Chapter Fifty-Six: Peng Laozhen Is Also a Miracle Doctor (Seeking Sanjiang Ticket!)

A meal at noon is the best meal that Tie Dan has ever eaten in his life.

It has to be said that he finally understands why Nan Ming is so fancy.

Compared with the meal I have eaten now, what is the meal I have eaten before? Pig food?

Not to mention iron eggs, even Qingzhong Yang and Mr. Peng couldn't stop eating them.

In this way, Nan Ming was still not satisfied, and said that it would be fine if he had Jiuzhuan large intestine.

Mr. Qing also sighed. The dish of Jiuzhuan Dachang is really time-consuming to prepare, and it can't be prepared in a short while, but starting from now, it will be ready in the evening.

Seeing the interaction between his old father and Nan Ming for the first time, Qingzhong Yang was dumbfounded!

Tie Dan can only mourn for Li Huiyun, this guy has no luck. I called Li Huiyun just now, but Li Huiyun refused to come over for dinner.

Nan Ming was also thinking, compared with Tie Dan, a hard-working senior, Li Huiyun is obviously only good at playing tricks, so he should be dismissed altogether.

During the meal, Mr. Qing pulled Nan Ming to ask questions, asked him if he had settled down well, and asked him how he felt about the new school.

In front of Mr. Qing, Nanming felt as if he had met his relatives. When he heard Nanming talk about his troubles and said that he had to go to military training, he burst into laughter, patted Nanming's hand, and said, "Military training, this It's easy to handle, don't worry!"

How can you not worry! Of course your old man doesn't know my pain!

Nan Ming was even more distressed, he couldn't do it alone.

After eating, Mr. Peng checked Mr. Jiang, and his brows furrowed tightly.

"Brother Peng, if you have something to say, just say it. I know my body well." Jiang Wanghai said slowly.

"Based on the current diagnosis...it's not good." Mr. Peng shook his head, and everyone's expressions changed.

Mr. Peng is not the kind of person who likes to scare people. If he says it's bad, it's really bad.

"I have a dose of medicine here, which can strengthen the foundation and nourish the body, and nourish the body. Now I can only rest in peace..." Mr. Peng put down a prescription and a pack of medicine prepared in advance, and instructed how to take it. He said that he still had something to do, so he would come to eat again at night, so he left early.

The happy atmosphere just now had long since disappeared, and the whole yard was very depressed. Jiang Xiaohui went back to the house with red eyes. Brother Jiang walked over on crutches, picked up the medicine bag, and said that he was going to decoct the medicine. Mr. Qing waved his hand and said : "Zhaohua, go and rest, I'll make the medicine."

"How can it be, Second Uncle, your body..."

"No matter how bad my health is, I must be better than you, right?" Mr. Qing glared, and Jiang Chaohua could only back away.

"Uncle, what happened to Uncle Jiang and Brother Jiang?" Nan Ming walked into the kitchen, saw Mr. Qing squatting in front of a small charcoal stove, and squatted over to help fan the fire.

In fact, the disease of muscular atrophy is a disease related to physical fitness, almost a genetic disease.

After Jiang Wanghai fell ill, the pressure from his family was all on Jiang Chaohua. He worked late at night and was overworked, so he also fell ill, but now he is not as strong as old man Jiang, and he can still move.

But if he continued to work hard, he might fall ill and be unable to move. It's just that Mrs. Jiang is suffering, and the burden of the family is all on her.

"Oh, it's all my fault..." Mr. Qing held Nan Ming's hand, looked deeply at Nan Ming, and asked in a low voice: "Xiao Ming, can Uncle ask you something?"

"What's the matter?" Nan Ming pretended to be stupid and didn't answer, he talked about him from left to right, and Mr. Qing sighed in disappointment.

"Then, Uncle, you boil the medicine, I'll go out first." Nan Ming handed the medicine bag in his hand to Mr. Qing, turned and walked out.

Old Master Qing looked at Nan Ming's back and shook his head.

No one can explain what is going on with Nanming's all kinds of magic, but what can he ask of Nanming?

After all, to Nan Ming, the father and son of the Jiang family just met by chance, and Nan Ming had already saved his life, so what else could be said?

But he was still a little disappointed, for Nanming and himself.

Wait...not right.

Old Master Qing looked at the medicine bag in his hand, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes, could it be...

It took more than an hour for a dose of medicine from the preparation of decoction to the final arrival in front of Mr. Jiang.

Nan Ming has already left, there is nothing to entertain in this small yard, Nan Ming can't stay here, he only said to come back to have dinner at night.

They still have to continue to search for food, but they have no time to waste here.

After Nan Ming left, Jiang Xiaohui came out from the corner and secretly looked at Nan Ming's back.

"What are you looking at?" Qingzhong Yang leaned over and asked.

"No..." Jiang Xiaohui went into her room like a frightened little rabbit.

Mr. Qing brought the medicine in his hand to Mr. Jiang, stopped Mrs. Jiang who wanted to feed the medicine, and fed him with a spoon.

"If I don't take it, what medicine do I still take? To live is to find fault..." Mr. Jiang was a little disheartened. Mr. Peng's diagnosis just now made him feel hopeless.

Old Master Qing slandered old quack Peng for misleading others, and persuaded him, "Don't worry, brother, after drinking this bowl of medicine, I will keep you alive and kicking!"

