The Heaven’s Jailer

"How dare I bother Mr. Li to pick me up."

Liu Lang waved his hands again and again. Li Mengdong was not simply a famous Chinese medicine expert. The young man who brought him in just now, Liu Lang could clearly feel the aura of a soldier from him, it is probably the bodyguard assigned to Li Mengdong. The status of a doctor who is responsible for the health of many big brothers can be imagined.

"I only admire those who are capable. If I change to someone else, no matter how high my status is, I won't take care of it." Li Mengdong said sincerely: "Liu Lang, you taught me the blood acupuncture method some time ago. , I have been pondering over this period of time. The more I ponder, the more I feel that this set of stitches is beyond the current era."

"This young man actually teaches Li Mengdong's needle method, which is known as the world's first needle?" The brains of these people in Yihetang are not enough.

Especially the middle-aged man in the room was even more shocked. The middle-aged man was named Ning Zhiyuan. He studied medicine with Li Mengdong since he was a teenager. He was Li Mengdong’s disciple until five or six years ago. Leaving Li Mengdong, set up his own business and opened this Yihetang.

Ning Zhiyuan couldn't be more familiar with Li Mengdong's temperament. He had never seen Li Mengdong admire a person so much.

"Liu Lang..." Ning Zhiyuan wrote down the name silently.

"Bloodline acupuncture was not invented by me either. I was just lucky and happened to learn it." Seeing everyone's eyes focused on himself, Liu Lang said modestly.

"If you are lucky, you have to have the ability." Li Mengdong sighed, "For me, the bloodline acupuncture method can be considered as an understanding, but it is even harder to actually use it, compared to you. It's a thousand miles away."

"Lao Li, if you hold it up again, I will fly up." Liu Lang shook his head and smiled bitterly. "I am here today because I want to tell you something."

"Then let's go out for a stroll and say!" Li Mengdong was so angry that Ning Zhiyuan didn't want to stay in Yihetang anymore, and pulled Liu Lang downstairs.

Previously, Ning Zhiyuan was also considered as a disciple he focused on training. In the past few years, his medical skills have not improved, on the contrary, he has regressed. He knows that Ning Zhiyuan's mind has been fully focused on how to make money, and this will be the case in this life.

Even though he knew that Li Mengdong saw him angry, Ning Zhiyuan carefully followed behind and sent Li Mengdong out of Yihetang. He was relieved until Li Mengdong turned a corner and disappeared.

"Liu Lang, a rising star in the TCM world? There are more opportunities to get close." Ning Zhiyuan said to himself, then turned and entered Yihetang.

On the other side, Liu Lang and Li Mengdong walked along the street and said that young bodyguards in Chinese tunic suits had been keeping a distance of three to four meters from them.

"Liu Lang, you must come to me for something!" Li Mengdong said.

"I'm here to give Lao Li a gift." Liu Lang said with a smile.

"Gift?" Li Mengdong's eyes flashed suddenly, "Ginseng? Ganoderma lucidum? Or Polygonum multiflorum?"

He knows that Liu Lang still has a lot of good things in his hands. Li Mengdong likes those heads. It is not that precious medicinal materials are invaluable, but that the medicinal effects of these medicinal materials are much stronger than ordinary medicinal materials. The so-called clever woman can hardly cook without rice. A doctor wants it. There is no good medicine to cure the disease. Hands alone are not enough. The two ginseng trees Liu Lang gave him last time are still carefully preserved. He hasn't used even a ginseng whisker, because good steel must be used. On the blade.

Seeing Li Mengdong’s financial misunderstanding, Liu Lang smiled and said: “Old Li, if you really want medicinal materials, I can indeed give you some. However, the gift I am talking about today is not medicinal materials, but people."

"People?" Li Mengdong was a little confused.

"In short, he is a very talented young man. I think if he can learn from you, his future achievements will not be small." Liu Lang said vowedly.

"Oh?" Li Mengdong suddenly became interested.

If someone else said so, he might doubt it, but Liu Lang's level of Chinese medicine is beyond doubt, and it is impossible to talk about this kind of thing.

"Where is the young man you mentioned, I'll see you!" Li Mengdong has a go-and-go character.

"Let's walk a few hundred meters further and we will be there." Liu Lang smiled. Perhaps it was a coincidence that Yihetang and Yu Fan lived only one street away.

So save a lot of trouble.

On the way here, Liu Lang has used the endless compass to determine Yu Fan's location. He was in the basement where he met yesterday. Yu Fan has been on the night shift recently, so he sleeps in the basement during the day.

A few minutes later, Liu Lang and Li Mengdong turned into the old community.

Liu Lang took Li Mengdong down to the basement floor.

Feeling the damp and dark atmosphere around, Li Mengdong frowned, "He lives here?"

"Yes." Liu Lang nodded and introduced: "The person I'm talking about is called Yu Fan. He is a struggling child. He has no money to go to school. He dropped out of high school and came out to work in his teens, but his grandfather is from a village. A doctor, when I was young, he often saw his grandfather to treat others. At the same time, he also read a lot of medical books. You can find various acupoints on the human body with your eyes closed. He also knows the pharmacological properties very well. The only thing missing is actual experience."

"Able to persist in learning arts under such conditions, regardless of talent, this perseverance alone is worthy of respect." Li Mengdong said with emotion.

"indeed."

While they were talking, the two had already walked to the door of the basement where Yu Fan lived.

Liu Lang patted the iron door. After a while, Yu Fan opened the door with sleepy eyes and revealed his head, "You are?"

When Liu Lang came yesterday, he was wearing a mask, but now, Liu Lang is showing his true appearance, so it is impossible for Yu Fan to know Liu Lang anymore.

Liu Lang also realized this problem. He stretched out his hand and took out the piece of paper where Yu Fan wrote the phone number yesterday, and handed it to Yu Fan, "You are Yu Fan, right?"

"Right, right, right!" Seeing the note, Yu Fan suddenly became excited.

Yesterday, the stranger told him that he would introduce a teacher to him and let him learn medical skills, and Yu Fan began to look forward to it.

Unexpectedly, on this day, someone really came to the door.

"Can we go in and talk?" Li Mengdong looked at Yu Fan up and down and asked.

Yu Fan is not tall, that is, less than one meter seven meters in length, and his skin is even darker. At first glance, it gives people a particularly simple feeling. In terms of temperament, it is completely Li Mengdong's request for apprenticeship.

Li Mengdong’s first requirement for accepting disciples is that there should be no problems with character. In Li Mengdong’s view, medical ethics is more important than medical skills.

"Yes, yes!" Hearing Li Mengdong's words, Yu Fan noticed the old man next to Liu Lang and hurriedly said, but after finishing speaking, he watched Li Mengdong suddenly start to daze.

After being stunned for three seconds, Yu Fan suddenly exclaimed: "You are Li Mengdong, Master Li!"