Lazy God Possession

一 A meal at noon is the best meal that Iron Egg has ever eaten in this life.

I had to say that he finally understood something, why Nan Ming was so fancy.

Compared with the meal I have eaten now, what is it that I have eaten before? Pig food?

Don't talk about iron eggs, even Qingzhong Yang and Peng Lao couldn't stop eating.

In this way, Nan Ming was not satisfied, and said that if there were nine rounds of large intestine, it would be fine.

Father Qing Qing also sighed. The Nine-Turn Large Intestine dish was too laborious to prepare. It wasn't ready for a short while, but it will be prepared in the evening.

For the first time, I saw the interaction between my old father and Nan Ming, so Qingzhong Yang was stunned!

The iron egg can only mourn for Li Huiyun, this guy is not blessed. Just called Li Huiyun just now, Li Huiyun even refused to come over for dinner.

Tong Nanming was also thinking that, compared with Tiedan, a stubborn academic, Li Huiyun obviously only played tricks, and simply fired him.

When I was eating, Father Qing pulled Nan Ming and asked Dong Wenxi, asked him if he was all settled, and asked how he felt about the new school.

In the presence of Father Qing, Nan Ming felt some encounters with his relatives. He heard Nan Ming complaining about his distress and said that he would go to military training. He laughed and patted Nan Ming ’s hand. It's easy, don't worry! "

How can I not worry! Of course your father does not know my pain!

Tong Nanming was even more distressed.

After eating, Mr. Peng checked for Mr. Jiang, and frowned.

"Brother Peng, you can just say something, my body, I know myself." Jiang Wanghai slowly said.

"From the current diagnosis ... Very bad." Peng Lao shook his head, and everyone's complexion changed.

Mr. Peng Peng is not the kind of person who likes to make alarmists. If he says no, it is really bad.

"I have a dose of medicine here, which can solidify my health and nourish my body. Now I can only rest quietly ..." Peng Lao put down a prescription, and a package of medicine prepared in advance, telling how to take it, Said that he still had something to do, and came back at night with Yunfan Yun, and left early.

The harmony atmosphere just disappeared long ago. The whole courtyard was very depressed. Jiang Xiaohuihong went back to the house with his eyes closed. Brother Jiang limped over and picked up the medicine pack. He said that he would go to decoction. "Chaohua, go and rest, I'll decoction."

"How can that be, uncle your body ..."

"No matter how bad my health is, I will always be better than you, isn't it?" As soon as Mr. Qing stared, Jiang Chaohua could only retreat.

"Uncle, Uncle Jiang and Brother Jiang, what's wrong with them?" Nanming walked into the kitchen, watching Father Qing squatting in front of a small charcoal stove, then went to squat to help fan-fire.

In fact, muscle wasting is a disease that is related to physical fitness and is almost a genetic disease.

After Oujiang Wanghai fell ill, family pressure was all on Jiang Chaohua's body. He was greedy early in the morning, overworked, and even fell ill, but now he is not as severe as Master Jiang and can still move.

But if you continue to work hard, you may fall ill and you cannot move. It was only after suffering from Jiang Dazhen, the burden of the family was on her.

"Oh, it's all my fault ..." Father Qing held Nan Ming's hand, looked at Nan Ming deeply, and whispered, "Xiao Ming, can Uncle ask you something?"

"What's the matter?" Nan Mingzhuang was stupid, and as far as he was concerned, Mr. Qing sighed with disappointment.

"Then, uncle, you decoction, I'll go out first." Nan Ming handed the medicine bag in his hand to Grandpa Qing, turned around and went out.

Father Qing Qing looked at Nan Ming's back and shook his head.

After all, what kind of mystery is Nan Ming, what is going on, no one can understand, but what can he ask Nan Ming?

After all, for Nan Ming, the Jiang family and his son just met, and Nan Ming has saved his life, what else should he say?

But he was still a little disappointed, for Nanming, and for himself.

Hey wait ... not right.

Father Qing Qing looked at the medicine packet in his hands, and suddenly a strange look flashed in his eyes, wasn't it ...

Taking a dose of medicine, it took more than an hour from the preparation of the decoction to the end of Father Jiang.

Tong Nanming has left. In this small yard, there is nothing to entertain. Nanming can't stay here. He only said that he would come back for dinner at night.

They will continue to search for food, but there is no time to waste here.

Tong Nanming left, and Jiang Xiaohui walked out of the corner, watching the back of Nan Ming secretly.

"What are you looking at?" Qingzhong Yang came together and asked.

"No ..." Jiang Xiaohui went into his room like a frightened bunny.

Mr. Qi Qing brought the medicine in his hands to Mr. Jiang, and prevented Jiang Dazhen, who wanted to go forward to feed the medicine, to feed him by spoon.

"I do n’t take it anymore, what medicine do I take? I am alive to find my guilt ..." Father Jiang was a little discouraged. Just now Peng Lao's diagnosis left him with no business.

Father Qing Qing, while defamating Peng Laoyong's mistaken doctor, persuaded: "Relax, brother, you drank this bowl of medicine, I keep you alive!"

