I have a promise with the beauty

There were still a month or two before Qiaolina returned to Fairy Gate, so Yang Qingshan was not in a hurry and took advantage of this time to hold a charity party.

The charity gala was Lawyer Zhao's idea, saying it could increase the popularity of Baicao Industry and create a good image. Yang Qingshan asked Qiao Lina and the others to donate their own things to the auction. At first, Yang Qingshan thought they were reluctant to give them to Qin Hui.

Those high-end things turned out to be a few beauties without hesitation. Only then did Yang Qingshan realize that women are not all carnivores.

The items at the charity party were worth hundreds of millions, which was unprecedented in the industry. It made Baicao Industry become famous overnight again after Xumai Tang, becoming a member of the Baidu search list. At the same time, Qin Hui's reputation as a wrongdoer also disappeared.

The news spread, and it slightly affected the business of Yaowang Logistics.

Yang Qingshan had nothing to do that day and went to stroll on the medicinal street. He looked at the crowds of people. Many foreign businessmen came here to buy medicinal materials, and more of them were elderly people, accompanied by their children to see a doctor.

At this time, the number of traditional Chinese medicine shops on the long medicinal street had increased several times in just a few months, with hundreds of brands.

A group of people who didn't fit in appeared on the street. They walked around one by one, as if inspecting, and looked down upon the Chinese medicinal materials. All this attracted Yang Qingshan's attention, and he followed quietly.

"This is the largest Chinese medicine clinic here, Hua Tuo Hall. It is said on the medicinal street that it is a descendant of Hua Tuo." An uncle said to a young man.

The young man smiled coldly: "Hua Tuo? That's an ancient man. I heard he was very powerful. But I heard that Hua Tuo's descendants are found in every city. Is it true here?"

"It should be true?" the uncle said cautiously, because the young man in front of him also had the surname Hua, and was also a descendant of the legendary Hua Tuo.

"Go in and take a look." The young man walked into Hua Tuo Hall and happened to see Hua Yiran taking the pulse of an old man in a dignified manner.

"Do you want to see a doctor? Queue up." Hua Yiran said confidently, with a spring breeze on his face, which shows how good the business is.

"I have a minor illness. I'm not in a hurry. You take my pulse first." The young man smiled, but this smile was unpleasant to look at.

Hua Yiran glanced at him and felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. He looked up and saw Yang Qingshan walking in. He was about to speak but was stopped by Yang Qingshan's eyes. The cunning Hua Yiran immediately shut up.

, he continued to feel his pulse while grunting in his mouth, but he was deep in thought in his heart.

"Miracle doctor, can my rheumatism be cured?" the old man who had his pulse checked asked impatiently.

"Xu..." Hua Yiran pretended to be mysterious and stretched out: "Quiet."

"Oh, I have been suffering from rheumatism for thirty years, and it has never been cured. I heard that this is the place with the most miracle doctors, so I came here..." The elder began to chatter endlessly, completely ignoring Hua Yiran, and let

Hua also smiled bitterly.

Yang Qingshan pretended to be sick and sat next to the young man. He glanced at the uncles standing next to him and wondered what was going on.

The young man glanced at Yang Qingshan next to him, looked at it carefully for a while, then approached Yang Qingshan and sneered: "This little brother is here to have fun too?"

"Well?" Yang Qingshan hesitated and asked deliberately: "How do you know."

"Because you are not sick." The young man said softly.

"How is it possible? My face is sallow, I keep coughing, cough, cough, cough..." Yang Qingshan said pretending to be ill, pretending to look like he was seriously ill, but the young man smiled slightly and did not speak.

"You too?" Yang Qingshan suddenly asked.

"No, I'm also here to see what's wrong when I'm sick."

"Haha... everyone has the same purpose, you know." Yang Qingshan said with a flirtatious look.

"Just understand." The young man was very satisfied with Yang Qingshan's attitude and continued to observe Hua Yiran and take his pulse.

"Ahem." Hua Yiran opened his eyes, smiled at the old man and said, "Lift your legs."

The old man raised his legs obediently. Hua Yiran took a small hammer and tapped his knee. Then he smiled and said, "Okay, it's not a big problem. I'll give you a prescription."

The young man observed everything just now carefully, but when Hua Yiran wrote out a prescription, the young man became uneasy. Because this prescription was exactly the same as his family's ancestral prescription, he couldn't help but look a little pale. This was really a

The prescription is a good medicine that can cure rheumatism, and it is not allowed to be passed on to anyone except the Chinese family.

Hua Yiran was generous, and the old man began to check the pulse one by one. Two hours later, he finally arrived at the young man.

The young man was a little flustered, but when he sat in front of Hua Yiran, his face instantly turned pale and his whole body was cold. If this was pretending to be sick, he was much smarter than Yang Qingshan. Even Hua Yiran looked at the young man's first look.

His eyes showed despair and affection.

"Why……"

Hua Yiran sighed and began to feel the young man's pulse.

Hua Tuo Hall became quiet, because the young man's illness seemed really serious. You could feel the deathly cold air on his body from three steps away, leaving the young man's seat free and everyone standing a little crowded.

In the distance, only Yang Qingshan was sitting with his whole body cold and lifeless, waiting to see a doctor.

"Doctor, my illness..." the young man asked weakly, with despair in his eyes.

