"What does Dr. Li mean?" Hui Heji stood by the door and asked Zhu Tong dissatisfied.
"It's not interesting. I'm a master of traditional Chinese medicine. You should understand what I mean." Zhu Tong put the medicine bowl in front of him, rotated three golden needles between his left fingers, pressed the back of Matsui pose with his right hand, and shook it gently.
"Wow..." With a sound, Matsui opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of black-yellow juice, and fell into Zhu Tong's arms with a depressed expression.
"You...you..." Hui Heji was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing at Zhu Tong and speechless.
Bai Jiashu and Zheng Shurong ran in and saw the situation in front of them. Bai Jiashu took the medicine bowl and put it to his lips, smelled it, and poured a little into his mouth to savor it.
"The ginseng added to the medicine is wrong; it's not a century-old wild ginseng."
"Master Huiheji, should you say something?" Matsui Shi had already fallen into a coma. Zhu Tongyun needle closed his acupuncture points and stared at Huiheji; "It is said that you are a monk, why do you do this?
thing?"
Ichi Xuemi and Ikeda Kazuo walked in with two people, and they all stared at Hui Heji coldly.
"What did I do? I have been living in Jiujin for two years because of Mr. Matsui's illness. You prescribed the medicine, and I just took it according to the prescription. If something happened, it was because there was something wrong with your prescription." Hui He
Ji calmed down and took out the prescription.
"You don't have to worry about the prescription. Let me ask you, what kind of ginseng is in the bowl of medicine that Mr. made?" Bai Jiashu asked hesitantly. His level was not too high, and he was not sure what was weird about this bowl of medicine.
.But since Dr. Li is suspicious, it must be justified.
"I have been saving the three-hundred-year-old ginseng and was reluctant to use it. It's not Mr. Matsui..." Master Huiheji replied confidently.
"It's not a three-hundred-year-old ginseng, it's a five-hundred-year-old ginseng, right?" Bai Jiashu finally confirmed, putting down the medicine bowl and looking at Zhu Tong with admiration; "With the qualifications of a master, such a mistake should not happen.
Mr. Matsui is weak and weak, so when using wild ginseng as a tonic, he must be extra careful not to make any mistakes, and he must also use adjuvants. Mr. Changing the age of ginseng regardless of the compatibility is tantamount to randomly increasing the dose, and this bowl of medicine becomes
It’s poison. You should know that there is a big difference between a hundred-year-old ginseng and a five-hundred-year-old ginseng.”
"You go out, we will make the medicine ourselves from now on." Zhu Tong waved his hands in disgust; Hui Heji may have done it on purpose, or maybe he really didn't understand that every ingredient in traditional Chinese medicine cannot be easily modified.
If it is the former, Master Hui Heji's reputation is very doubtful. As for the reasons, there are only two reasons: First, due to the arrival of Zhu Tong and three others, Hui Heji felt that he was being despised; Zhu Tong used
When I was young, I saw the envy and greed flashing in his eyes.
The second one is purely speculation. In the morning, Matsui Masaga was scolded by Matsui Shiki. Although Zhu Tong couldn't understand what the scolding was, Matsui Masaga's sinister look was revealed the moment he lowered his head, but the little liar looked at him.
Everything is clear. Will he frame his father under the guise of taking back He Ji's hand?
"I'm sorry, I was worried about Mr. Matsui. I didn't expect this ginseng plant to cause trouble for you." Although Master Huiheji apologized, he still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor and his image as a monk; there was confusion and regret in his eyes.
Kazuo Ikeda took a handful back to Heji's shoulder, and he spun like a top and fell out of the door. "Master, now is not the time to apologize. Let Dr. Li be quiet for a while."
"Mr. Li, Doctor Bai, Doctor Zheng; I'm sorry for causing you trouble." Jingchi Xuemei closed the door and bowed to apologize; "Grandpa Shi..."
"It's very bad." Zhu Tong looked at Matsui Shi worriedly; "I have tried my best. If he can't wake up within two hours, maybe he will have to maintain it in the future."
"That's it. Then... what should we do?" Xuemei Ichi couldn't hide her disappointment and looked at Matsui Shiki blankly.
The old man almost only had one breath left, and his weak breathing was looming and intermittent. To maintain it meant to become a vegetative state, and that kind of Matsui pose was meaningless to Ichi Yukimi.
"At three o'clock in the afternoon, we have a very important meeting. If Grandpa Shi can't attend... Dr. Li, please think of a way to wake up Grandpa Shi. Matsui Masahiro invited Representative Liancang and Fenggu
, only Grandpa Shi can convince them."
Matsui Masahiro ran in, holding the Matsui style and shaking it, speaking Japanese in a whimpering voice, with an angry light in his eyes. He looked at Zhu Tong for a while, and for a while he looked at Jingchi Xuemi.
Zhu Tong didn't understand what he was saying, so of course he just pretended that he didn't hear anything. He took out the phoenix star hair and stabbed it into the Matsui style Renzhong acupuncture point, trying his best to maintain the weak vitality.
"..., you all go out, Grandpa Shi needs to be quiet." Xuemei Jingchi spoke, the first words were in Japanese, and it was obvious that these words made Matsui Masahiro embarrassed and angry; the last two sentences were in Chinese, specifically for Zhu Tong
Said; "I hope to be alone with Mr. Li for a while."
