Chapter 227: Crushing Life and Death (Part 2)

But it is the first time that people who have no life potential have encountered it. Logically speaking, in this case, people should have died long ago.

Suddenly, Chen Han thought of the boxing technique that Mr. Bao had just tried. Chen Han put away the silver needle and sat down to look at Mr. Bao: "Old Bao, did you have a very serious illness when you were a child?"

Just like in the pastoral situation, if you have diseases and external causes, you can gradually feel that you have exhausted oil and dry up. In fact, as long as the disease is cured, he will recover. After all, he is old, and if he is guided to practice later, nothing will be delayed.

When the oil is exhausted, most of them are not really exhausted. They are caused by various external factors, because the potential of a person's physical ability is infinite, and it will regenerate and grow in constant stimulation and exercise. If he can reach the peak of Chen Han's level nine physique, even though he has not reached the level of his own universe, his vitality is almost endless.

Chen Han hit the word, Bao Lao looked at Chen Han in surprise: "I was indeed sick when I was young. Later, I learned medical skills from my mentor and continued to study it myself. Although I later mainly focused on theoretical research, I have cured my illness. I didn't even say Zhu Yuan about these things, how did you know?"

When Chen Han heard this, he immediately understood that although this old man did not know the potential, he used his method to reconcile his body to a very perfect level, and unconsciously released his potential ability. Some of his diseases have not been cured. The potential has always been the point that he used to be back then and has not grown with the years. His Tai Chi and various health exercises are just based on his own situation, which stimulated the only potential vitality he had when he was a child. Now it has been really drained, and the oil has gone away. According to his current situation...

"I'm late to come back, I'm late to come back..." At this time, Zhu Yuan's voice sounded, and Zhu Yuan came in with more than a dozen books and some newspapers.

When he saw Zhu Yuan coming in, Bao Lao smiled and said, "Xiao Zhu, your apprentice is good. I think your future achievements will definitely surpass you. It is very generous. This aspect is much better than you now..."

"Ah..." Zhu Yuan walked in, and before he could put down the book, he saw Old Bao pointing at Chen Han and said this, and he was stunned and frozen there.

His disciple, he must have the ability to hand over this disciple. If Chen Han had an unpredictable medical skill, if it weren't for Chen Han's disagreement, he would have wanted to take Chen Han as his teacher.

Mr. Bao didn't pay much attention to Zhu Yuan's expression, and then looked at Chen Han: "Young man, you haven't answered my question just now. Few people know about this, and even my family doesn't know about it."

"Hehe..." Chen Han smiled faintly: "Although your pulse is stable, stronger than those in the fifty-year-old, especially in terms of coordination and stability, there are some old injuries in the deep meridians. Although they have been recuperated later, they can detect some of them. If you usually take the pulse, you can't detect it, but the stimulation of the silver needle can reflect some of it."

"Really?" Bao Lao looked at Chen Han in disbelief: "I asked Zhu Yuan about the silver needle method before, but he did not say in detail that the silver needle stimulation method can detect the condition. This has never been seen in traditional Chinese medicine. What is this principle?"

Zhu Yuan wanted to speak, but was gently shaken by Chen Han's hand behind him. Zhu Yuan could only stand aside and listen. Hearing Mr. Bao say this, Zhu Yuan felt helpless. First, he learned medical skills from Chen Han, and second, he only had a slight understanding. He didn't learn much now. When he talked to Mr. Bao's theory of traditional Chinese medicine, he was asked by Mr. Bao for a few words. How dare he say more?

"The secret of the human body is as good as the universe, and it is more difficult to find it clearly. Just like the health preservation methods you created yourself. If I guess correctly, it should only be suitable for you, right?"

Mr. Bao was even more surprised and stopped paying attention to Zhu Yuan and stared at Chen Han: "You know this. I have tried it many times. I originally wanted to promote it and help others, but it was a pity!"

Zhu Yuan stood aside, listening to Mr. Bao and Chen Han's gradually sighing various theoretical knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. He was fascinated by the listening. He forgot to put down the books in his hand. After more than an hour passed, he felt his arm sore. Then he remembered that he carefully put these books aside. They were all bought for Mr. Bao. After all, Mr. Bao suddenly fainted, and he wanted to check it carefully. This was something he had never lived in nearly a hundred years. Since he studied medicine by himself, although he had average medical skills for others, his later theory and self-regulation were very good.

After putting down the book, Zhu Yuan continued to listen. The more Mr. Bao talked to Chen Han, the more surprised he became. As Chen Han explained some human body knowledge in detail, his face became more rosy, and he looked like he was in his fifties.