How can Mr. Jiang believe it? But Mr. Qing couldn't help it, and slowly drank the bowl of medicinal soup.

Mr. Qing was also extremely disturbed. Nan Ming didn't say anything or do anything. Is this bowl of medicinal soup so magical? Has there been any change?

...

In the evening, when Nan Ming and Tie Dan returned to the small courtyard together, they saw Brother Jiang and his family surrounding Mr. Peng, thanking him desperately.

"Old Peng, thank you so much! I...I kowtow to you!" Brother Jiang no longer had to lean on crutches, and excitedly dragged Mr. Peng, and was about to kneel down and kowtow.

Today, a dose of old Peng's medicine is simply cured of the disease, and it is extremely effective!

This afternoon, Qing Lao insisted that he also take a dose. After drinking the bowl of medicine, Brother Jiang felt his whole body was warm.

He didn't realize it at the time, but when he went out, he heard Mrs. Jiang screaming.

He looked down and realized what had happened.

You don't need to use crutches anymore?

When I walked in the past, I always felt that my legs were like noodles, I had no strength at all, and my whole body was empty.

But now, walking like a tiger is like a tiger!

As for Mr. Jiang, his complexion became much ruddy, and he even hummed an opera in bed in the afternoon. His voice was loud and full of energy. He didn't look like a patient who had been bedridden for decades?

The two of them recovered so well that the whole Jiang family was so happy that they couldn't wait to beat the gongs and drums to celebrate.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Mr. Peng wandered around, brazenly came to eat again, and was warmly welcomed when he came in. Before Nan Ming came, this scene of thanking each other had already been going on for more than ten minutes.

"Don't...don't...you can't do it! You can't do it!" Peng Lao was stunned. He knew the medicine he prescribed, how could it have such a miraculous effect?

Could it be that Qinghuo got some special medicine? But muscle atrophy involves the level of cells and genes, and the whole world is a problem. How can there be any special medicine?

If Mr. Peng is an old doctor, a person who seeks fame and fame, he would just stroke his beard and smile, and accept this reputation, but unfortunately he is not. At this moment, he is not to mention how uncomfortable he is, his heart is full, and he seems to have It's like a cat's paw is scratching. If possible, he really wants to tie the father and son directly to the operating table and dissect them to see what's going on.

Old Master Qing stood aside helplessly, and he couldn't say that it was all thanks to Nanming, and Nan Ming's action was the real cure for all diseases.

But Qing Zhongyang was still shaking his head beside him, saying: "Peng Laozhen is a miracle doctor!"

Old Master Qing slapped his hands and said, "You lost your school bag!"

Qingzhong Yang was speechless, he was in his forties, how could he be beaten on the head every now and then?

As soon as he beat his son, Mr. Qing saw Nan Ming hiding at the door, covering his belly and laughing.

His eyes lit up immediately, and regardless of Qingzhong Yang who was complaining, he ran to the door in three or two steps, and grabbed Nan Ming's hand.

Want to say something, but don't know how to say it.

Thousands of words can only be turned into a "Thank you!"

"Thank you." Nan Ming shook his head, unwilling to say more.

The less people know about his strengthening ability, the better. Moreover, he does not help others to seek their gratitude. Nan Ming, who is a good boy, just needs to know about his ability to help others.

Because what he needs is a sense of accomplishment!

Looking up at the energy, sure enough, the energy has increased a lot, and the shortfall from yesterday has been made up by a small half.

It's a pity that if you want to help others, you can't find people everywhere to help. Besides, if he helps the wrong person and lets the bad guys control his power, the consequences will be very serious.

Master Qing held Nan Ming's hand, shook it again and again, and sighed: "Good boy, thank you, thank you."

Nan Ming said thank you for nothing, it was because he did not face the threat of muscle atrophy and muscle weakness, and he did not lie in bed for decades, but for the person concerned, how could this kind of gratitude be erased with just a few words? ?

Seeing that the old man didn't thank Mr. Peng, but instead went to find Nan Ming, Qingzhong Yang felt a little strange.

Considering the miraculous recovery process of the old man, his eyes narrowed immediately.

Just as he was about to come over, he was stared back by the old man, and he squatted aside resentfully, watching this gratitude drama.

Mr. Qing reached out for two benches and gave one to Nan Ming, and the two of them also squatted there to watch the play. For a moment, the whole yard showed a strange state of you playing yours and I watching mine.

In the end, Mr. Peng was furious: "I said it wasn't me, it really wasn't me! The medicine I prescribed was the medicine of Guben Peiyuan! To put it bluntly, it's a placebo! You should be smarter, this serious disease Muscle weakness, do you think anyone in this world can cure it? If you continue to toss, you will be exhausted again!"

Why don't these people talk about science! How could such an unscientific thing happen casually?

Mr. Peng froze suddenly, vaguely remembered something, but couldn't grasp it vaguely. (Go to Sanjiang, ask for a Sanjiang ticket, click on "Sanjiang" at the top of the novel, enter the Sanjiang page, and one of them will receive a Sanjiang ticket, and you can vote after receiving it. Everyone can vote once a day, free of charge. The previous chapter Asking for a ticket is so wrong, tomorrow is a new week, please recommend a ticket...)