"Child, I appreciate your kindness, I promise, after drinking this time, I will not drink it again in the future, as long as I don't drink it, it will not be a problem to live for a few more years. Fire and Literature? ??? .?r a n?en'org come on, let's have another drink!"

Lao Jiang wanted to serve the wine glass, but Li Bad had already used his magic hand to knock eighteen times and slapped Lao Jiang on the back.

This time, Lao Jiang was a little unbearable, and while leaning forward, there was a strong sense of pain.

So much so that the muscles on Lao Jiang's face twitched a little.

A young man is a young man, and this strength is great, so he will take half his life at once.

But what Lao Jiang didn't expect was that the intense pain quickly disappeared, followed by a kind of comfort that he had never felt before.

Lao Jiang felt that every time Li Bad slapped him on him, a warm current would rush into his body, and every time Li Bad took his hand away, he felt as if something impurities in his body had been sucked out.

Lao Jiang looked surprised, could it be that this young man really knows how to heal?

It's only three to five minutes.

"It's okay!" said Li Bad.

"Child, do you mean that my cirrhosis of the liver has been cured?" Lao Jiang saw Li Bad nodding and closed his mouth in surprise, he couldn't believe it, but his body couldn't lie, and at this moment he felt like he was more than ten years younger. No, it's reborn.

"Lao Jiang, don't forget, our Huaxia has always inherited a medical skill, and my eldest brother is a master in this area. It's not me who blows, it's like uremia, heart disease or something, my eldest brother is all in the hands of the disease!" Shen Yingtian said with a smile.

"Are you talking about traditional Chinese medicine?" Lao Jiang didn't believe in traditional Chinese medicine, but very few people in China believed in traditional Chinese medicine, let alone in the United Kingdom, "but in my understanding, even if traditional Chinese medicine is not like Western medicine to take injections and take medicine, you have to do acupuncture, just now he just slapped me a few times." ”

"Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang, we still have something that has been passed down in Huaxia, do you know what it is? Gu Wu! My eldest brother's clever hand of treating people is to cooperate with the true qi to dredge the thirty-six dead ** sick qi, so that you can take care of the disease, if you still don't believe it, you will go to the hospital tomorrow to check it, it is guaranteed to make you stunned!" Shen Yingtian said.

"It's not that I don't believe it, I just think it's a little too godly, it feels like a dream. Lao Jiang suddenly realized that this group of young people did not seem to be as simple as they seemed.

"Come on, come on, Lao Jiang, your physical problems are gone, we won't get drunk tonight!" Shen Yingtian raised his wine glass and did it first as a respect.

Shen Yingtian, this kid, really did what he said, and in the end, including Lao Jiang, all of them staggered.

Fortunately, Lao Jiang's son came to pick up Lao Jiang, but when Xiao Jiang saw that his father was drunk like mud, and when he thought of his father's cirrhosis of the liver, he couldn't help but be a little angry with Li Bad and others.

However, Xiao Jiang didn't say it to his face, he lifted his father into the car, and complained while driving: "Dad, are you very familiar with them? Even if you are very familiar, have you forgotten your own body? How many times has the doctor warned you not to drink anymore, and you can't drink a single sip, but you have drunk so much, my God, please bless my father that he is okay." ”

Xiao Jiang spoke authentic English, including facial expressions and gestures, if it weren't for the black hair and black eyes, people who didn't know would think he was an Englishman.

Xiao Jiang was born and raised in the UK, and almost 80% of his friends are British, which is understandable.

"What bullshit God, and, don't talk about birds in front of me, Lao Tzu is uncomfortable to listen to. I'm fine, I'm not drunk, I can still drink!"

"Drunk people often say that they are not drunk, I hope you are really fine, no, I will take you to the hospital for a check-up first, otherwise I will not worry!"

So, Xiao Jiang turned around and took Lao Jiang to a hospital in London.

At this time, Lao Jiang was already unconscious, and the doctor prescribed a sobering potion. But what Xiao Jiang is worried about is not this, but Lao Jiang's cirrhosis.

"Doctor, my father has cirrhosis of the liver, which was caused by drinking, and now he has drunk so much alcohol, it won't be life-threatening, right?"

"Oh, my God!" the male doctor looked at Xiao Jiang with unreasonable eyes for a while, "Your family is too irresponsible, knowing that he suffers from cirrhosis of the liver, and still letting him drink so much wine, I will check him immediately, I hope God will bless him." ”

Westerners speak so directly, if they were a Chinese doctor, they would at most nag a few words in their hearts, and they would not say it in front of the patient's family.

However, Xiao Jiang also got used to it, and said thank you to the doctor several times, and came to the bathroom alone and smoked a smoking.

The tone of the doctor's voice just now made him realize once again the danger of his father's alcoholism. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but cry out.

But an hour later, the results given by the doctor surprised Xiao Jiang.

"Are you sure your father has cirrhosis?" the doctor looked at Xiao Jiang questioningly, according to the results of the examination, the alcoholic was very healthy and there was nothing wrong with him, he seriously suspected that the alcoholic's son had also drunk, and what he had just said was all drunk.

"I ...... I'm sure, my father does have cirrhosis, but why do the test results show that everything is healthy?" Xiao Jiang was confused, Lao Jiang went to the hospital for examination several times before, and he followed, one was a misdiagnosis, it can't all be misdiagnosed, right?

There is only one possibility, could it be that the doctor got the wrong diagnosis?

Immediately, Xiao Jiang raised this question, "Doctor, are you sure this is my father's medical certificate?

"I wouldn't make such a low-level mistake. The male doctor glanced at Xiao Jiang angrily, "Do you still hope that your father is in good health?"

"Not really, it's just ......"

Xiao Jiang held the diagnosis book, and it was messy again.

Could it be that my father was an alcoholic and cured his cirrhosis?

I've never heard anyone talk about alcohol, and it can still heal people!

Besides, isn't my father's cirrhosis caused by drinking?

Suddenly, Lao Jiang grabbed Xiao Jiang, he woke up, but his eyes were still closed, and he said excitedly: "God, it's really God!"

"Dad, what are you talking about? God? What kind of God?" Xiao Jiang didn't know why.

"Our Chinese medicine is really a god, Western medicine or something, it's all weak, or that child, didn't give me an injection, didn't give me medicine, patted me a few times, and cured my liver cirrhosis, do you say God?"

Lao Jiang was still vague when he spoke, and Xiao Jiang was also confused, so he could only wait for his father to wake up completely, and then ask what was going on.