Where does Father Jiangjiang believe? But I could n’t stop celebrating Father, and drank the bowl of medicinal soup slowly.

Father Qing Qing is also extremely stunned. Nanming said nothing and did nothing. In the end, has this bowl of medicinal soup been so divine and has it changed?

Uh ...

In the evening, when Nan Ming and Iron Egg returned to the courtyard together, they saw Brother Jiang's family around Lao Peng and thanked him desperately.

"Lao Peng, thank you so much! I ... I'll give you a hoe!" Brother Jiang no longer needs to keep abducting, and excitedly dragged Lao Peng, saying that he would kneel down and scratch his head.

Today, a dose of Peng Lao is simply a cure for the disease, which is extremely effective!

This afternoon, Qing Laofei asked him to take a dose. After drinking the bowl of medicine, Brother Jiang felt that he was warm all over the body, took a nap, and when he got up to urinate, he didn't use a crutch.

He didn't feel it at that time, when he went out, he heard Jiang Dazhen scream.

He looked down before realizing what was happening.

I do n’t even need to abduct?

I walked in the past, and always felt that the noodles on both legs were average, with no strength at all, and my body was floating.

现在 Now, when you walk up, you are in awe!

Mr. Jiang, with a rosy complexion, even hummed the play on the bed in the afternoon. His voice was loud and full of vitality. Where is it like a patient who has been in bed for decades?

爷 The two guys recovered so well, making the Jiang family happy and crazy. They wished to celebrate with a gong and drums.

At four or five o'clock in the afternoon, Peng Lao walked around and came back again to chew rice with a cheeky face. He was warmly welcomed when he came in. Before the Nanming came, this show of gratitude to each other had been going on for more than ten minutes.

"Don't ... don't ... make it impossible! Make it impossible!" Peng Lao himself stunned. He prescribed the medicine, and he knew for himself how could there be such a great effect?

什么 Is it that Qinghu Tiger got any special medicine? But muscle atrophy involves the level of cells and genes. It is a problem all over the world. How can there be any special medicine?

If Peng Lao is a veteran medical stick, he is a fame-seeking man. If he is afraid, he will have to smile and accept this good name. Unfortunately, he is not. Now he does n’t mention how uncomfortable he is. The cat's paw is scratching. If he can, he really wants to tie the father and son directly to the operating table and dissect to see what is going on.

Father Qing Qing stood a little helplessly, but he couldn't say that it was all thanks to Nan Ming. Nan Ming's shot was the real cure for everything.

Xun Yang celebrated that Yang was still shaking his head beside him, and said, "Peng Laozhen is also a **** doctor!"

Father Qing Qing split his hands and patted him in the past: "You dropped a fart!"

Yang Qing was speechless, and he was in his forties, how could he be beaten in the head?

As soon as Xu hit his son, Grandpa Qing saw Nan Ming hiding in the doorway and smirking.

Suddenly his eyes lighted, regardless of Qing Zhongyang who was complaining, he ran to the door in three steps and grabbed Nan Ming's hand.

I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.

Thousands of words can only be translated into a "thank you!"

"Thank you." Nan Ming shook his head, unwilling to say more.

The less he knows, the better it is for him to strengthen his abilities. Moreover, he helps others, not to get the gratitude of others, but to help Nanming, a good young man, as long as he knows it.

Because what he needs is a sense of accomplishment!

I lifted my eyes to look at the energy, and it turned out that the energy had risen a lot. Yesterday's deficit had already made up for a little and a half.

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Father Qing Qing held Nan Ming's hand, shook it again and again, and sighed, "Good boy, thank you, thank you."

Nan Ming thanked him because he had not faced the threat of muscle atrophy and muscle weakness, and had not been lying on the bed for decades, but for the client himself, how could this kind of gratitude be erased in two words? ?

Wu Qingzhong Yang saw that the old man didn't go to thank Peng Lao, but instead went to find Nan Ming, and suddenly felt a little weird.

I thought about Master ’s amazing healing process, and my eyes narrowed suddenly.

As soon as I thought about it, the old man glared back, squatting aside, watching the grateful drama.

Father Qing Qing reached out and took the two benches and gave one to Nan Ming. The two also squatted there to watch the show. For a time, the whole courtyard showed you acting as you, I see my weird state.

In the end, Peng Lao was angry: "I said it wasn't me, it really wasn't me! The medicine I prescribed was Guben Peiyuan's medicine! To put it plainly is a placebo! You have a long brain, this is a serious illness Myasthenia, do you think anyone in this world can cure it? If you toss and toss, you will be tired again! "

怎么 Why don't these people talk about science! How could such unscientific things happen randomly?

The old Peng Peng suddenly froze, remembering something vaguely, but he couldn't catch it. (Go to Sanjiang, get a Sanjiang ticket, click "Sanjiang" above the novel, enter the Sanjiang page, there is a person who receives a Sanjiang ticket, and you can vote. Everyone can vote for one day, free of charge. The last chapter It ’s ridiculous to ask for a wrong ticket. Tomorrow is a new week. Ask for a recommendation ...)