While they were chatting, the door to the private room was pushed open.
A thin middle-aged man with a long beard walked in. He was dressed in an ordinary green robe.
"Old Chief Physician Pan, long time no see!" The middle-aged man cupped his hands and said.
"Why are you being so polite to me?" Old Chief Physician Pan stood up and said, "This is Daoist Wang. You guys …"
"Call me whatever you want." Daoist Wang looked like he had something on his mind, but his behavior was very cool. "Just call me brother. Don't call me Daoist, Master, or Immortal. It's disgusting to hear."
Zheng Ren had a good impression of him.
"This is Zheng Ren, this is Su Yun …" Old Chief Physician Pan introduced Daoist Wang to him. "Usually, when we call, I only brag to you. This time, Zheng Ren's medical team has a great way to do good and accumulate virtue."
"Oh?" Daoist Wang was interested. He was also very casual. He rejected Su Yun's offer and casually sat at the door near the dish.
"The live broadcast of the surgery. If there's anyone on your side who really doesn't have money, you can ask him to look for Zheng Ren."
"Live broadcast?" Daoist Wang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, his expression turned serious and he asked sternly, "May I ask if you are Boss Zheng Ren from the 912?"
Zheng Ren nodded with a smile, but he was also a little stunned in his heart. Didn't they say that Xinglin Garden needed a licensed doctor's certificate to register? How did Daoist Wang know?
Could it be that he had a doctor's certificate?
He had a doctor's certificate and a Daoist priest's certificate in his hand.
Zheng Ren did not know if a Daoist priest needed to register. His thoughts ran wild.
"Boss Zheng, what a coincidence!" Daoist Wang said. "I always heard from Old Chief Physician Pan that his disciple is in the 912. His name is Zheng Ren. I only know that the surgeon who will broadcast the surgery is also called Boss Zheng. I didn't expect him to really be the same person. I've heard a lot about you! "
When he said this, Daoist Wang's expression was a little strange. Zheng Ren saw it and felt that there was still a hidden meaning in his words.
However, he was a junior doctor. Was he looking for him to treat his illness?
"Brother Wang, you're too polite," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
It seemed a little awkward to call Daoist Wang Brother Wang.
However, the other party didn't even wear a Taoist robe. He only wore an undershirt, looking very casual and unrestrained. If he were to be so particular about it, he would be falling into a cliché.
"Boss Zheng's surgery live broadcast room is kind-hearted and has benefited a lot. I'm not being polite."
"Don't be so restrained. Drink, drink!" Old Chief Physician Pan knew it was difficult for Zheng Ren to continue talking like this, so he started drinking.
Although he couldn't drink it himself, he could watch others drink it, so he could at least enjoy it.
Daoist Wang wanted to say something but hesitated. However, out of respect for Old Chief Physician Pan, he poured a glass of wine and prepared to exchange pleasantries.
"Little Wang, where are you planning to go this time?" asked Old Chief Physician Pan.
"Sigh, how can I be in the mood to travel? My son is dying, I have to hurry to the imperial capital to see what's going on. I heard you say that your disciple is in the Imperial Capital, so I wanted to ask you for your phone number. I went there … and happened to meet you. This is fate. "Daoist Wang quickly said what he wanted to say in one breath.
At this time, Old Chief Physician Pan had already raised the topic, so he could not care less about being reserved.
"You're done for?"
"Son?"
Zheng Ren and Su Yun whispered at the same time. Their focus had never been the same.
"How old is your son? I remember you got married very late. "
"Isn't he in university?" Daoist Wang looked even more worried. "He was fine a week ago, but now he's hospitalized."
"What's going on?" asked Zheng Ren.
Daoist Wang's expression turned solemn. He did not say anything but stood up first and bowed deeply to Zheng Ren.
Uh …
Zheng Ren quickly jumped up and changed his angle to avoid it.
He did not dare to stand in front of Daoist Wang so casually.
Daoist Wang was an elder of the same generation as Old Chief Physician Pan. Although he was a Daoist, he had graduated from a medical college. Zheng Ren admired his behavior.
"Little Wang, if you have something to say, say it. Don't scare my son by being so formal." Old Chief Physician Pan tried to smooth things over.
Daoist Wang straightened his back and sighed deeply. "Old Chief Physician Pan, Boss Zheng, I … Should I start from the beginning?"
"Go ahead, go ahead. I wouldn't dare to do that," Zheng Ren said with a smile.
Su Yun was a little disdainful. Was this not a good time to show off? Why was his boss so cowardly?
It was obvious that this person had something to ask of him. His boss was such a wet blanket. He did not know how to grasp such a good opportunity. Life was meaningless.
Daoist Wang sat down and thought for a while before smiling bitterly.
"Old Chief Physician Pan knows that my shabby Taoist temple is passed down in my family," said Daoist Wang. "Before liberation, my ancestors came here to break into Guandong. Speaking of my ancestors, they were famous experts. However, we all graduated from a medical college and have some culture. That's all feudal superstition. "
Zheng Ren smiled.
"There are some books passed down from my family. I didn't like them since I was young. They are all traditional characters and it's so tiring to read.
"However, they are still teaching by example. It's good to learn traditional culture such as the four pillars of Gan and Zhi, the five elements of Yin and Yang, and the seven elements. It's also good to let people who come to burn incense feel that our small Taoist temple has some heritage."
Daoist Wang began to narrate, but it had nothing to do with his son.
Zheng Ren listened attentively. He did not feel bored. As long as it was related to patients, Boss Zheng was very serious.
What Daoist Wang said sounded like gossip to others. However, to Zheng Ren, it was family history and possible past history.
"However, I got a son in my old age. My son is different from me. He was smart since he was young and liked traditional culture. He always secretly read those books. "Daoist Wang smiled bitterly.
"Ever since my son became sensible, I've hidden all the ancient books in the house, not letting him read them. After all, I don't know how to read them. Even if I'm half a doctor, I don't know how to read them. Without anyone to teach him, it'll be boring if he goes berserk. Moreover, it won't help with the college entrance examination, right? "
Everyone at the table was puzzled. What was going on? Even if it was an ancient book, it should not be so life-threatening.
"Isn't it because he went to university? He came back to visit me on Labor Day. I was also very happy. The two of us drank under the big poplar tree. It was really carefree. That's enough for this life.
"Later, he left when school started and I didn't pay attention. Yesterday, his classmate called me and he couldn't say a word. He looked listless. It seemed like … "Daoist Wang's voice was a little choked. However, he still had something to ask of Zheng Ren, so he immediately suppressed his sadness and sorted out his emotions.
"I searched and indeed, an ancient book was missing. Later, when I asked him about it, it was really stolen by this little bastard. "
"Ancient book? What's it about? "Zheng Ren asked.
"Does Boss Zheng know about the Laoshan Taoist's wall-walking technique?" Daoist Wang asked.
"I've seen cartoons." Zheng Ren smiled.
"My son took a Taoist technique. I think he practiced the Silence Technique," Daoist Wang said with a frown. "No one taught him this and he learned it himself. It would be strange if he didn't make a mistake. It's all my fault, all my fault … "
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Note: I won't let you guess if it's a feudal superstition or an illness. It's a minor illness, but it can be fatal. The day before yesterday, I read a book friend's chapter saying that he suffered from diarrhea for about five years and resented doctors, but he's fine now. To be honest, this really gave me sleepless nights. I woke up early in the morning and checked the database. I asked my classmates and teachers and found two medical records. After all, doctors are not gods. The simpler the illness, the more difficult the diagnosis … Forget it, I'll update it after I finish writing it. I'll briefly explain it in a single chapter.
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