Chapter 4088: Sick homeowner

In the middle of the week, I looked at the shivering Qian Lao, then took another look at the housekeeper who seemed to have expected this day, and warned Qian Lao: "If I catch you and the city lord in a mess, it won't look like It's that simple today."

Then they didn't stay too much. They left Qian's house and continued to move forward. In the middle of the week, they drove around and stopped, and it was actually the next morning when they arrived in Xuanyuan City.

"Sister, let me ask more, where is this Xuanyuan family?" The fat man got off the car and bought a bag of steamed buns for everyone, along with soy milk. Because of the large portion and the profit, the street selling breakfast was very good for him. interesting.

"Xuanyuan's house? What are you going to do there?" Avenue pointed to a tower in the city center, and whispered to the fat man: "Their house is not particularly good these days! The family is sick, and the partners are too. Run away. Tsk tusk tusk."

The fat man smiled at the elder sister, and said perfunctorily: "Just ask haha, it's okay."

"Ah, that's fine. Recently, don't get too close with his family, it's easy to get bad luck." Dajie kindly persuaded him to return to the topic: "The next time there is a group meal, I will come to Sister Ao! Lunch and dinner are also possible. do."

"Good." The fat man picked up his things and quickly returned to the car, so scared that he didn't even dare to stop.

Back in the car, in the middle of the week, they divided the buns while thinking about how to treat the disease to the owner. In the end, they decided to start with this disease.

"In this case, we still have to say that we are going to treat him." Mid-Zhou thought for a long time, and still this way.

Chen Mo asked helplessly and mocking himself: "Then who shall we go? Besides Gardé, who else will see a doctor?"

For a long time, no one spoke, then in the middle of the week he raised his hand and said firmly in the distrust of everyone: "I will!"

"Boss, stop teasing you, how could you?" Fatty jokes in the middle of the week: "You can't make fun of life even if you want to get ahead!"

Zhou Zhong still corrected them with a serious face: "Strictly speaking, what I know is not the authentic medical technique, but the pill technique."

"Pill skill?" Jiawei leaned over when he heard this, and looked at the middle of the week in disbelief: "Boss, you can practice alchemy? How do you practice?"

Zhou Zhong shook his head: "I just still have some pills, but it is still very difficult to make alchemy here."

"What to do then?" Bai Mingjing asked.

After dinner in the middle of the week, I drove again and went straight to Xuanyuan's house. Before getting off the car, he smiled confidently at them in the middle of the week: "The soldiers will stop them, and the water will cover them."

"It can only do this now." Fatty and they appointed them to get out of the car in midweek, and they didn't know if the result this time was good or bad.

"Dangdangdang!" Mid-week went forward and knocked directly on the door buckle. Within a few minutes in mid-week, I heard a staggering footstep, and then the door "creaked" opened.

"You are?" The old man has always been getting older. He even squinted his eyes when he looked at the faces of a few of them in the middle of the week. He looked closer for a long time and said, "I don't know you!"

One step forward in the middle of the week, helping the elderly, smiled and said: "We heard that your Patriarch is in poor health and has been sick for a long time, so we come to see if the Patriarch can be cured."

"Sick? Ah, I've been cured long ago! It's the owner of the family, I'm sick." The old man answered the question. Three black lines appeared on his forehead in the middle of the week, and he was speechless while looking at others.

I thought that my eyes were bad when I was jungle, and my ears were bad.

As soon as he was about to say something in the middle of the week, he heard a young, magnetic voice coming from the door, but said something mocking and disdainful: "You see a doctor? Are you dreaming?"

"Do you know what the disease is? It is necessary to treat the disease? It is beyond your control."

"If you were cured so easily, would you still survive the replies of several cities?"

In the middle of the week, he looked at the people who kept babbling in the hall, and said speechlessly: "If it is cured, you can't see it before you know?"

"Second Young Master! Why did you come out?" The old man rushed directly into the hall and walked like flying for an instant, but what he said was very funny: "You go back, it is easy to fall, you are like this! You can't catch the mud and eat!"

In the middle of the week, she swore that she felt a murderous aura at that moment. But he still constrained and went back, and said to the old man in a pleasant manner: "Okay, Fu Bo, I will go back soon."

The old man left contentedly this time.

"Aren't you going to let us see the Patriarch?" Bai Mingjing asked.

The second young master said coldly: "Let's go, our family has no extra money for you now. Let's find another wise."

"Don't you want us to try?"

The second young master turned around to leave, but was left in place by Zhou Zhong's sincere questioning. Turning around and roaring: "Try it? How to try it? Haven't there been fewer people trying it in the past six months? It's not that there is no response at all!!"

Midweek didn’t think so: “Since there are so many people trying, what’s wrong with so many of us? The worst is just what’s wrong, right?”

The second young master was silent suddenly, yes, it was just the worst.

"Then you come with me."

In the middle of the week, they met the master of the Patriarch, who was once all-powerful. He was lying on a big bed with ruddy complexion and thin body, as if he was asleep.

Zhong Zhou opened his eyelids and took a look, and found the key to the problem, so a pill was fed directly. The second young master wanted to stop, but didn't stop, so he looked at Zhou Zhong angrily and asked: "What are you giving him food?"

In the middle of the week, he shook his head: "The secret is not to be revealed, but wait and see, you will wake up soon."

The second young master dragged Zhou Zhong directly to the side, guarding the bed, and staring at the house owner on the bed without blinking until the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.

"Dad? Are you awake?" The second young master has always depended on his father for life. After more than half a year, his backbone has finally returned.

"Il, what's the matter?" Patriarch took a sip of water and asked in confusion.

"Also, you have been sleeping for almost a year, but you finally woke up." The second young master pulled the middle of the week: "It's just that he saved you, otherwise you might not sleep until when."

"Why do I sleep so long?" Patriarch asked suspiciously.

"Because you are entangled in the nightmare, the inner demons are confused, causing you to confuse reality and dreams. So you can't wake up." Zhou Zhong explained.

When the owner heard this, he quickly got up to thank Zhou Zhong, but was stopped by Zhou Zhong. Zhou Zhong supported the Patriarch and told the truth: “Actually, I don’t want any good. This time, I mainly want that piece of sky on your side. Lingyu."

"Heavenly Spirit Jade?" The Patriarch said embarrassingly: "It was not impossible, but I have promised to give that piece of jade to an old friend of mine. If you give it to you, he still needs his approval."

"Well, you get up and move around, and we will accompany you later." Midweek comforted, "Okay."