It was a phone number from Beijing and a familiar voice.
"Su Xiaoxue?"
"Yes, sir."
"Why did you change your phone number?" Wang Yao said.
"I forgot to bring my phone when I came out to play." Su Xiaoxue was very happy on the other end of the phone. At this moment, she was on Fragrant Hill in the capital. She didn't know why she suddenly thought of calling Wang Yao. However, she found that she had forgotten to bring her mobile phone, so she borrowed her brother's mobile phone to call him.
"Has Sir's medical center opened?"
"It's open for business today."
"I wish you all the best in opening your business, Sir."
"Thank you. Come visit when you're free."
"Of course," Su Xiaoxue said happily.
"Who are you chatting with? Why are you so happy?" a masculine and handsome man asked with a smile.
"I'm not telling you."
"Even if you don't tell me, I know. That Doctor Wang, right?" Su Zhixing loved his sister very much. It was just that he was usually in the army and rarely went home. As long as he was home, he would most likely satisfy his sister's requests. For example, this time, just after the Spring Festival, he accompanied his sister to climb Fragrant Mountain.
"Brother, when my body is completely healed, I will prepare to cultivate with Master."
"Practice? What do you mean?" Su Zhixing was shocked.
He had never heard his parents mention this before.
"Taoist Neixi!"
"Neixi? Why is a girl like you learning this?"
"I already know it," Su Xiaoxue said.
"Yes, it's Taoist's Neixi. Little sister, you're not lying to me, right?"
"Of course, if you can't, we can have a competition," Su Xiaoxue said, waving her white and tender hand.
"Competition? How do we compete?"
"Well, let's compete in arm wrestling then?"
"Arm wrestling with me?" Su Zhixing was stunned.
"Yeah, you don't dare?"
"Let's go."
The brother and sister went to a pavilion on the mountain.
"Wait, I'll spread it for you. You'll get cold if you sit down." Su Zhixing put a cotton mat on the stone bench.
"Come." Su Zhixing stretched out three fingers.
"Brother, are you looking down on me?" Su Xiaoxue pouted.
"Warm up first?"
After Su Zhixing graduated from high school, he applied for military school. He had been in the army for more than ten years, and he had also spent some time in the Marine Corps. He often received training in the army, so his strength was needless to say. As for his sister, she had been bedridden for the past few years, suffering from a serious illness. Needless to say, she could not lift her hands. It was only recently that she could move her body freely.
He would just treat arm wrestling as playing with his younger sister.
His rough hand and her soft little hand held each other.
Sigh!
Su Zhixing looked at his sister in surprise. This arm, which was not even half as thick as his arm, actually transmitted an unimaginable amount of power.
Su Xiaoxue looked at her brother with a smile.
"Brother, you can't let me win!"
"No!"
At first, Su Zhixing was thinking about going easy on his sister and making her happy. But after feeling the increasing strength coming from his hand, he gave up the idea. Now, he felt that even if he used all his strength, he might not be able to win.
As a matter of fact, this was indeed the case.
A man who had been training day and night in the military camp, as if he was made of iron, had lost to a weak woman in arm wrestling.
"Brother, did you deliberately let me win?" Su Xiaoxue asked.
"Sister, tell me the truth, how did you do it?" Su Zhixing asked in shock.
"Neixi!" Su Xiaoxue did not hide anything from her brother.
"You really know neixi," Su Zhixing said.
"Of course," Su Xiaoxue said.
Su Xiaoxue hesitated for a moment. She picked up a stone from the ground and held it in her hand. It seemed that with a gentle pinch, the stone was all turned into powder.
What?
Su Zhixing stared at the broken stone with wide eyes. He reached out and tried.
It was real.
"Sister, where did you learn this kung fu?"
"Sir," Su Xiaoxue said.
"Sir, is that Wang Yao?"
"Yes," Su Zhixing said.
"He can do this too!"
Others might not know, but he, Su Zhixing, knew exactly what his sister had just shown. It was absolute kung fu, not the kind that could break stones with one's chest. If such internal kung fu was combined with the fighting skills he had learned in the army, it would definitely be more powerful.
