I can become stronger by reading!

On the way to Li's house, Qin Hongyu wanted to read books, but in order to avoid Li Feiyang's suspicions, he held back for the time being.

"What's the situation with Bureau Li now?" he asked casually.

"Thanks to Divine Doctor Qin, there is nothing serious, but occasionally I have a headache, and the problem is not big, which is exactly what Divine Doctor Qin said before.

Li Feiyang drove the car and replied respectfully.

"It's not a big problem?" Qin Hongyu looked out the window and said slowly: "His kind of headache can make life worse than death, I still know this, you don't have to deliberately please me."

Li Feiyang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a wry smile: "Although my father's headache is really uncomfortable, it is a blessing compared to losing his life."

Qin Hongyu nodded, and then closed his eyes and took a nap.

I've been brushing books at high intensity these days, and he's also a little tired.

Seeing this, Li Feiyang also stopped talking, stepped on the accelerator, and went straight to the armed police brigade.

Armed Police Brigade, Li Family Courtyard.

Li Weimin, who was supposed to recuperate in bed, stood respectfully at the door at this time, looking at the end of the road from time to time.

And beside him, there stood an old man wearing a Tang costume with a very bookish atmosphere.

"Lao Bai, is it really that guy who pulled you back from the ghost gate?"

Li Weimin nodded, then turned his head to look at the old man in Tang costume, and persuaded: "Lao Wang, you can sit in the house first, I'll just wait here."

If it weren't for you, I would have died a long time ago, and your benefactor is my benefactor." The benefactor is here, and I will definitely greet him here. The old man in Tang costume said with a sense of persistence.

Seeing this, Li Weimin was a little helpless, smiled, and said: "If you let people in the calligraphy world know that you, Wang Yuhong, are actually waiting for a young man here, I'm afraid you will be shocked by your big teeth, right?"

"My names are not as good as your name as Director Li of the Nansha City Public Security Bureau." Wang Yuhong laughed.

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of a car's engine could be heard in the distance.

Hearing this, Li Weimin put away his smile, his face a little excited.

Wang Yuhong stared at the end of the road with curiosity.

Li Feiyang's car drove slowly, and then stopped in front of the two.

It was Li Feiyang who got out of the car first, and then Qin Hongyu.

Seeing that Qin Hongyu was so young, Li Weimin and Wang Yuhong glanced at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Li Weimin regained his senses, walked forward quickly, held Qin Hongyu's hand, and said gratefully: "Divine Doctor Qin, the last time your wonderful hand rejuvenated, I, Li Weimin, have no teeth and unforgettable, if you have anything to do in the future, just tell me, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not shirk it."

"It is the duty of a doctor to save people. Qin Hongyu replied lightly.

Hearing this, Wang Yuhong looked at Qin Hongyu with a little more admiration.

He walked up to Qin Hongyu and said solemnly: "Little brother, although it is your duty, you saved the life of my old friend, I still want to thank you."

Qin Hongyu turned his head and looked at Wang Yuhong in Tang costume, slightly stunned.

The old man in Tang costume in front of him, he felt very familiar.

After a few moments, his mind flashed through some clips from the television set, and he was stunned.

This is the first person in Chinese calligraphy! Chairman of the Chinese Calligraphers Association, chairman of the Nanyue Calligraphers Association, and a leading figure in

the calligraphy world! Wang Yuhong! Although Qin Hongyu usually does not pay much attention to the calligraphy world, Wang Yuhong's name is really too big, as long as he watches television, he must know this number one.

He didn't expect such a big man to thank him so seriously.

Qin Hongyu waved his hand again and again: "Elder Wang, you are polite, you are a top figure in the calligraphy world."

"Those are just false names, besides, no matter what level of people they are, they should be grateful. Wang Yuhong said with a smile.

Hearing this, Qin Hongyu couldn't help but have a good impression of Wang Yuhong.

He originally thought that these respected old men were extremely face-saving, after all, he had seen a lot of these cases.

Unexpectedly, although Wang Yuhong is highly respected, it is really rare to treat his juniors so modestly.

"Divine Doctor Qin, let's go and sit inside first. Li Weimin said and led everyone into the courtyard together.

As soon as he sat down, the smile on Li Weimin's face distorted.

Immediately, he held his head and let out a grunt of pain with a hideous face.

Seeing this, Wang Yuhong, who was originally smiling, changed his face, and looked at Qin Hongyu very anxiously: "Little brother, ......"

"Give me a silver needle." Qin Hongyu's face was solemn, and he said to Li Feiyang.

According to his observations, Li Weimin's situation seems to be more serious than he expected.

Li Feiyang nodded again and again, walked quickly to the medical box on the side, took out the needle bag and alcohol lamp, and handed them to Qin Hongyu.

Qin Hongyu picked up the silver needle, quickly disinfected it, and then asked Li Feiyang and Wang Yuhong to stabilize Li Weimin's body and quickly put the needle.

The speed at which he dispenses the needle is extremely fast is dazzling.

Seeing this, Wang Yuhong's eyes flashed with amazement.

Although he is not a doctor, he has dealt with many famous doctors.

In his opinion, any famous doctor he had come into contact with was not as good as Qin Hongyu in front of him.

Qin Hongyu didn't notice the change in his expression, but his eyes were solemn, and the speed of the needle was getting faster and faster.

In the blink of an eye, Li Weimin's forehead was covered with silver needles.

And when Qin Hongyu's last stitch fell, Li Weimin, who was still struggling and humming, immediately quieted down.

Qin Hongyu breathed a long sigh of relief, then wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, looked at Li Feiyang, and said, "It's okay."

"Really?" Li Feiyang subconsciously asked, "My father won't be bothered by headaches in the future?"

Qin Hongyu nodded, drank some hot tea, and after slowing down a little, he quickly pulled out all the silver needles.

When all the silver needles were pulled out, Li Weimin slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

Just now, he almost passed out with a headache, but he didn't expect that Qin Hongyu's few strokes of effort would bring him back to normal, and his head, which was about to crack in pain, was no longer painful at all.