Ding Ye’s home is in a military compound, an independent courtyard, which is simple and generous, and has a rich historical atmosphere. It is estimated that it has a history of at least hundreds of years. For those who can live in such a house in Beidu, the house itself is a heavy "business card".

After following Jiang Hao into Ding Ye's home, Ning Tao discovered that he was not the only doctor hired by the Ding family, and there were other doctors. The doctors arranged special seats, and famous brands were placed on the table in front of them. The names on the famous brands were very "weight". Some were famous old Chinese doctors with high moral character in the traditional Chinese medicine industry, and some were famous doctors in town hospitals in large hospitals. He often saw these people publish professional articles in medical journals, so he felt "familiar".

In addition, there is actually a Taoist priest named "Qingshui".

Qingshui should be the Taoist name, not the name of the Taoist priest.

Ning Tao was a little surprised, but he could understand it. Mr. Ding had a high position and a lot of disciples and disciples, and was spread all over the military and political circles. When he was sick, would there be fewer people who recommended doctors to show good deeds to him? In fact, Jiang Hao recommended him to see Ding Ye in order to repay his kindness, otherwise he would not have appeared here. However, unlike those people, he, a doctor, did not have a special seat, nor did he introduce his famous brand. After coming to the living room, he didn't even know where to sit.

Jiang Hao seemed to feel a little embarrassed. She pulled Ning Tao to an inconspicuous corner and deliberately found a topic, "There are even Taoist priests. Isn't this a hurry to seek medical treatment?"

Ning Tao whispered: "Don't say that, Taoism also has medical skills. Taoism is the national religion of our Chinese nation, and it also has alchemy, gods and immortals, etc. It is very powerful."

Jiang Hao looked at Ning Tao with a strange look, "You are a medical student at the University of Medical Sciences, do you actually believe this?"

Ning Tao smiled, "I believe it, why don't you?"

He himself is a cultivator and has cured a new demon. How could he not believe in Taoism? He doesn't know whether the old Taoist priest who is just sitting on the chair of the Taishi Chair in the living room can have medical skills, magic, immortals, etc.

Just as Ning Tao was looking at the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ning Tao. His eyes were very special, giving people a sense of perspective, as if they could penetrate a person's soul.

Ning Tao couldn't help but feel aroused, "This old Taoist priest's eyes were so strange. Did he find something?"

Just as Ning Tao was thinking this way, the old Taoist priest closed his eyes again, and the light that had just appeared seemed like an illusion.

At this time, three people walked out of the corridor on the side of the living room. Walking in the middle was a young man in his early thirties, with a national face and a strong and upright figure. He gave people a "hard" feeling, and you can tell at a glance that he was a soldier.

This young man is Ding Congjun.

There was a white doctor who entered the living room with Ding Congjun, and a young man with a bun in a linen Tang suit. The young man was also in his early thirties, wearing black-framed glasses, with fair skin, gentle and handsome appearance, and gave people the impression of a person with a high level.

The white doctor said something to the man in Tang suit while walking, and the man in Tang suit translated the words of the white doctor to Ding Congjun.

Ding Congjun stopped in the middle of the living room with a serious expression. He did not see Jiang Hao and Ning Tao standing in the inconspicuous corner.

The people waiting in the living room stood up and walked towards Ding Congjun, as if they were waiting for him to make some decision.

Jiang Hao said, "Let's go over and listen."

Ning Tao nodded and walked over with Jiang Hao.

At this time, the man in Tang pretended to be a man said another sentence, "Dr. Sean said that only by sending the old man to Wellington Hospital, the old man's illness cannot be cured in China. What should I do? Let's make your own decisions."

Ding Congjun frowned, "Brother Xiaying, you don't know the old man's temper. He had fought with the so-called United Nations army on the battlefield on the peninsula. He had no good impression of the West. If he knew that I sent him to Britain to treat his illness, he would have to scold me to death."

Outside the crowd, Jiang Hao came to Ning Tao's ear and whispered: "The man in Tang suit is Fan Xiaying, he is a person with great means."

Ning Tao just nodded, not very interested.

Fan Xiaying said again, "Brother Congjun, Wellington Hospital is currently the best private hospital in the world. Dr. Sean is the best brain general practitioner in Wellington Hospital. The advice he gave will not be wrong. You should consider it carefully."

Ding Congjun's face was full of hesitation.

"That British doctor is too careless, right?" An old Chinese doctor named Yan Song said, "I don't want to say anything when he suggested that Mr. Ding go to the UK to treat his illness, but I don't agree with this. Our Chinese medical skills have been around for thousands of years. When will it be the turn of Western doctors to say anything?"

