"Are you sure you didn't recognize the wrong person, silly boy?"

There was a hint of suspicion on Long Junyang's face, and a hint of doubt. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan smiled bitterly and nodded again and said, "I swear to the sky, I have never recognized the wrong person, it is him. Two years ago, the person I met was him!"

"Impossible, impossible..."

Looking at Zhao Xiaohan's swearing look, Long Junyang began to murmur: "More than 20 years ago, after my master parted, I never heard of him again. How could he appear in Yanjing two years ago? More than 20 years have passed, and he is already in his seventies, right?"

"I'm not in my seventies." Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said softly: "I saw him at that time, which was about the same age as in the portrait. However, he didn't look as fairy-like in the portrait back then. When I met him, he looked more like an old liar!"

"You must have recognized the wrong person." Long Junyang suddenly raised his head and stared at Zhao Xiaohan's eyes and said, "If my master came to Yanjing, how could he not see me? Besides, my master's medical skills have long been superb. How could he be an old liar?"

"It's not wrong." Zhao Xiaohan smiled bitterly. He knew that Long Junyang could not accept that huge gap for a while. Not to mention Long Junyang, even he could not unite the old military doctor with the Taoist immortal style for a while. However, sometimes facts are better than words, making you unable to refute.

Could it be that there is another person who looks exactly like the old military doctor who transforms into Long Junyang's master and teaches him medical skills?

"Maybe, it's him."

After being silent for a long time, Long Junyang spoke again, but this time, he recognized Zhao Xiaohan's words: "When I saw you, I said that I smelled an old friend on you. That old friend is my master. It seems that it is right."

"But, where did you meet my master?" Long Junyang looked at Zhao Xiaohan with curiosity. You know, when he came here just now, Zhao Xiaohan had no response at all, that is to say, before this, Zhao Xiaohan didn't know this place of residence.

"Let's go, I'll take you there."

After saying that, Zhao Xiaohan put away the portrait, reached out and handed it to Long Junyang and turned around and walked out. Behind him, he saw Zhao Xiaohan coming out, and Long Junyang picked up the portrait and immediately chased after him. Now, he was more curious about the identity of the old military doctor than Zhao Xiaohan. Is that old military doctor his master?

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In the car, Zhao Xiaohan lit a cigarette lightly. This sudden change made him feel a little at a loss. At the beginning, after he had superpowers, he knew that the old military doctor was definitely not an ordinary person, but what he didn't expect was that he had a connection with Long Junyang. The old military doctor was actually Long Junyang's master?

"My master, have you left any tokens?"

Sitting in the car, Long Junyang seemed to have digested some information and his emotions became more stable. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan thought for a while, and seemed to suddenly think of something. He nodded and said, "He once left me a note."

"What note, where is it?" Long Junyang became excited when he heard the token of his master. Looking at Long Junyang's impatient eyes, Zhao Xiaohan shook his head and said, "That note is not on me. I am hiding in a hidden place in that dilapidated house. You will know when it comes later."

"Okay!" Long Junyang nodded, and a strange light flashed in his eyes!

Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of a small and broken house. There was a telephone pole at the door, and there were rows of advertisements on the telephone pole, such as cowhide boots, hemorrhoids, impotence, premature ejaculation, etc., and it was in a mess.

When he saw these rows of small advertisements, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help laughing. In a trance, it seemed that he had returned to the time when he first met the old military doctor two years ago. He still remembered that he was like a naughty man, who was in a hurry to seek medical treatment. However, he met the old military doctor, the guy who changed his life.

"Here." Zhao Xiaohan pointed to the small broken house in front of him, walked forward, and pushed open the door. Just like the place where Long Junyang had just gone, when he opened the door, there was a smell of dust. It seemed that no one had lived in for many years. Covering his nose, the two of them walked in.

The room was empty, with only a broken table and a few broken chairs, which was no different from the scene back then. The only thing missing was that the old military doctor was no longer there.

"Where are the notes?"

As soon as he walked in, Long Junyang seemed to be in a panic, and he did not look as calm as he had just been in the hospital. After hearing Long Junyang's words, Zhao Xiaohan stepped forward, moved away a small cabinet in front, and found a note from the small drawer in the innermost.

"If you don't choose to regain your dignity, you won't hear my recordings, forget your past self, and be a real man."

The lines of words are written very unrestrained. The handwriting seems to be a little blurry, as if it has been a while. However, when he saw this note, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but take a breath. It was in this place that his life began to change.

Revisiting the old place can really extinguish his memories.

"This note was what he left for me back then." As he said that, Zhao Xiaohan handed the note in his hand to Long Junyang. When he took the note and saw the handwriting on it, Long Junyang's emotions suddenly became very excited: "Yes, yes, this is the handwriting of my master. It's really his handwriting. Unexpectedly, after more than 20 years, I finally saw his handwriting again!"

At this time, there was no possibility of any change. At that time, the old military doctor Zhao Xiaohan met was Long Junyang's master. This was beyond doubt. Looking at Long Junyang's excitement, Zhao Xiaohan couldn't help but smile faintly.

Life is really a surprise after another. Suddenly, Zhao Xiaohan was thinking, I wonder where the old military doctor was now, what kind of expression would he have if he saw him and Long Junyang standing in the place where he first met him?

wry smile?

Happy?
Chapter completed!