Yang Xiaobao pushed Su Guihua and followed Luo Pingqiu out of the villa.
While walking on Wutong Road, Luo Pingqiu suddenly said, "Actually, my grandfather is not suffering from myocardial strain."
When he said this, Luo Pingqiu looked sad.
"Oh? What's the disease of that old man?"
"Heart failure." Luo Pingqiu sighed and said, "The doctor told us that my grandfather had not lived in the world for too long, so I thought about taking him out for a walk more, but I didn't expect this to happen."
After listening to Luo Pingqiu's words, Yang Xiaobao was also a little sad and didn't know what to say.
"Brother Xiaobao, thank you very much yesterday. If it weren't for you, my grandfather would have passed." Luo Pingqiu held back his sadness and said with a smile, "The doctors all said that fortunately someone rescued him in advance, otherwise he would really not be able to wake up.
Now.”
"Don't say that, anyone who encounters it will take action."
"What method did you use to treat it? The doctor said that my grandfather seemed to be a little healed, which was a miracle."
Yang Xiaobao pondered for a moment and said, "It's just an ordinary heart massage."
He certainly couldn't say that it was because he had inputted energy. Even if he said it, she probably wouldn't believe it.
"Xiaobao, since it works, if you have nothing to do, come and give the old man a heart massage." Su Guihua suddenly said.
"This... let's forget it. The old man doesn't need me. They have a special doctor."
Luo Pingqiu did not take what Su Guihua said seriously.
They found many experts from major hospitals for Mr. Luo, and the consultation results were consistent.
Even those famous doctors said this, what can a village doctor do?
So she smiled and didn't take the blame.
"Xiaobao can do it. He massaged my legs every day. He didn't feel it before, but now he can stand up."
Seeing that Luo Pingqiu did not respond, Su Guihua hurriedly said, "Xiaobao is a famous doctor in our place."
Luo Pingqiu was also a little curious when he saw Su Guihua say this: "Xiaobao, can you really help my grandfather treat her illness?"
Yang Xiaobao originally wanted to refuse.
He knew that Mr. Luo was not an ordinary person and did not want to get too close to him.
Otherwise, others would think he was still interested in getting to know him.
"The old man's doctor will definitely cure it, and I don't need to take action." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
He didn't want to say that it was not cured, nor did he want to treat it, so he could only say an ambiguous word.
But when Luo Pingqiu heard this, he felt that Yang Xiaobao could really cure the old man's illness.
"Xiaobao, why don't you try it?"
Luo Pingqiu thought to himself, since all the doctors said that it would not be cured, then Yang Xiaobao could really cure it, wouldn’t it be a good thing?
"That's right, Xiaobao, you'll treat the old man. If it really doesn't work, they won't say anything about you." Su Guihua urged her.
Luo Pingqiu smiled and said, "How could we blame Xiaobao? Thank you for not having time."
Seeing that Su Guihua insisted on asking her to treat Mr. Luo, Yang Xiaobao had to forcefully nod.
"Okay, Xiaobao, I'll say to the guard. Just come here tomorrow morning. I'll talk to my grandfather when I go back."
"All right."
Luo Pingqiu sent Yang Xiaobao to the guard, and then went back.
Yang Xiaobao pushed Su Guihua home, and on the way, Yang Xiaobao asked in surprise: "Sister, why did you insist on asking me to treat Mr. Luo?"
Su Guihua smiled: "Xiaobao, I feel that Mr. Luo has a not simple identity."
"So what? Who is he? It has nothing to do with us."
Su Guihua said, "Xiaobao, I'm a little older than you. You have been unconscious in recent years. Many people in the village have bullied us. If you really make friends with someone like Mr. Luo, who dares to bully you."
Su Guihua said this because she was thinking about Yang Xiaobao's good and not let Yang Xiaobao be bullied.
How could Yang Xiaobao not understand what Su Guihua meant?
"Sister, we don't need to flatter anyone, and no one dares to bully us."
He has been inherited by the mountain god, but he is somewhat proud.
But Su Guihua didn't know.
"Xiaobao, just listen to me." She smiled and said, "You have really cured the old man's illness and saved someone. This is also a good thing."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, as if he had agreed to Su Guihua.
That night, Yang Hongfei found out that the person in the No. 1 Heping Road Courtyard where Yang Xiaobao made friends was Mr. Luo.
When it was Mr. Luo, Yang Hongfei's heart skipped a beat.
This old man Luo is not something their Yang family can mess with.
This is a big trouble.
Fortunately, I heard that Mr. Luo has severe heart failure and cannot live long.
The next day, Yang Xiaobao, in accordance with the agreement with Luo Pingqiu, came to No. 1 Heping Road Courtyard within the prescribed time.
Perhaps because of Luo Pingqiu's instructions, the guards simply asked and let Yang Xiaobao in.
Yang Xiaobao knocked on the door of the Luo family, and Mrs. Zhang opened the door and let him in.
"Xiaobao, you are really here. It's great. Have tea with me." Mr. Luo said happily when he saw Yang Xiaobao.
But Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "Old man, I think it's important to treat you."
"Haha, Xiaobao, I know my old man's illness myself." Mr. Luo smiled, "How can I cure my heart failure so severe?"
Yang Xiaobao was stunned for a moment.
The people from the Luo family have always wanted to hide it, but they didn't expect that Mr. Luo already knew what disease he had.
"In fact, it's not impossible to cure it, it just takes a process." Yang Xiaobao said.
"Xiaobao, I know you are comforting me, but those experts and famous doctors say that it is not cured. How can you do it?"
"Old man, others can't do it, maybe I can do it." Yang Xiaobao said with a smile.
Mr. Luo's face changed, and he seemed a little unhappy.
"Xiaobao, yesterday I thought you, a young man, are quite honest and don't talk big, why are you so impetuous today?"
Mr. Luo thought Yang Xiaobao was bragging and was a little unhappy.
But the more he said this, the more Yang Xiaobao wanted to prove to him that he could actually treat him.
"Old man, let's do this. I'll give you a heart massage. This is a solution I came up with myself." Yang Xiaobao said, "Anyway, it's just a massage. If it doesn't work, it won't work."
Seeing Yang Xiaobao insisting on it, Mr. Luo nodded and said, "Okay, then go to my bedroom."
When Mr. Luo was lying on the bed, Yang Xiaobao stretched out his hand and massaged him in his heart.
While massaging, he secretly inputs energy into Mr. Luo's heart.
"Not to mention, Xiaobao, your massage is really comfortable. I used to feel that my breathing was not smooth. After you massage, your breathing became much smoother."
Mr. Luo said happily.
"Old man, as long as you feel comfortable, I'll give you a massage every day."
Mr. Luo quickly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Forget it, I can't afford your medical expenses." This chapter has been completed!