"Of course!" Zhao Shiran showed a proud look on his face, "My teacher is more than capable of it? In terms of the teacher's achievements in calligraphy, he is very good at all!"

"real?"

Mao Jiazhi felt that even if that person knew calligraphy, it would be too exaggerated to say that he could rank in the country, and asked in a skeptical tone.

"I am a professional Lumei calligraphy student. Why do you need to lie to you?"

Zhao Shiran felt that Mu Zhengyang was very sacred and could not tolerate others questioning him. He said with an unhappy expression.

Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi both graduated from art colleges. Although they are in two fields, they also know that Lumei is a first-class art college.

Teachers who majored in Lumei calligraphy should have a considerable reputation in the calligraphy world, and a student majored in Lumei calligraphy actually volunteered to learn calligraphy from a young man in his early twenties in the nameless academy in the deep mountains. It can be seen that young man must have extremely high attainments in calligraphy...

"Proficient in medical skills, can cure difficult and complicated diseases in hospitals, be good at calligraphy, can make people voluntarily stay in the mountains to learn, and have the best of everyone in the level of playing the guqin. Such a genius is a simple and rarely known to anyone. He is a true hermit and master!"

Mao Jiazhi saw that Zhao Shiran looked serious and did not look joking at all. When he recalled the figure sitting in the stream in the mountains, playing "Fishermen and Woodcutter's Q&A" casually. It was extremely easy for such a character to become famous, and there was no need to brag in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

Mu Zhengyang returned to Nanshan Academy and went to the vegetable field to pick a few cucumbers, leaving a small part to cut into slices, and the others were mixed with the nectar in the Yujing bottle to make a pot of light green juice. He then carried the worn nude iron pot containing the light green juice down the mountain.

When Zhao Shiran, Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi arrived at the old camphor tree at the entrance of the village, Mu Zhengyang was already waiting for them with a shabby nude iron pot.

Chen Mengyao was worried that she would wait too long, but she didn't expect Mu Zhengyang to have arrived and said unexpectedly: "Mr. Mu, you actually arrived before us!"

"Oh my God, can you fly?"

When Mao Jiazhi came down, he wanted to take a break, but he was urging by Chen Mengyao and had not rested for half a second, but the man went down the mountain before him.

"Let's go!" Mu Zhengyang smiled faintly and ignored Mao Jiazhi.

"Uh-huh!"

Chen Mengyao felt that Mu Zhengyang was becoming more and more mysterious, but Xinxin was still lying in the hospital and had no time to study these things. She opened the car door and let Mu Zhengyang sit in the co-pilot and returned to the county hospital along the same road.

In the ward.

Luo Xinxin's face was pale and her lips were black and purple. The blood vessels on her right arm appeared, showing a strange gray color, accompanied by fever and sweating.

Wang Ligang and Xiong Jun were chatting at the door of the ward and saw Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi coming from the elevator door.

Xiong Jun frowned and said, "Hey, Director Wang, was it the hermit master you mentioned who sent his apprentice?"

Wang Ligang shook his head meaningfully and said, "The hermit master I am talking about is the one who is walking in the middle carrying an old iron kettle!"

"That person? He must have just graduated from undergraduate studies, right? Are you sure he knows medical skills?"

Every year, a large number of graduates of medical colleges and universities want to go to county hospitals. Xiong Jun thinks that the hermit master Wang Ligang mentioned is no different from those graduates of medical colleges who have just graduated.

"It was his medicinal wine that saved County Mayor Z's father Zhao Yushi and Zhao in Tiekou Lane. We did a study afterwards and confirmed that his medicinal wine was effective in treating coronary heart disease, neurological weakness, hypertension, etc. You know, generally speaking, coronary heart disease and hypertension are avoided, so later I went to the mountains with Dean Qiu and County Mayor Z to visit him, wanting to ask him to serve as a consultant to our hospital. Unfortunately, I didn't see him! Last time he came to the hospital, I told him about this, but he refused!"

Wang Ligang seemed to have guessed that Xiong Jun would have such a reaction, without any surprise, and explained helplessly with a smile.

"Ah? There is such a thing?" Xiong Jun was extremely surprised.

"Haha, this is just one aspect. Mr. Zhao has seen a discarded manuscript in the yard of Shanding Academy in Tiannan Mountain. Since then, he has highly praised that person's calligraphy!"

"I remember Mr. Zhao was the chairman of our Ze'an Federation of Literary and Art Circles, a very famous calligrapher! When did Mr. Zhao react when he saw the abandoned manuscripts that man had discarded?"

"Yes! Not only Mr. Zhao, but County Mayor Z also praised it!" Wang Ligang still felt incredible when he recalled it now.

While the two were talking, Mu Zhengyang, Chen Mengyao and Mao Jiazhi came over from the elevator at the end of the corridor.

Wang Ligang came to wait for Mu Zhengyang specifically, and greeted Mu Zhengyang with apologetic expression: "Mr. Mu, we meet again! Actually, I asked them to find you in the mountains, but only you can cure the girl's illness, and there is nothing I can do about it. If you disturb Mr. Mu, I will go to Tiannan Mountain to apologize to you next day!"

Xiong Jun looked up and down at Mu Zhengyang and found that Mu Zhengyang had nothing to bring except a worn iron kettle in his hand. He asked curiously: "Mr. Mu... Yes! May I ask, how are you planning to treat that girl?"

Mu Zhengyang smiled slightly, and looked at Wang Ligang. Xiong Jun raised the worn iron pot in his hand and said, "I think the two misunderstood. Illegal medical practice is illegal. This is a hospital. I am not a doctor. How dare I treat people in the hospital? The girl inside is friends. I heard that she is in the hospital and brings some juice to visit her. I don't know if I can give me and her a few minutes to be alone."

Xiong Jun was confused.

Wang Ligang smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course Mr. Mu's request is fine! Miss Chen has no objection, right?"

Chen Mengyao knew that Mu Zhengyang had opened a shop next to Xinxin before, and the two could barely be considered friends, and at this time they could only count on Mu Zhengyang, so naturally there would be no objection.

Xiong Jun thought that this young man might have just inherited a wine recipe that can treat coronary heart disease, neurological weakness, and hypertension. Maybe he really doesn't understand medical skills. The girl in the ward was in a serious condition and could not tolerate others' recklessness. She asked suspiciously: "The patient named Mu Dahe, did you really treat him?"

Mu Zhengyang shook his head and denied: "He is my cousin. I just came to see him with some juice I made myself like today!"

Xiong Jun wanted to say something, but Wang Ligang was persuaded, and he really had no other way, so he asked the nurse in the ward to pull up the curtain and exit.
Chapter completed!