"Secret!"

Xia Chen remembered something after hearing Long Hun's words, but the memory in his mind was very vague.

At this time, he remembered Xia Zhengrong's old back in the past six months, and was stunned.

"Grandpa! He must have checked it at the time of the incident and found that the needle not on me, so he never asked himself that he should not want to make himself sad. This old man who seems to be very strict with him actually loves himself the most and thinks about himself in secret.

Thinking of this, Xia Chen suddenly felt a little ashamed.

When Long Hun saw Xia Chen falling into deep thought, he waited patiently without interrupting Xia Chen's thinking.

After a while, Xia Chen came to his senses and said, "In this car accident, many of my memories were lost, but this time the incident happened because of me. This needle score was lost by me, Xia Chen, and I will definitely find this needle score back!"

After hearing Xia Chen's words, Longhun touched the beard on his jaw and laughed and exclaimed, "Okay! The tiger father has no dog son. If we find the whereabouts of the needle score, our Dragonhun people will definitely help you find this needle score!"

Xia Chen knew that his foundation was very shallow, so of course he would not refuse at this time, but was grateful from the bottom of his heart, "Then I will thank the Xia family first!"

After hearing Xia Chen's words, Long Hun waved his hand and said, "You child is in front of me, don't be too polite. If you are too polite, you will look petty. Your father is my apprentice. Could it be that you don't want to recognize me as the Grand Master!"

After hearing the words of Longhun, Xia Chen hurriedly saluted respectfully and said, "Disciple, pay homage to the Grand Master!"

Long Hun heard Xia Chen's words, his eyes were filled with relief, and then said, "I heard from your grandfather that after you suffered a disaster this time, your personality has become much more mature and steady, and he is also ready to promote traditional Chinese medicine and revitalize your Xia family's family!"

After hearing the words of Longhun, Xia Chen said modestly: "Master laughs!"

Long Hun waved his hand and said, "It is difficult for Chinese people to treat diseases and have backward medical treatment. This is a manifestation of the backwardness of the country! If you can change this situation, it is a good thing for the country and the people. The country will definitely support you. Let go of your hands! Whether it is the little ghosts or tigers in front of you, as long as the Grand Master is still there, they will give way to you!"

When Longhun said this, his beard shook slightly and his momentum was amazing.

Judging from his tone and expression of his speech, he was also very dissatisfied with the business operation modes of many medical circles at present, but the system problem is not something that a person can change when he says changes. This requires great perseverance and persistence, and huge connections and money to support it. Xia Chen knew that the time was not yet ripe. If he said too much empty words rashly, he would only be regarded as an exaggerated boy by Longhun, so he just responded lightly.

However, after he said this, he held the guards of the seat with one hand and coughed. The breath in his body was a little incoherent, making his whole body tense. Although this state did not last long, soon there was a slight sweat on Longhun's forehead.

Xia Chen saw Longhun's appearance and frowned slightly. Judging from the Master's breath just now, it seemed that there was some hidden injury in his body, and it was a problem with his chest and lungs. Although this old problem is not particularly fatal, it has great damage to the body of the warrior. Even if he cultivates internal energy, he cannot exert the power of a warrior at all. This is a more painful punishment for an iron-blooded soldier like Longhun.

Long Hun saw the concerned expression on Xia Chen's face. After his breath became stable, he slowly said: "Don't worry, my old bones can't die. My cough is an old problem. This is the injury left on the battlefield. It will always occur when it is cloudy and rainy. If you are excited, it will be like this. Your grandfather has no choice but to prescribe some Chinese medicine to relieve the heart and moisten the lungs and condition it!"

When Xia Chen heard the words of Longhun, he became curious and said, "Anyway, there is nothing wrong, Master will let me take your pulse!"

When Long Hun and Xia Zhengrong were on the phone, they vaguely heard what Xia Zhengrong said from Xia Zhengrong's words, as if his current grandson's medical skills were even more clever than himself.

This made Long Hun feel a little suspicious at the time, but he knew Xia Zhengrong's unscrupulous temper very well. He would never lie, and Xia Zhengrong also revealed that the incident at Yanjing Medical College this time was actually a test for Xia Zhengrong to Xia Chen. In fact, Xia Zhengrong had already quietly arrived in Yanjing, but he had not appeared in Yanjing Medical College.

So the Dragon Soul did not mean to refuse, but reached out to let Xia Chen take his pulse.

Xia Chen didn't know that his rapid recovery of injuries in the past six months had already aroused Xia Zhengrong's suspicion. For Xia Chen, this was because the resources in this world were too scarce. If it weren't for the resources in this world, the injuries at that time would be healed in just one month.

At this time, he did not think much, but stretched out his hand and placed it on Xia Zhengrong's pulse, his eyes closed slightly, and he took Xia Zhengrong's pulse with all his heart.

Longhun has a deep understanding of Xia Zhengrong's medical skills, and his old friend is very straightforward and he can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. If it weren't for this, the position of dean of Yanjing Medical College would not be Xu Guomin but Xia Zhengrong. To outsiders, it seems that Xia Zhengrong will not be adaptable, but Longhun has his own opinion on this. This is his old friend's dissatisfaction with the medical system, and his attitude and persistence towards traditional Chinese medicine.

Just as Dragon Soul was thinking, Xia Chen had already taken the pulse for Master Tai.

When he looked up at the old man, his admiration in his eyes became even more serious, and he smiled and said, "Grandpa, there should be a bullet in your body!"

Long Hun saw Xia Chen saying it was extremely certain, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but when he remembered that he was Xia Zhengrong's grandson, he quickly felt relieved. Many people who were familiar with him knew about this matter. Xia Chen must have heard of it from his grandfather. Thinking of this, he nodded with a smile, and did not care about it.

Seeing that Longhun was so open-minded and calm, Xia Chen respected the old man more in his heart.

After considering it, Xia Chen said: "Master, I will prescribe a prescription for you now. After half a month, I will come to check your injuries and think of ways to remove the bullets from the outer wall of your chest!"

After saying that, he took out a piece of white paper from under the table, took out a pen from his pocket, and quickly wrote the prescription.

Soon Xia Chen finished writing the prescription and handed it to the old man.

Long Hun didn't care about Xia Chen's words that he would take out the bullet from his chest after half a month. Domestic experts, foreign surgeons, and Xia Chen's grandfather had no choice but to do with this bullet. Xia Chen said that after checking his injuries in half a month, he should be a way to comfort himself! Thinking of this, he did not bother about this issue.

After taking the prescription, I saw that the font on this prescription was not a cursive font written by most doctors, but a font similar to a running regular script. This font is very unique and should be a font created by Xia Chen himself.

However, the strokes of this font are a bit like "slim gold-shaped!"

The brushstrokes are erratic and quick, and the handwriting is thin and vigorous, so that it is thin without losing its flesh. However, when the brushstroke is turned, the exposed tip of "slim gold body!" is abandoned, but instead inherits the elegance, elegance and wantonness of cursive script.

The overall look is elegant and vigorous. What shocked Dragon Soul the most is that there is a faint sense of indifferent and outspoken spirit in this font.

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