Ancient fairy doctors in the city

"I'm 84 this year, and I still have a lame leg." Lao Sun pointed to his broken leg and said, "What kind of job do you think I can do?"

"My friend rented a house. There is a couple of old men and women upstairs, but they make noise every day, no matter day or night." Zhao Yang looked at Lao Sun and said, "You also know this age, you can't fight , I can’t scold you.”

"what do you mean……?"

"I mean you live above that old couple and your job is to make noise day and night, understand?"

"It's that simple?"

"That's right, how about I give you 1000 yuan a day?"

"Are you sure?" Old Sun's eyes lit up immediately.

"Do you think I need to lie to you about this?"

"What if the old man and the old lady hit me? You also know that I don't have much fighting power now?"

"If you hit you, you'll make money. Go to the hospital for a full-body checkup, and then you won't be extorted from them for thirty to fifty thousand yuan, and you won't be hospitalized."

Old Sun's eyes lit up immediately, "I understand what to do?"

"follow me."

Lao Sun hurriedly got up to clean up his dirty and smelly things.

"Don't ask for these things."

"Will I still need to rely on these things to make a living? After all, the job you gave me is not long-term." Lao Sun has a clear understanding of this.

"It won't be necessary in the future." Zhao Yang said lightly, "I will heal your leg."

"My leg is useless." Old Sun shook his head.

Zhao Yang smiled. A silver needle appeared between two fingers, and then pierced into Lao Sun's acupuncture point amidst Lao Sun's shocked expression.

The real power circulated continuously along the meridians, and soon reached the necrotic tendons. Under the powerful repairing ability of the real power, the old man's legs that had been stiff for a long time could feel it.

There was an incredible look in his eyes.

"This this……."

After repairing the damaged meridian of Lao Sun's right foot, Zhao Yang used Yimu acupuncture.

The shriveled flesh and blood of the old man revived.

After about 2 minutes passed, the old man was shocked to find that there was almost no difference between his right foot and his left foot.

"Miraculous doctor." Lao Sun knelt down in front of Zhao Yang as he said.

Zhao Yang stretched out his hand to support the old sun, "There is no need to do that, if I didn't think you are sincere, I wouldn't help you."

Zhao Yang deduced Lao Sun's life.

His life is very bitter.

Since his wife left without saying goodbye, Lao Zhang has embarked on the road of looking for his wife.

And this search lasted for more than 60 years.

From a handsome boy to an octogenarian.

"Genius doctor, you..." Old Sun was moved.

Does Zhao Yang know something?

"I will tell you the answer after you complete the task." Zhao Yang said with clear eyes.

"You...do you know Xiao Luo's whereabouts?" Lao Sun grabbed Zhao Yang's arm and said out of breath.

"I know." Zhao Yang nodded.

"You... how could you know?" Old Sun asked with suspicion, apprehension, and anticipation in his eyes.

"I can heal your leg in an instant, isn't that the best proof?"

"I... I think I know the answer now."

"I'll give you an answer then."

After pondering for a while, Lao Sun nodded, "I will complete the task earnestly."

Immediately, Lao Sun didn't want anything, not even a begging bowl.

Zhao Yang took Lao Sun all the way to the fourth floor, which is the upstairs of the old man and old lady.

Zhao Yang knocked on the door, and it was a middle-aged man who spoke.

The middle-aged man adjusted his thick glasses frame, looked at Zhao Yang and Lao Sun in a daze and said, "Who are you looking for?"

"Uncle, is your house for sale?"

"It took me half my life savings to buy this house." The middle-aged man said shyly.

"Uncle, how much did you pay for this house?"

"This house cost 180 million yuan when I bought it, and more than 20 yuan for decoration." The middle-aged man said softly.

"300 million." Zhao Yang said in a deep voice.

"300 million? To be honest, I also have feelings for this house." The middle-aged man pondered for a while before shaking his head.

Prices have gone up a bit over the years.

If his house is sold for 60 million, there is not much problem.

For 40 yuan to move again, he felt it was not worth it.

Besides, is it not a hassle to move?

"400 million." Zhao Yang looked at the middle-aged man and said, "With 400 million, you can change to a bigger house, and at the same time you can make a net profit of 100 million."

"Are you sure?" The middle-aged man's breathing became rapid.

"I'm sure, but I also have conditions."

"You said."

"You can take away valuables at home, but you can't take away furniture and appliances."

"no problem."

"Plus you only have one day to move."

"Is the time too hasty?" The middle-aged man asked in surprise.

"You only need to pack your valuables, and you don't need to bring the rest, do you?"

"But I always feel that the time of the day is too urgent."

"That's it." Zhao Yang thought for a while and said, "After we sign the contract, you can also come in the next few days. We won't mess around with your things. What do you think?"

"That's fine." The middle-aged man nodded.

The group went to the real estate bureau to sign a transfer contract and a series of procedures. After that, Zhao Yang sent the money to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man packed up in the room.

"Go to your room and take a shower."

"That... I don't have a change of clothes." Old Sun said with some embarrassment.

"If you don't mind, I'll give you some clothes here." The middle-aged man said in a good mood.

Earning more than 100 million for no reason, who would be in a bad mood?

"Why do you dislike it?" Lao Sun asked hurriedly.

Old Sun took a bath, shaved his beard, changed his clothes and came out completely refreshed.

"Old Sun, you must have been a handsome guy when you were young." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

Lao Sun smiled shyly, "Do you want me to pack your things for you?"

"No, there are not many valuable things." The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head.

The middle-aged man walked out of the house carrying a suitcase.

Zhao Yang also left after confessing.

Old Sun looked around, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, "Is this home?"

Thinking about the old grandson wept.

He suddenly regretted that he abandoned everything back then and disregarded human relations. Was it right or wrong?

But soon he wiped away the tears.

At this point, it doesn't matter right or wrong.

Soon he'll find the answer he's been looking for all his life.

boom!

The old man jumped up.

He did not forget Zhao Yang's confession.

After a while, the old man and the old lady came to the door.

"What are you doing so loudly?"

"What did you say?" Old Sun pretended not to hear clearly.

"I said why are you jumping around? Do you know that there are people living downstairs?"

"What did you say?" Old Sun was at a loss.

"So he's deaf." The old lady's face darkened immediately after realizing this.

The other party is deaf, what can you do?

"Doesn't the house belong to Xiao Song?" The old man frowned, "Why do you live here?"

"What did you say?" Old Sun picked out his ears, "I'm hard of hearing, so I can't hear clearly."