"It's not that light." Hua Yiran smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed, and finally wrote a prescription for strengthening his body and gave it to the young man.

The young man looked at the prescription coldly, laughing secretly in his heart. He looked up at Hua Yiran, and when he was about to speak, Hua Yiran spoke first.

"Young man, if you are weak, you should take some tonics. I have a lot of tonics in the store. I see that your whole body is cold." Hua Yiran looked distressed and blocked all the young man's words.

"This...that..."

After all, young people are young people. They took the initiative to invite Ying at home to take a look at Baicao Street in Nanyang City. However, where was the cunning Hua Yiran's opponent? He was frozen there at a loss. Suddenly he remembered that Yang Qingshan was also here to cause trouble, so he turned to face

Yang Qingshan gave Yang Qingshan a look that everyone understood.

Yang Qingshan smiled and walked over, making a pained gesture: "Business saves lives."

"Okay, okay, do it well, take your pulse first." Hua Yiran smiled and pulled Yang Qingshan to sit down.

The young man took the prescription and made it aside. He wanted to see how Yang Qingshan was doing and learn some experience, because Yang Qingshan looked like a gangster, and he had more information than him, so he could learn from it.

Hua Yiran asked Yang Qingshan what kind of disease he had with his eyes, and Yang Qingshan gave him a cold and feverish look.

"Young man, please pay attention to your private life."

"Well? Your sister."

"Come on, this prescription is effective. You came and smashed my pharmacy without thinking." Hua Yiran understood Yang Qingshan's eyes and started to write the prescription.

"Haha, it's obviously a cold and a fever, but it's ridiculous to say what kind of illness it is and that it's a descendant of Hua Tuo."

The young man found an opportunity. Just now, Yang Qingshan's eyes were winking at Hua Yiran, but the young man misunderstood that he was winking at him. As soon as he heard Hua Yiran's words, he started to fight back.

"Cold and fever?" Hua Yiran was unhappy and said to the young man: "Young man, you are here to see a doctor. Are you a doctor?"

"yes."

"Then why don't you treat yourself?"

"How can a doctor treat me? Old sir, are you really sure that this person's illness is a cold and a fever?" The young man has been pestering Yang Qingshan about his illness, and he insists on Hua Yi.

"Haha...then do you know what disease I'm talking about?" Hua Yiran rolled his eyes and laughed.

People around him became curious. They could clearly tell that Hua Yiran was saying that Yang Qingshan had some kind of disease due to excessive indulgence. Now it seemed that it was not the case, so they all talked about it and waited for the next result. Some of them brought their father and old man with him.

Damn, all the young people took out their mobile phones to broadcast live on Weibo.

"What disease is it? It's obvious that the pulse diagnosis was wrong," the young man said.

"I have been treating illnesses and rescuing people for more than 40 years and have never failed." Hua Yiran smiled at a mobile phone camera, turned to Yang Qingshan handsomely and said passionately: "Young man, you are seriously ill."

"Really? The miracle doctor can help me." Yang Qingshan made a shocked expression.

"Don't worry, just let it go."

"Wait a minute." The young man shouted depressedly, gave Yang Qingshan a wink, and then walked up to everyone: "I am also a doctor. I am not sick. I just came here to learn from each other, so I pretended to be sick. Now

I apologize to everyone.”

"It's just because you're not sick, but you pretend to be seriously ill and dying, that's why I gave you a prescription to strengthen your body. The young man is wondering if it's too late now." Hua Yiran smiled coldly.

road.

"Don't eat at all, because I want to check this guy's pulse and treat his illness." The young man pointed at Yang Qingshan and said.

Yang Qingshan was frightened and at a loss.

"It doesn't matter. Although I am young, I am a descendant of Hua Tuo, a real descendant of Hua Tuo." The young man glanced at Hua Yiran as he spoke, which seemed like someone was pretending to be someone.

"Haha..." Hua Yiran sneered without saying a word.

"Now!" the young woman said loudly, "I will use Hua Tuo's most mysterious medical skills to treat this little brother's illness."

As he said that, the young man winked at Yang Qingshan, and Yang Qingshan said cooperatively: "Are you really a descendant of Hua Tuo?"

"Of course, no one can be deceived." The young man said, "My surname is Hua, which means Ming, an upright and bright name."

Hua Yiran sneered again, but still didn't say a word, waiting to watch the show and act with Yang Qingshan.

"Excuse me, what is the most mysterious medical skill that Hua Tuo has?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"Acupuncture." Hua Ming said loudly, and the uncles immediately came over, took out a cloth bag from his backpack, and spread it out in a smart way. Inside was a set of silver needles.

"Damn, there are so many people here, they all share the same feelings." Some people expressed contempt.

"As for the troublemaker, do you need to say that you are a descendant of Hua Tuo? In this case, the fun will be gone for a long time."

"Yes, yes, my popularity will definitely soar tomorrow."

The phone flashed, Hua Ming held a silver needle and said: "I'm sorry, brother."

"It doesn't matter, come." Yang Qingshan said.

"Wait a minute, tell me first what disease he has." Hua Yiran said before Hua Ming gave the injection.

"Of course it's just a cold or fever. You don't need to take medicine, just prick it twice with a silver needle." Hua Ming said, knowing that he had to act quickly at this time, otherwise he didn't know what Hua Yiran would say to stop him.

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