An old man with half-haired hair and only a few teeth left in his mouth came over and looked at the cloth banner with the words "The Rebirth of the Miracle Doctor".

"Hey, I'm different from those old wives who like to gossip. I've heard of the word "Your Banner". It seems that one of my great-grandfather's aunts had a strange disease back then, and it was cured by a traveling doctor who held a banner like you."

The old man said here, blinking his eyes, and actually stopped talking.

"Li Lao Cang, you are not authentic. You are a TV series. When you are at critical moments, you will 'please watch the next episode'."

An old man who was not even younger than Li Laocang stretched out his crutch and knocked on the ground.

"Speak quickly, talk quickly, what's wrong next?"

"No, there's nothing behind it. When I heard my great-grandfather talk about this, I also stopped it from here." Li Laocang said a little aggrievedly.

Zhuo Donglai's eyes lit up, and he suddenly took out a tablet computer and slashed it around.

After a while, he raised his head.

"This father-in-law, your great-grandfather's aunt is Li Cuihua. Is the one who saved her a young girl?"

"Oh, it's amazing. I'm a doctor. How do you know what my great-grandfather's aunt is called?" Li Laocang was shocked.

Zhuo Donglai smiled slightly.

"The young girl who has saved your grandma is my master. According to the rules of our sect, when we travel around the world, all the people who have been treated must be recorded."

"Hi, have you heard this? This is a descendant of the miracle doctor who saved my grandma back then. Maybe he will really treat difficult and complicated diseases." Li Laocang said to everyone.

"We don't believe that the boy from the Zhao family at the north end of the village is not born to be disabled, and even the large hospitals in the province can't be cured? Let's let this miracle doctor show him. If it is cured, I will prepare food and food for them. I will pack the food for them."

An old man wearing a wealthy shirt and a rosy complexion said.

"Are you willing, this miracle doctor?" Li Laocang looked at Zhuo Donglai with anticipation.

"I can invite him here as long as he is not a terminal illness determined by the medical community, I have a solution here."

Zhuo Dong said confidently.

"Okay, okay, the miracle doctor has agreed. Who are you going to find Xiao Zhaozi?"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

Two younger old men ran towards the north of the village one after another.

After a while, they came over with a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Miscellaneous Doctor, this is what we just mentioned. The family has spent time on his faults. If you can cure him now, I will thank you for his deceased parents!"

Li Laocang bowed to Zhuo Donglai sincerely.

Zhuo Donglai quickly replied with a gift: "This is the duty of our doctors. We travel to Shenzhou to accumulate merits for the sect, and we can also gain something."

The boy surnamed Zhao's left hand was hanging beside him, and his face was a little timid.

The two old men in the village pulled him out just now, but he didn't know what was going on.

"Young man, don't be afraid, we are not liars." Zhuo Donglai comforted him gently.

"Can you treat me? Also, my family has no money." The boy surnamed Zhao said something inconsistent with the foreword.

"It's okay, the difference between us and those guys who go around the world is that we just treat the doctor but will not accept a penny. Whether your family has money or not has nothing to do with it." Zhuo Dong said.

"Really?" asked the boy surnamed Zhao with some doubts.

"What does true or false mean to you? Anyway, I can't cure your disease, so you will naturally not give me money, right?" Zhuo Donglai smiled again.

The boy surnamed Zhao lowered his head and thought for a while, and nodded resolutely.

"I heard them talk about Grandpa Li's aunt. I hope you can cure my illness and I can find a job and make money to repay everyone."

Zhuo Donglai nodded slightly when he heard this.

Although the practice world says that doctors do not have good or bad intentions, it is always much more comfortable to treat a patient who has good thoughts and knows how to be grateful than treating a ungrateful wolf.

Zhuo Donglai asked the boy surnamed Zhao to sit on a stool and took off his shirt.

"Ye Qiu, please check the child's situation first, and I will add it to you finally. This trip to Shenzhou is your sect mission."

"Okay!" Ye Qiu agreed very simply.

He used his supernatural divine eyes and looked at his left arm, which was only half the length of a normal arm of a boy named Zhao.

About half a minute later, he turned to Zhuo Donglai.

"Teacher, this child's disease is a congenital deformity of the arms bones. When they grow together, they cause insufficient arm length. If you want to treat it, you need to separate the arm bones that he has been growing for more than ten years, and then later auxiliary training will allow the muscle tendons to grow again. Maybe in three years, this will be a good arm."

"Little Doctor, are you saying true?" The young man surnamed Zhao was overjoyed when he heard this, grabbed Ye Qiu and asked loudly.

"Doctors don't say anything." Ye Qiu smiled gently at him.

"That's right, there are basically no loopholes. According to the classics in the Materia Medica, if you want to cure him, you need to use the secret method of golden needles to cooperate with Western medicine surgery, and later rehabilitation training to make it possible to cure it. However..."

Zhuo Donglai wanted to speak but stopped.

Ye Qiu smiled.

The congenital disability disease of this young man surnamed Zhao must not be solved in secular medicine, but he and Zhuo Donglai both have the vitality and vital eyes that can live dead and bones. If you really treat him, it will be better to treat it than some real and difficult diseases that are difficult to find the cause of the disease.

"But there is no facility for Western medicine here, so we can only use our conventional means." Zhuo Donglai took out the needle box from his backpack and chose a six-inch-long one in his hand.

"He may feel a little hurt later, so don't panic." Zhuo Donglai said to Li Laocang and other old people in the village.

After saying that, he reached out and patted the boy surnamed Zhao fainted to the ground.

"Ye Qiu, you need to take action." Zhuo Dong said.

Ye Qiu walked to the boy surnamed Zhao, grabbed his disabled arm, and rubbed it carefully for more than a minute. Then, after the tight epidermis and fat tissues softened a little, he used the gripping technique to separate the two almost-long arm bones and carefully positioned them.

Zhuo Donglai used the needle in his hand to constantly stimulate the acupoints on the boy's body, allowing him to maintain a peak state of vigorous qi and blood.

Suddenly, Ye Qiu pulled hard, and with a hissing sound, a bloody mouth appeared on the arm of the boy surnamed Zhao.
Chapter completed!