Urban Cultivation Medical Saint

Chapter 210 The Old Master of the Xu Family

"Hehe, little San'er, aren't you an expert in this field? Maybe you are better than Lao Xun in this field. Come and help grandpa see what's going on." Speaking, the old man in the wheelchair suddenly smiled and said kindly.

It's just the occasional twitching at the corner of his mouth, which proves that he seems to be in a very bad state at the moment, as if he is being tortured by some kind of pain, and he only relies on perseverance to hold on.

"Grandpa, this, me... How can I compare with Xun Lao? His medical skills are at least ten thousand times better than mine." The middle-aged man observed the twitching of the corner of the wheelchair old man's mouth, and felt a little distressed, but followed. Tell the truth.

Although, in the eyes of the world, he, the so-called top and most authoritative expert in the Department of Neurology of Peking Union Medical College Hospital, may already be very powerful, very skilled in medicine, and even touted as qualified to be the best at home and abroad!

But as the grandson of the old man in a wheelchair, he is very clear about how terrifying the seemingly harmless old man in the costume of the Republic of China is, and how superb his medical skills are!

Especially in the past year, there have been more than one terminally ill patient whom Xu Ji thought had no cure and could not be saved, but miraculously recovered in the hands of the other party. Realize your own smallness.

As the saying goes, sitting in a well and watching the sky, and Yelang being arrogant may be the same.

So now that my grandfather is in such a serious situation, his feet can no longer touch the ground, and he feels limp when he hits the bottom. The first thing he thinks of is not to heal himself, but to seek the advice of the other party.

It can be seen from this that in his mind, the seed that he knows that his medical skills are not as good as the other party's has been deeply planted and rooted in his heart.

At this point, he couldn't bear the anxiety and nervousness in his heart, and asked Elder Xun eagerly: "Old Xun, what is my grandfather's illness... You know, as an old man, if there is any problem, Then our Xu family will be in chaos."

As the tallest, largest and most undoubted Optimus Prime of the Xu family in the capital, no one in the family would naturally want to see the old man have problems. Otherwise, it is very likely that something big will happen, and it will set off a huge wave.

At that time, I'm afraid it will be really troublesome!

Except for the enemies of their Xu family, no one wants to see this happen! No one can take this responsibility!

The ten-year-old old man in the attire of the Republic of China naturally understood this truth. After a long silence, he finally shook his head and said slowly: "Chief, your illness... I'm afraid it's not a normal condition."

"Oh, it's not a normal situation. What kind of situation is that?" The old man in the wheelchair said with a glint in his eyes and a condensed tone.

As an old friend who has been with him for nearly six years, he is a superior and subordinate, so he naturally knows the nature of the other party, and understands that the other party is by no means the kind of person who is aimless. He said that the situation is unusual, and I am afraid that this state is really unusual.

Could it be that he, the old man, has reached his limit?

Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help but a trace of sadness flashed across his cloudy eyes.

No one wants to die, and in his capacity, if the end is really approaching, it will inevitably involve a lot.

Regardless of other things for the time being, the Xu family will probably be the first to bear the brunt of the impact, and will quickly enter a low ebb due to the death of this old man. And at this time, if none of the descendants of the Xu family can stand up and support the main beam, the situation will probably get worse!

But even so, reality is reality, because it is impossible for him, an old man, to live forever... Hey, forget it, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

With such thoughts in his heart, the old man forced a smile and said, "Old Xun, just say it straight, no matter what the result is, I, an old man, can bear it."

"grandfather!"

Hearing this, Xu Ji, the middle-aged man in a white coat, said in surprise. Until then, he suddenly realized what Xun Lao said before.

How could a situation that could be said in such a tone by his old man be so simple? And it's very likely that their Xu family can't accept that kind of... Thinking of this, his face turned paler. He didn't expect this to happen.

"The chief, I'll just say it straight. Based on my observations these days, you shouldn't be sick at all in your current condition, but a bug!" Xun Lun followed slowly.

"Cup worm!?" The old man's expression suddenly changed when he heard the words, never thinking that he would spit out these two words from his old buddy.

As for the middle-aged man Xu Ji, he was stunned when he heard the words, what? Cup bug? As a child who received the baptism of advanced western education, although he has heard such words of gods and ghosts, he can't believe that they really exist!

But now, this kind of superstitious statement is actually said by Mr. Xun himself, and his grandfather is so solemn that he obviously understands it! This made him feel that his knowledge was suffering an unprecedented impact!

Could it be that some of the superstitious and troubled sayings in ancient my country actually existed?

"Old Xun, have you misunderstood? I haven't been out of the capital for almost 30 years. Those old poisons in southern Xinjiang dare not come to the capital to make trouble." But at this time the old man frowned and said, thinking that this matter Unlikely.

He hadn't set foot outside the capital for at least thirty years. No matter how courageous those old poisons in southern Xinjiang were, they would never dare to come to the capital to make trouble. Besides, what age is this, everyone has already shaken hands and made peace, and of course those bad things have disappeared, so there is really no need for this.

"But what about when you were in southern Xinjiang?" However, Xun Lao shook his head and sighed when he heard the words.

"Nan, Nanjiang? Wait, you mean the time when you were recruited? But didn't you already solve it for me at that time? Why are you still..." Hearing this, the old man looked strange. It's all old and rotten millet. I don't know how long it has been. How can it affect the present?

And if it's really because of that time decades ago, the old guy on the other side doesn't know how long it's been buried in the soil, how can he dig it out to justify it?