City: I have a perverted martial arts system

After school.

Luo Yan and Lu Shiyu returned to the rental house.

Lu Shiyu bought vegetables and cooked while he returned to his room to practice.

Yesterday, with the help of snake gallbladder, I was suddenly promoted to the fifth level of body tempering.

Now it's a little slower.

By the time I had dinner at seven o'clock, I hadn't risen a single level.

But he is not in a hurry. Haste leads to waste, and a solid foundation is also very important.

The brother and sister were talking about some interesting things about school. Just as Luo Yang put down his chopsticks, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Is Mr. Luo Yan here?"

The two of them didn't have many friends. They only knew the tenants next door, and there were very few people who called him "sir".

Lu Shiyu instantly became more vigilant, hugged Luo Yan's shoulders and said, "Brother, could it be Brother Jun's people are here?"

Luo Yan patted her little hand, "No, it's okay."

Asking Lu Shiyu to step back a little, he opened the door.

Standing outside was a strong man about 1.9 meters tall in a black suit. After seeing Luo Yan, his eyes became suspicious, "Are you Luo Yan?"

"Yes, I am Luo Yan."

Wearing an ordinary school uniform, his hair is a bit long, and he has no special features other than being handsome.

My family is quite poor.

Would this kind of person be a miracle doctor?

The strong man slandered.

"Excuse me, are you...?" Luo Yan asked.

"Oh, I'm from the Han family, and I specially invited Mr. Luo to come and get together."

"But Mr. Han's illness?"

"Exactly, Han Laofei wants to find you."

It seems that Mr. Han has encountered a lot of obstacles to this "must".

"Okay, just wait for me."

Luo Yan didn't think too much. Mr. Han had saved his life, so he should help regardless of circumstances.

When he came to his sister, he said: "Shiyu, this period is not peaceful. You go to Aunt Bai's house to stay for a while and wait for me to come back."

"Um."

Lu Shiyu glanced at the strong man outside the door. He was wearing sunglasses at night, and swallowed, "Brother, who is that?"

"It's okay, an old man invited me to come over and see a doctor."

"Do you know medical skills?" Lu Shiyu asked curiously.

She suddenly felt that her brother was not simple. Yesterday he beat four men, and today he even understood medical skills.

"I know a little bit about it. I helped Dr. Sai Huatuo and Zhang at the end of the alley for a few days. I can teach myself without a teacher."

Lu Shiyu didn't believe it, "Dr. Zhang can't even treat a cold. Do you think I will believe it?"

"real."

Luo Yan smiled and followed the strong man to the entrance of the alley, where a luxury car was already waiting.

After getting on the bus, the luxury car drove all the way north. On the way, Luo Yan bought a pair of silver needles at a drugstore.

Enter Haoting No.1.

Haoting No. 1 is full of villas and is very famous in Jianghai City. Those who can live here are either rich or noble.

Luo Yan curiously asked the burly driver: "Brother, what is Mr. Han's identity?"

"Have you ever heard of the Han Group? Our master is the founder of the Han Group." The strong man was very proud.

"It turns out to be the Han Group..."

Luo Yan didn't know much about the specific information about this group. After all, the original owner was just a high school student.

He only knew that the Han family ranked among the top ten among all the consortiums in Jianghai.

In other words, very rich.

"I'm afraid it's more than that. Mr. Han's temperament is not like a businessman, but more like a soldier."

Luo Yan thought to himself.

Entering a luxurious villa, Luo Yan was taken into the ward.

Severe coughing sounds kept coming, and Luo Yan saw Mr. Han lying on the bed.

It's like he's a different person, his face is much uglier than yesterday.

I also felt quite haggard, and sometimes I would spit out blood when I coughed.

I learned from the strong man that Mr. Han’s name is Han Qiuping and he is 64 years old this year.

He has an only son named Han Zaixun, and Han's business is now taken care of by him.

Han Zaixun has a son and a daughter. His son is studying medicine in Jianghai Medical College, and his daughter Han Xiuxiu is studying in Jianghai No. 1 Middle School and is a classmate of the same grade as Luo Yan.

At this time, apart from the two nursing staff, only Han Jae-xun was standing and waiting beside the hospital bed.

As soon as he saw Luo Yan, Han Qiuping stretched out a hand and said, "Luo... cough, cough, Luo..."

Luo Yan hurried over and said, "Mr. Han, I'm here."

Han Qiuping finally regained his composure, "Finally I waited for you. I regret not listening to you yesterday."

"This is God Luo...brother Luo?"

Han Zaixun felt that Luo Yan was too young and was very different from the miracle doctor his father said he was.

He originally wanted to call the miracle doctor, but suddenly changed his mind and called Brother Luo.

Given his status, he thought it was very polite.

"Hello Mr. Han."

Luo Yan didn't take it seriously. The purpose of his coming was to repay Han Qiuping for saving his life.

What others don't think highly of him is second to none.

"My father's lungs must have been severely injured when he was young. Later, he used special methods to suppress them, but they were not cured.

"As we get older, our lung function declines, and after the last cold, old illnesses suddenly surface."

"The condition is quite serious. Today I cough up blood, tomorrow I will vomit blood, I will be in coma for a few days, and then it will get worse..."

Han Zaixun didn't expect it to be so serious. He was taken aback and asked anxiously: "What should I do? Do you have any idea?"

Luo Yan nodded: "I will first use the silver needle method to clear the stagnation in the lung meridian and relieve Mr. Han's pain. Then I will make a prescription. Take the medicine on time for about a week to stabilize the condition."

"After that, I will use special methods to remove the root cause of the disease."

Han Zaixun looked at his father: "Dad, what do you think? Do you want to listen to other doctors' suggestions?"

Han Qiuping was completely impressed by Luo Yan's medical skills. He shook his head and said, "Brother Luo will do whatever he says. I completely trust him."

"Okay, little brother, then my father will leave it to you."

"Don't worry, it's not a serious illness. Mr. Han is in good health. After being cured, it won't be a problem for him to live for several decades."

I have to say that psychological suggestion is really important.

After hearing these words, Han Qiuping immediately felt better and his cough was no longer so severe.

Luo Yan took out the silver needle and was about to apply it.

At this moment, two people suddenly walked in outside the door.

One of the young men shouted: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Luo Yan turned around and said, "Let's do the acupuncture."

"Who asked you to perform acupuncture? My grandfather is suffering from an acute illness. How can you Chinese medicine cure it well?"

This man is none other than Han Zaixun’s only son, Han Qinghuai.

Han Qinghuai pushed Luo Yan away and said to Han Qiuping: "Grandpa, this is the professor I invited from the medical school, Professor Feng. He is China's leading respiratory expert and can definitely cure your disease."

"No, no..." Han Qiuping couldn't breathe and started coughing again.

Professor Feng is in his fifties, with half black and half white hair, a pale face, and half-closed eyes. He looks very scholarly.

In front of Luo Yan, a high school student, it was obvious who was stronger and who was weaker.

Han Zaixun's eyes lit up, and he showed a lot of respect for Professor Feng. He said politely: "Hello, Professor Feng. I have long admired your name. Please help me."

Professor Feng nodded slightly, looking arrogant.

As for Luo Yan next to him, he had already been squeezed away by the two of them.

Luo Yan was fine and stood aside to watch his performance.

"I have seen the image of Mr. Han's lungs. There is a large shadow. I suspect it is a tumor and need further examination to confirm."

As soon as he heard the word "tumor", Han Qiuping's face suddenly changed and he coughed even more violently.