"Old Yan, I invited Dr. Sean. He is a straightforward person. If there is any offense, I apologize for him. If you have any opinions, we can talk privately later. What do you think?" Fan Xiaying said.

Yan Song then hugged his fist and said politely: "Mr. Fan is polite. I don't think about it, so Mr. Fan laughed."

Ning Tao was curious. He read the introduction of Yan Song in a medical journal and was hailed as the "saint of the world". It was very amazing. However, he did not expect to be so polite to Fan Xiaying, as if he was afraid of offending him. He couldn't help but guess what kind of person Fan Xiaying was?

Ding Congjun looked at Yan Song, "Old Yan, you have seen your father, I want to hear your opinion."

Yan Song was silent for a moment before saying, "I am the first person to treat Mr. Ding, but... Please forgive Yan for being incompetent. I cannot diagnose the cause of Mr. Ding. I have never seen such a disease in my life."

Ding Congjun's eyes swept across the doctor's faces, "You have all seen your father's situation. Can anyone give a correct diagnosis? Or suggestion is OK."

No one made a sound, and the living room was quiet.

Ning Tao then realized that these doctors had already seen Ding Ye. The decent statement was that he was late, and the indecent statement was that he was ignored. Ding Congjun might have just been kind enough to agree to him to see Ding Ye, but he forgot about it after turning around.

Fan Xiaying said: "Master Qingshui, why don't you try it?"

The Taoist priest who was still sitting in the priest's chair closed his eyes and then opened his eyes. He glanced at Fan Xiaying, nodded, then stood up and walked towards the corridor. He didn't say a word during the whole process. That look and attitude were like everyone owed him money.

Ning Tao's thoughts moved, and his eyes and nose instantly entered the state of looking and hearing skills. In his sight, a colorful air appeared in Taoist priest Qingshui, and a little white air, swimming like a spiritual snake in his innate aura, full of spirituality.

With just one glance, Ning Tao got the answer he wanted. He said in his heart: "This Taoist Master Qingshui is indeed unusual. He has the spiritual energy emitted by spiritual power on his body, but his spiritual energy is mixed and impure, so he cannot be regarded as a true cultivator."

Taoist Master Qingshui, who had just stepped into the entrance of the corridor, suddenly turned around and looked in the direction where Ning Tao was, with sharp eyes, giving people a feeling of being a hawk and a wolf.

Ning Tao smiled slightly from Taoist Master Qingshui, and at the same time stopped the state of looking and listening to the eyes and nose.

In this moment, a trace of confusion flashed in Master Kiyomizu's eyes, as if he had an uncertain suspicion of some judgment. However, in just one or two seconds, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Hao touched Ning Tao's arm and said, "Come with me."

Ning Tao nodded and followed Jiang Hao to Ding Congjun. Even the neglected traveling doctors in the martial arts world have come, so you can't go home just because you are ignored, right?

"Brother Congjun, I'm bringing Dr. Ning." Jiang Hao introduced Ning Tao to Ding Congjun several steps away.

Ding Congjun's gaze then moved to Jiang Hao, and then from Jiang Hao to Ning Tao. Seeing Ning Tao's casual clothes, the worn-out medicine box in his hand, and his age of over twenties, he couldn't help frowning.

Ning Tao saw it but had no reaction on his face. He was so young in his outfit. It was normal for him to have a person like Ding Congjun to have a little doubt on his first meeting.

Fan Xiaying's eyes also fell on Ning Tao, which was different from Ding Congjun's reaction. A strange divine light flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Hao walked to Ding Congjun with a smile on his face, "Brother Congjun, this is what I told you about Dr. Ning. He can cure Uncle Ding's illness."

"Healing?" Ding Congjun looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes, "He is so young... can he do it?"

Jiang Hao said: "Brother Congjun, you don't know how amazing Dr. Ning's medical skills are. My father had a stroke and was paralyzed. The hospital could not cure it. But he had a few silver needles and my father was stabbed, and there were…"

"Little girl, what are you kidding?" Yan Song interrupted Jiang Hao's words, with a look of doubt, "Is he pricked him with a few silver needles?"

Jiang Hao said: "It's not just my father, but Dr. Ning also cured a mentally ill patient who was helpless in Chen Guojun."

"What?" Yan Song's reaction was like being stepped on. "Can Chen Guojun even helpless patients be cured?"

Jiang Hao stretched out three fingers, with pride in his tone, "And it was cured in three hours."

As soon as these words came out, the living room suddenly became in an uproar.

"No, this young man is really that powerful?"

"We in the Chinese medical community say it's big or small. When did such a young miracle doctor come out? Why didn't I even have any news?"

"I think it's bragging, how can I have such a magical medical technique?"

There are all things you say, but no one believes it.
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