City: The cultivation of a miracle doctor starts from inheriting the medical center

During the time when Sun Wenyuan rushed back, Sun Wenhao first blamed Fang Hai for being nosy, and then found an excuse and slipped away.

Slipped, it's that simple, so unresponsible.

When Sun Wenyuan heard this, a breath of anger poured out inexplicably in his heart.

"How can there be such a person in the Sun family who is not responsible, and I don't know how the uncle educated him!"

Although Sun Wenyuan didn't like it in his heart, he didn't show it.

He comforted Fang Hai first and told him not to take it to heart.

Then he said that he was sure that he would handle the matter well, so he didn't have to worry.

After that, Fang Hai was asked to pay attention to the little boy's situation at any time.

When everything was arranged, he returned to his room in the back hall.

......

He didn't come back for more than half a year, and there was no dust in the room, obviously because Fang Hai often came in to clean.

Sun Wenyuan has been reminiscing since he entered the door.

After a while, I remembered the day I got the system.

"It was put here. After

some searching, Sun Wenyuan turned out the box left by his grandfather from the bottom of the cabinet.

There is also a small gourd embedded in the surface of the box.

"I was so happy at the time that I didn't even take the key, fortunately it was in the hospital, otherwise it would ......"

Sun Wenyuan didn't dare to think about what kind of scene it was like to lose the box, but secretly warned himself in his heart.

"In the future, you have to be more careful in doing things, and when you become a doctor, you can't be careless.

"I don't know what's inside?" Sun

Wenyuan put the box on the table, rubbed his hands, and gently opened the box.

There were only four things in the box, a title deed, a memoir, a letter, and a thumb-sized black stone.

The title deed is proof of the ownership of the hospital.

With this, Sun Wenyuan will have more confidence to face Sun Wenhao in the future.

Memoirs are interesting.

It's like a little story.

There have been many unbelievable means such as changing heads, changing hearts, reborn with broken arms, and prolonging life.

"This is grandpa's baby, and it's too ...... It's ridiculous!"

Sun Wenyuan felt that his grandfather put the memoirs in a golden silk nanmu box, which was simply an insult to the golden silk nanmu.

Memoirs of this type, a modern person with a little imagination can make up dozens of them a day.

Casually putting the memoir aside, Sun Wenyuan picked up the letter at the bottom of the box.

Two things are recorded in the letter.

One of them is the issue of the inheritance of the medical center. Not many words, that is, a matter of a few words.

The second is the memoir thing.

According to grandfather Sun Jingcheng, memoirs are the origin of the Sun family's medical skills.

But the Sun family got less than one thousandth of the medical skills from it.

In addition, he also told the origin of the Sun family.

The origin of the Sun family is similar to what he knew from the old man Yang Peiyuan, and it was indeed after the imperial doctor of the previous dynasty.

As for the last black stone, as soon as he got it in his hand, the sound of the system sounded in his ears.

"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the host for obtaining the medicine monk relics!" Hearing

the system's identification of the black stone, Sun Wenyuan carefully studied it for a while, but he didn't see anything.

"I don't know what the relics left behind by the medicine monk are of any use?"

Sun Wenyuan muttered in a low voice.

And the system, which has never talked much, has a rare few words at the moment.

"Ding Dong! The Medicine Monk Relic contains the essence of the Medicine Monk, is the host authorized to absorb it?"

"Absorption...... It seems that this relic is useful for the system.

Sun Wenyuan thought for a while, and silently said "absorb" in his heart.

I saw Heishi swoop into the virtual page of the Divine Doctor Cultivation System.

At the same time, Sun Wenyuan's mind also entered it.

It was a monk named Sangtan, who studied Xi Dharma and medicine.

Treat the sick and save people with superb medical skills, practice medicine in the world, and use this as a way to cross people to learn Buddhism.

In the past few decades, the monk has saved countless people, and during this period, he has passed on his medical skills without reservation.

The old man died in an unknown monastery in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and his disciple Li Liang burned his body and got this relic.

......

"I'm Santan...... No, I'm

Sun Wenyuan!" After experiencing Seng Tan's life, Sun Wenyuan has not come back to his senses for a while, and his memory is still confused.

Fortunately, he has two lives, and he was born in the modern world, so he has gained more information.

In the process of memory collision, Sun Wenyuan's memory gradually dominated.

Recalling the extra decades of medical experience in his mind, Sun Wenyuan couldn't close his mouth with joy.

"Just one relic gives me such a big benefit, if there are a few more, it won't take off directly. Of

course, this idea can only be thought of.

The relics are already difficult to obtain, and the relics of the medicine monk are even more difficult.

The Sun family was able to hold one, and they don't know how many good deeds their ancestors have done and how many merits they have accumulated.

The Sun family has held the relics for several generations, but none of them have been able to discover the secrets.

If Sun Wenyuan didn't have a system, he would also be one of those people.

So the root of everything is still the system.

Thinking of this, Sun Wenyuan hurriedly turned on the system.

I saw that in the page, there was an extra book of monks' medical experience under the classification of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

This was supposed to be something to be happy about, but Sun Wenyuan couldn't be happy when he saw the benevolence value column.

"System, what's going on, are you going to give me an explanation?".