After chatting for six hours, Chen Han came out of Bao Lao's room and Zhu Yuan sent Chen Han out.

As soon as he left Bao Lao's ward, Zhu Yuan immediately said: "Chen Han, Bao Lao doesn't understand. Actually, I just wanted to tell him, "You are talking about this, why don't you let me explain it clearly just now? You see this misunderstanding of the trouble. Although you didn't really accept me as an old student, I will make my life short of my life if I asked me to be your teacher."

"This is a trivial matter," Chen Han said, looking at Mr. Bao's room: "You can prepare it for Mr. Bao. It's best to let Mr. Bao go home quickly. In less than 48 hours, Mr. Bao's last little vitality will be exhausted."

Although he studied acupuncture with Chen Han for a while, Zhu Yuan still felt a little mysterious about his potential, and he could not touch or see it.

Seeing Zhu Yuan’s shocked and puzzled look, Chen Han said: “As the saying goes, he is now looking back.”

Zhu Yuan was shocked: "Although Mr. Chen Han is not a rich man, he wrote books and made great contributions to the inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine. In the past 30 years, he has collected a lot of lost things from traditional Chinese medicine and provided them to the country for preservation. He spent nearly 10,000 yuan a month on his retirement. Some things given by others are also used here..."

Chen Han shook his head helplessly: "We are all doctors. No matter who I take over, I won't be casual, but I can't do anything about this. If we throw out the six hours we chat, it will only be about forty hours. There shouldn't be two hours apart. I'm really powerless. If you don't believe it, you can let him stay in the hospital and ask his family to come. I hope there will be a miracle."

Chen Han said, turning around and leaving. In fact, at the age of Mr. Bao, even if he dies, he will be at the height of his life. However, people are always like this. After all, it is not a few hundred years later. Human life span is not that long. But then again, even if the life span is longer, there will be that day. Perhaps only after truly reaching the ninth level physique can we not be subject to these constraints.

Of course, there is no way, but it is better not to say it, and it is impossible to do it now.

As a doctor, it is inevitable to say such things, life and death, and death.

Zhu Yuan stood there coldly. He didn't expect Chen Han to give such an answer. Chen Han was helpless. What should he do? He practiced medicine for half his life, so he naturally understood that doctors could cure diseases, but could not change their fate.

Within the island of Wuwang, Song Ziwen and the old butler, Uncle Tang, walked down. The weather was bright at this time, but the sea was everywhere around the place, and there was only one road leading to the island in front. No matter how you look at it, you couldn't see anything.

At this time, Wu Xiangdong was standing there, with a newest model of extended Rolls-Royce RV behind him. Seeing Song Ziwen coming, Wu Xiangdong stepped forward.

"Thank you for a long journey to the young master."

Song Ziwen shook hands with Wu Xiangdong, his face slightly pale: "It is worth it to come to see the home of the three pirate kings in the world, no matter how far away it is."

"Ha..." Wu Xiangdong smiled and said, "The island is so hard to see, so I have no choice but to walk this road, please come inside."

After saying a few polite words, Wu Xiangdong and others were already taking a bus to the mountains. The bus they were taking was completely closed and they had arrived at the place in a short time.

When Song Ziwen walked into the hall where King Wu discussed affairs, he saw the disciples with swords around him. When King Wu sat high above him, Song Ziwen smiled.

"You are sitting high in the dragon court and looking down at the world." Song Ziwen said with a smile.

When the King Wu heard this, he hurriedly raised his hand and said cautiously: "Be careful, I still have self-knowledge. That's not something that a commoner like me can think of. I just live in an island and manage people in the clan. Master Song, I, King Wu, is over 100 years old, and I just want to protect the Wu family to prosper and return to the motherland."

Song Ziwen is an extremely special talent in the Song family. He has no position, but his every move represents the Song family when he speaks and does things outside. This time he is the same.

At this time, someone sent tea. Song Ziwen didn't have to sit down. He savored the tea carefully. Then he praised: "This is the best tea that can be transported out now. This tea is more expensive than gold."

Wu Wang said: "Young Master Song is from a famous family, what is this little thing? Last time, Young Master Song said he could come to my island, but I really didn't expect you to come."

King Wu looked at Song Ziwen with sharp eyes. Last time he returned to China to fight with the strongest man from the Long family. Then he was injured and stayed in China. After several days of recuperation, he didn't expect that Song Ziwen could come to him. Although he was not seriously injured, King Wu was very self-reliant. Even if he was injured, he was not afraid of anyone in the world. However, when Song Ziwen saw him, he revealed his plan and analyzed the greatness of it. Just like those lobbyists in the Warring States Period, he was shocked.
Chapter completed!