His sister had reached this level, so Wang Yao's cultivation was probably even more unfathomable. Thinking of this, Su Zhixing even had the thought of following him to cultivate for a period of time.
"Sister, tell me, what level is Wang Yao's cultivation?" Su Zhixing was very curious about Wang Yao, whom he had only seen twice.
"I don't know, but I heard from Sister Chen Ying that his cultivation is extremely high," Su Xiaoxue said.
"Chen Ying?"
In the afternoon, the sun had just set in the west.
In the small courtyard, there was a cup of tea and a group of men and women.
"How do you have time to come here?" Chen Ying asked with a smile.
"Hiss, change the way you address me. Why do I get goosebumps all over when I hear it? Call me brother." Su Zhixing took a sip of tea.
"Has Xiao Zhou recovered?"
Wang Yao asked. "No, it's just that he hasn't had an attack for the time being," Chen Ying said. "I picked him up for the Spring Festival and sent him back for treatment after the 15th of the first lunar month."
During this period of time, the sister and brother had been in the small courtyard. Occasionally, she would take her brother out for a walk to see the scenic spots and historical sites in Jing. Chen Zhou was very happy. She was also very happy.
"Wang Yao treated you?"
"Yes."
"It just so happens that I'm here today for him."
"Why are you looking for Sir?" Chen Ying was a little puzzled.
"Do you know that Xiaoxue has neixi?"
"Yes, I heard her mention it."
"Her neixi comes from Wang Yao?"
"Yes."
"How is Wang Yao's cultivation?"
"Cultivation?" Chen Ying immediately understood that the young master of the Su Family was probably here for this matter, but she didn't know why he was asking about this matter.
"You mean kung fu?"
"Yes, kung fu."
"Hmm!" Chen Ying was thinking about how to describe it.
To be honest, she had never seen anyone with kung fu as profound as Wang Yao in her life. Even in her own sect, no one could compare to him. She still remembered what she had seen and heard on the Great Wall that night. At that point, he was really the legendary god on earth.
After thinking for a while, she gave an ambiguous answer. "Sir's cultivation is very high."
"Of course, I know his cultivation is very high, but how high?"
"I've never seen anyone with stronger kung fu than him," Chen Ying said.
"Hiss!" Su Zhixing sucked in a breath of cold air.
"What about the people in your sect?"
"It's hard to compare to him."
That's amazing!
Su Zhixing knew the origin of Chen Ying's sect. It had been passed down for hundreds of years. It was real kung fu, not the kind of performance or juggling seen on TV or in movies.
"After hearing what you said, I'd like to ask Dr. Wang for advice," Su Zhixing said with a smile.
"Shouldn't a doctor study medicine hard? Where did he learn such amazing skills? Where did he have the time to practice?"
"There are geniuses," Chen Ying said.
"Hmm." Su Zhixing nodded.
"Would you like to have dinner with Xiao Zhou at my house tonight?"
"No, you know Xiao Zhou's situation. He might fall ill at any time. It's better for the two of us to stay here. Thank you for your kindness."
After leaving the small courtyard, Su Zhixing returned home.
After thinking about it carefully, he wanted to see Wang Yao more and more.
In the mountain village …
Wang Yao was flipping through the book "Ten Evil Diseases" in the clinic. He had read the book three times and memorized the contents in his mind, but he could not help but take it out and read it again when he had free time. Every time he read it, he seemed to have some different ideas.
Just like that, the days passed.
On the ninth day of the first lunar month, a guest came to the clinic.
"Mr. Wu?"
Just after the Spring Festival holiday, Wu Tongxing, who was in a high position, came to the mountain village in person.
"Dr. Wang, Happy New Year," Wu Tongxing said.
"Happy New Year," Wu Tongxing said.
"Well, the old man's medicine has been used up," Wu Tongxing said.
"Come back tomorrow to get the medicine," Wang Yao said.
The price of the medicine was twice as high as the regather soup because it used several licorice roots, but Wu Tongxing's family could still afford it.
"OK, OK," Wu Tongxing said.
"This is my secretary, Shen Zhaoyu," Wu Tongxing said. He introduced the man standing next to him.
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