Chapter 1917 Family History (Monthly Ticket 49000 Plus More × 98)

While chatting, the door of the private room was pushed open.

A thin, middle-aged man with a long beard walked in, wearing an ordinary blue cloth shirt.

"Old Director Pan, long time no see!" The middle-aged man said, clasping his hands.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Director Pan stood up and said, "This is Daoist Wang, you..."

"Call whatever you want, whatever you want." Daoist Wang seemed to have something on his mind, but his behavior was very unrestrained, "Just call me brother, don't call out Taoist priests, masters, and elders. It's disgusting to hear."

Zheng Ren had a good impression of him.

"This is Zheng Ren, and this is Su Yun..." Old Director Pan introduced Taoist Wang, "I usually talk on the phone, but this time we meet, Zheng Ren's medical team can do good deeds. great solution."

"Oh?" Daoist Wang was in high spirits, and he was also very casual. He refused Su Yun's concession and sat casually by the door near the vegetable path.

"Surgery live broadcast, if there is someone on your side who really has no money, you can let him go to Zheng Ren."

"Live broadcast?" Daoist Wang was taken aback for a moment, then straightened his face suddenly, and asked sternly, "Dare to ask, is the boss Zheng Renzheng of 912?"

Zheng Ren nodded with a smile, feeling a little astonished. Didn't it mean that Xinglin Garden needs a licensed doctor's certificate to register? How come Taoist Wang also knows?

Could it be that he also took the exam for a medical certificate?

I have a doctor's certificate and a Taoist priest's certificate in my hand, both certificates in hand...

Zheng Ren didn't know whether Taoist priests needed to register, and he was thinking wildly in his mind.

"Boss Zheng, what a coincidence!" Taoist Wang said, "I always heard from Director Pan that the apprentice he brought was in 912, and his name was Zheng Ren. I only knew that the surgeon in the live broadcast room was also called Boss Zheng. I didn't expect it to be true. It's a person. Long time, long time!"

When he said this, Daoist Wang had a strange expression on his face. Zheng Ren saw it and felt that there was still something in his words.

But I am a little doctor, is he looking for me to see a doctor?

"Brother Wang, you are being polite." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

It seems a bit awkward to call Taoist Wang Brother Wang.

But he didn't even wear a Taoist robe, but just wore an undershirt, which was very casual and unrestrained, and he fell into a cliché because he was so rigid.

"Boss Zheng's surgical live broadcast room has a kind heart and a lot of benefits. My words are not polite."

"Don't be so restrained, you guys drink, drink!" Director Pan knew that it would be difficult for Zheng Ren to continue with such words, so he started drinking.

Although I can't drink it in my mouth, but I can watch others drink it, and I can also satisfy my eye addiction, right?

Daoist Wang hesitated to speak, but out of respect for Director Pan, he poured the wine first and prepared to greet him first.

"Xiao Wang, where are you planning to travel down the mountain this time?" Old Director Pan asked.

"Hey, I don't want to wander around. My son is dying. I hurry up and go to the imperial capital to see what's going on. Didn't I always hear you say that your apprentice is in the imperial capital, thinking about asking you for a phone number, I'll go there... We just met each other, this is fate." Daoist Wang quickly said what he wanted to say.

At this time, Director Pan had already raised his head, so he didn't care about being reserved.

"No more?"

"son?"

Zheng Ren and Su Yun whispered at the same time, their concerns have never been the same.

"How old is your son? I remember you married very late."

"Isn't this going to college?" Wang Daoshi looked more sad, "It was fine a week ago, but now it is said that they are all hospitalized."

"What's going on?" Zheng Ren asked.

Daoist Wang's expression was serious, he didn't speak, but stood up first, and bowed deeply to Zheng Ren.

Well……

Zheng Ren quickly jumped up and changed his angle to avoid it.

He didn't dare to stand in front of Daoist Wang so carelessly.

He is an elder who is on the same level as Director Pan, and although he is a Taoist priest, he is a Taoist priest who graduated from a medical school, and Zheng Ren appreciates his behavior and work.

"Xiao Wang, if you have something to say, don't scare my little boy with such a grand ceremony." Old Director Pan smoothed things over.

Daoist Wang straightened up, sighed deeply, and said, "Old Director Pan, Boss Zheng, I...then shall I start from the beginning?"

"You say what you say, but you dare not do this." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Su Yun was a little disdainful, isn't this the right time to pretend to be aggressive? Why is my boss so cowardly!

One look at this person and he will ask for something, but his boss is really a shame, he doesn't know how to grasp the great opportunity, and life has no meaning.

Daoist Wang sat down, thought for a while, and then smiled wryly.

"Old Director Pan knows that my family's Po Taoism is a family tradition." Taoist Wang said: "My ancestors came here when they entered the Guandong before liberation. Speaking of ancestors, they are also well-known masters, but we don't know how to do it." He graduated from a medical school and has a little culture, which is all feudal superstition."

Zheng Ren smiled.

"I didn't like some books handed down from my family since I was a child. They are all in traditional characters. It's so tiring to read."

"However, after all, by precept and deed, learn some traditional cultures such as the four pillars of stems and branches, the five elements of yin and yang, the six ren and seven obsidian, so that people who come to burn incense will feel that our little Taoist temple has a little bit of foundation."

Taoist Wang began to tell, but these had nothing to do with his son.

Zheng Ren listened intently, he was not bored. As long as it is related to patients, Boss Zheng is very serious.

What Taoist Wang said sounds like gossip to others. But what Zheng Ren heard was family history and possible past history.

"However, I'm old enough. My son is different from me. He was gifted and intelligent since he was a child, and he likes traditional culture. He always read those books secretly." Taoist Wang smiled wryly.

"The ancient books at home, I have hidden them from my son since he was sensible. After all, I don't know how. It’s boring. Besides, it’s not helpful for the college entrance examination.”

Everyone at the banquet was a little puzzled, what happened? Even if it's an ancient book, it won't be life-threatening to read it.

"Isn't it because he went to college? He came back to visit me on May 1st. I'm also very happy. The two of you drank under the big poplar tree. It was a pleasure. This life is like this, enough."

"Later he left after school, and I didn't pay attention. His classmate called me yesterday, and he couldn't speak a word, and he lost his energy. It seems..." Wang Daoshi said, his voice choked up , but he still has something to ask Zheng Ren, immediately curb his sadness and sort out his emotions.

"When I looked for it, there was indeed an ancient book missing. I asked him later, and it was really stolen by this little bastard."

"An ancient book? What is it about?" Zheng Ren asked.

"Does Boss Zheng understand Laoshan Taoist's wall-penetrating technique?" Taoist Wang asked.

"I've seen the cartoon." Zheng Ren smiled.

"My son took away a volume of Taoism. I guess he practiced the art of silence." Taoist Wang said with a sad face: "No one taught this stuff, so I learned it myself. It's all my fault. It's all my fault." blame me..."

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Note: It's not a feudal superstition, or a disease, so I won't let everyone guess. Even a minor illness can be fatal. I read this chapter from a book friend the day before yesterday, saying that I suffered from diarrhea for about 5 years, and I resented the doctor, but now I am fine. Honestly, I can't sleep at night talking about this. I got up early in the morning, checked the database, asked my classmates and teachers, and found two cases. Please be more understanding, after all, doctors are not gods, the more simple ailments, diagnosis... Forget it, I will update it after I finish writing, and I will briefly talk about it in a single chapter.