Sure enough, everyone went out, and only Zhu Tong and Matsui Shichi were left in the room. Jing Chi Xuemei collapsed softly next to Zhu Tong.
"Mr. Li, you must have a way, right?"
Zhu Tong shook his head: "Mr. Matsui's body is like a misty oil lamp, and the medicine just now is like a raging fire, burning up the last drop of oil."
"Oil lamp, sir, what you mean is..." Due to anxiety, Jingchi Xuemei held Zhu Tong's hand tightly, with tears in her eyes; "Mr. Li, Jingchi's family has always been sparsely populated. Last year, my brother was injured by a plane.
The accident... If Grandpa Shi cannot be rescued this time, our family may never get back the property belonging to the Jingchi family."
Zhu Tong raised his wrist and looked at his CK watch. The pointer was already pointing to two-thirty. He shook his head, indicating that he was helpless.
Now, the dragon and phoenix stars or the black mist of the Butterfly God have no effect on the Matsui style. The only way is to try Zhumenshuzi. In this way, Zhutong's own cultivation and a lot of infuriating energy will be consumed. Moreover,
, If a doctor does not cure death, no matter how superb his medical skills are, he can only cure the disease; for a terminally ill person who is about to die, the Zhumenshu calligraphy may not have much effect.
"Miss Xuemei, things can't be that bad, right? I think you must have other ideas." Zhu Tong refused to agree easily. Based on his understanding of Jingchi Xuemei in the past day, he thought that this seemingly weak girl was very
It's not simple; since she can hold Old Matsui in her hands and is willing to speak for her, Little Matsui behaves like a greedy fool and should not be her opponent at all.
"Mr. Li Xiang, are you really just a doctor?" Xuemei Jingchi showed a surprised expression. The words of the person in front of her were beyond the concept of a doctor.
"I am a doctor, should all doctors be fools?" Zhu Tong smiled and twirled Feng Xinghao, and another warm black mist entered Matsui Shi's body.
"Member Liancang asked me to marry his son, but I really don't like that person. Mr. Li, if Grandpa Shi can't attend the meeting, I will talk to Councilor Liancang as soon as possible." Jingchi Xuemei glanced at the old and thin man.
Matsui style, showing disgust, as if all men are disgusting things.
"Really?" Zhu Tong didn't believe she would do this. Jingchi Xuemei looked like she was only twenty years old, and her acting skills were not ordinary.
"My ancestors did some very cruel things. One hundred and thirteen years have passed, and what should be repaid has been compensated. I hope to get back what belongs to me. What's wrong with this?" Ichichi Xuemei was angry.
He grabbed Zhu Tong's hand; "If...if...; I will exercise my final right to donate all the property of the Jingchi family and make everyone bankrupt."
"Miss Xuemei persuaded Matsui Shiki and Mr. Ikeda Kazuo on the condition of giving up this right, right?" Zhu Tong roughly understood the whole story, felt relaxed, and the expression on his face softened a lot.
Jingchi Xuemei was sensitive, and when she felt Zhu Tong's change, she realized that she was still holding a man's hand, and she let go with a blushing face.
"I have no choice. If Matsui Masaga becomes president, the Ichi family will be buried in the hands of a bunch of politicians; he has lived a comfortable life for a long time. He wants to be famous, to honor his ancestors, to be a member of the parliament, a minister or even the prime minister. I can't
Let the Jingchi family be destroyed in his hands. Doctor Li, can you help me?"
"Last question, Ms. Yukimi's Chinese is good, and Mr. Matsui's Chinese is also very good. Can I know the reason?" It's not surprising that Ikeda Kazuo can speak Chinese. Ichida Yukimi and Matsui's Chinese are better than Ikeda. This makes
The little liar can't understand; even in Shanghai, China, there are countless people learning English, French, and Japanese; it seems that anyone who doesn't speak a few words in foreign languages is inferior to others.
Jingchi Xuemei hesitated for a moment, lowered her head and said: "This is a secret. Forgive me for not telling it. If this secret is... it will cause serious consequences. Sir, it's not that I don't trust you. Since the age of three, all family members have
It is tradition to learn Chinese. I can assure you that the Jingchi family has no ill intentions towards China; the business of the family predecessors is to import various goods from China to Japan and then transport Japanese goods to China."
Zhu Tong pondered and nodded slightly: "I know." The Jingchi family originally relied on this to make their fortune. It is not surprising that the main members of the family can speak Chinese. It is easy to understand that this tradition exists.
"Mr. Li is willing to help me! Thank you, thank you." Xuemei Jingchi bowed happily. She didn't know why. She believed that the young man in front of her could do it if he could tell it. "So, how long does it take, sir? Please forgive me."
, the meeting will start at three o'clock, and I can't buy too much time."
"What do you think?" Zhu Tong finally made up his mind and helped Jingchi Xuemei pass this test. Seeing that she was still performing made the little liar feel a little uncomfortable.
It's not for the so-called morality or pity, but for the sake of this pair. He doesn't want to owe anyone any favors. But to what extent can he help? How much benefit can he get from it? But it needs to be discussed carefully. To save Matsui Shiki, he must ask for help.
The lamp oil that was about to be extinguished was filled with lamp oil, which consumed Zhu Tong's precious energy and his own cultivation.