Jiang Di said: "I invited him to a meal at noon and ordered a bottle of Wuliangye. This kid is not good at drinking. He is lying in my house."

“Good done.”

Jiang Di took Chen Xingran into their house. After waiting for a few hours, the disciple of the knife credit man woke up. Chen Xingran asked, "Where is your master?"

"My master is seriously ill and he can't come to Chenjia Village anymore. He said that he left a kitchen knife in Chenjia Village more than 20 years ago and asked me to collect it. But the knife was confiscated, but he was drunk by Brother Jiang."

The disciple of the knife credit man scratched his head embarrassedly. The little brother looked just eighteen years old and had no social experience.

"Can I go and see your master?" Chen Xingran asked.

"See my master? What are you going to do?" asked the disciple of the knife credit man.

"I have something I want to ask him, and I am also a Chinese medicine doctor. Didn't you just say that your master is seriously ill? Maybe I can cure his illness."

The disciple of the knife credit man looked at Chen Xingran with some disbelief, and he wondered: "Do you really understand Chinese medicine?"

Chen Xingran said: "Your wrist fractured last year. The doctor who gave you bone correction is not professional enough. Every time you rainy days, your arms will hurt. In addition, you snore at night and the sound is particularly loud. This is because your nasal septum is deviated...

Chen Xingran said several minor problems with the disciple of the Knife Credit Sword. The young man looked shocked. Then he said in surprise: "So you are really a miracle doctor! I have found many doctors for my master, but none of them can cure the master. I have calculated my fate for my master. The result shows that the master will bring good fortune this month! You must be the master's blessing!"

"Can you take me to your master now?" Chen Xingran asked again.

The disciple of the Knife Credit nodded immediately and said, "My master lives in a village more than 200 kilometers away from here. There is no train in the village where we live, so we need to transfer several minibuses."

"I have a car, you can take me to see your master now."

Chen Xingran was a little anxious. This was the first time he had the chance to figure out his life experience. Chen Xingran was naturally anxious.

Jiang Di still has something to do, so he didn't go there together.

The driver sent by the restaurant was very skilled, a distance of 200 kilometers and a lot of country roads in the middle. He arrived in just three hours.

After arriving in this village, the disciple of the Knife Credit Man took Chen Xingran to see the Knife Credit Man lying on the hospital bed.

"This is my master, and everyone else calls him Lao Sun."

Lao Sun was lying on the bed, his eyes were closed and his breathing was very weak, and it looked like he was about to die.

Chen Xingran opened the Sky Eye Wisdom to check, and he said in surprise: Lao Sun, what's wrong?

All three lamps on my body were turned off!

Almost all of the internal organs are necrotic.

All the five mountains on the door collapsed!

This is because of God’s punishment! This is what resulted in such a bad result!

But what surprised Chen Xingran was that Old Sun was like this, and he was still breathing a sigh of relief and never died.

Chen Xingran asked, "How long has your master been like this?"

“It’s been a month.”

Chen Xingran was shocked again. He had not died for a month. This was simply incredible. Chen Xingran asked again: "What did your master do? How did it become like this?"

"I don't know, a month ago, the master just said that he was going to do something very important, but when I saw him again, he was carried back, and it turned out like this. Can you save my master?"

In Lao Sun's case, it is no longer possible to save the death-resurrection pill. I am afraid that it is more advanced life-resistance pill than the death-resurrection pill to restore him to his vitality.
Chapter completed!