The Three Realms of Super Students

"Master Zhang, are you here?"

See Liu Qinghe.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan walking towards this side was surrounded by Jia Mingxu and Luo Hongwu.

Can not help but show the wrong color.

"President Liu, you are so much older than me."

"Boy, I can't be your master Zhang."

To be honest, since the last time he taught at the First People's Hospital.

Liu Qinghe didn't know what was wrong in his brain, so he closed his mouth and called himself Master Zhang.

I ca n’t stop myself!

To be fair, although Luo Hongwu called himself Master Zhang, Zhang Xiaofan could still stand it.

But you make an old, silver-haired old man.

Every day followed behind his ass, Master Zhang is long, Master Zhang is short.

Zhang Xiaofan was really overwhelmed.

"There are no children, but masters are teachers."

"Master Zhang is the heir to the thirteen stitches of the ghost gate."

"Naturally deserves the title of master!"

Liu Qinghe clenched his fists in both hands, his face was full, said.

Zhang Xiaofan saw this old stubborn look of Liu Qinghe.

It is unintentional to know that you are tangling with each other again, and then you will change the topic.

"President Liu, are you here to treat Luo Ji?"

Zhang Xiaofan saw that Liu Qinghe couldn't help but arched his hands with a smile.

"Well, but Luo Ji's condition ... Oh!"

Speaking of this, Liu Qinghe sighed longly, said.

"Specific circumstances, Master Zhang, please go in and see for yourself."

Hearing that, Zhang Xiaofan said nothing more.

He nodded and walked directly into the back room, and met Luo Qingshan again.

At this time Luo Qingshan, although last lucky enough to survive from the gate closed.

But, after all, it is in the ischemic brain.

Although there are no sequelae in Zhang Xiaofan's full rescue, it is the vitality of the body!

Therefore, the current Luo Qingshan is obviously not only poor in color, but also lost a lot of face.

His eyes were deep, and even Zhang Xiaofan relied on his own golden eyes.

You can also clearly see the gray death entangled in the old man's face!

It seems that Luo Qingshan's illness is approaching, and the disease is getting worse.

"Master Zhang, you also know that my father has a more serious heart attack."

"And the heart and brain blood vessels have always been endless."

"This time, the expert team sent over by the Huaxia 301 Military Region Hospital."

"And Dean Liu made a detailed diagnosis on his father's body."

"The unanimous opinion was that the father would retreat from his current position."

"Then you can cultivate yourself and recuperate."

"Only in this way is there any chance of improvement!"

"But if father doesn't retreat ..."

Speaking of which, Rao is a man from Luo Hongwu's army who has slightly reddish eyes.

"Okay, I already know!"

Zhang Xiaofan, hearing Luo Hongwu's tone was a little trembling, did not let the other party continue to talk.

Instead, he went directly to Luo Qingshan.

One hand was directly on Luo Qingshan's wrist pulse.

If Chinese medicine is simply mentioned, it is mainly divided into four steps.

"hope!"

"smell!"

"ask!"

"cut!"

Look, look at look.

Smell

interest.

Ask; refers to asking for symptoms.

Cut; refers to touching the pulse.

Four items in one