The personal doctor of the beautiful president

The old patriarch is a miracle doctor?

This kind of thing is normal. In such a relatively traditional clan, the position of patriarch can't be taken just by old age.It must be highly respected and have a side that cannot be replaced by others.

Especially in ancient times, the imperial power did not go to the countryside, and the patriarch's power of speech was greater than the sky in his own territory.

Things like sacrifices can only be organized by the patriarch.

Many patriarchs are witch doctors.

There are fewer witch doctors in modern society, but the ones who have been passed on are all really awesome characters.

Presumably, this old patriarch's medical skills are not weak, but can he detoxify Han Xingye's poison?
Han Xingye is not worried at all, let's just wait and see.

Seeing that Han Xingye didn't care about the disaster at all, Huang Biao was really speechless.

I've never seen such stupidity and boldness before. Where does this kid have the courage.

"Aren't you afraid to go back to the outside world?" Huang Biao asked, "Could it be that you were caught elopement and have to soak in a pig cage?"

Fuck, old man, what year are you in the old calendar.

And we're not a married couple picking red apricots, dipping them in a pig cage.

Just as Han Xingye was about to explain, Peng Junna said, "Well, my father is very ruthless. If he is caught, he will be cut up and thrown out to make money."

Huang Biao asked: "Isn't there no emperor in the outside world now, can they still be sent to the palace?"

Peng Junna replied: "Send it to Thailand for people to watch, and you can still make money."

Han Xingye gave Peng Junna a blank look: I think your skin is itchy, maybe I didn't punish you enough and made you drift away.

Huang Biao looked at Han Xingye with pity, thinking he understood Han Xingye's difficulties, no wonder he would rather die here than go out.For a man, life like that is harder than death.

This man's life is too difficult.

"Hey, your father's heart is too cruel. It's fine if you don't agree to the marriage. How can you do such a deadly thing?" Huang Biao sighed.

Peng Junna replied: "Who said no, my father has always been devoid of conscience, no, how can such a wolf-hearted thing be called a human being?"

Han Xingye was speechless: Peng Haoran died in your hands. He was thrown from such a high cliff. He will not die with peace in his eyes, and you will carry him out and whip his corpse.

Who is the heart of a wolf?

Although he deserved what he deserved, death is like a lamp being extinguished, everything is over, and all grievances and grievances in life have been wiped out, so you can rest in peace.

"There is no way for you to go on like this. You can't hide for a lifetime, can you never see the light?" Huang Biao said: "The old man has an idea for you, just give birth to a big fat boy and go back. By then, the raw rice will be cooked. , your father can no longer object."

Peng Junna's eyes lit up: she knows what to do.

But she deliberately showed coyness: "Who wants to have a child with him... I'm ashamed to death..."

Just act in front of me, I think your acting skills are not inferior to actress Xia Yanbing.

Han Xingye said: "If you want to have a child, no one will stop you. If you have the ability, you can do it yourself. Aren't you very good, decathlon."

Peng Junna glared at Han Xingye, pouted, not wanting to talk to him, so she gave Han Xingye a look to let him understand.

Huang Biao thought that the young couple had tender faces and was embarrassed to discuss this topic, so he also changed the subject.

"Xiaosheng, if you can't stay here and don't want to go back to the outside world, I can give you another suggestion. Go to the Han family village next door. There is a feud with us there, and we have no contact with each other. If you escape there, It's also very difficult for Huang Xiaolong to go to the Han family's territory and chase you down."

Hey, it turns out that the Hidden World family also has neighbors next door. I thought they each occupied a large territory, separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.

"I'll go after I collect the consultation fee from Huang Xiaolong."

Huang Biao didn't know how to say that it was Han Xingye's time, and he was still thinking about the consultation fee.

Money is not life, right?

"The old patriarch invites young people from outside." Suddenly, four people wearing black cloaks whose faces could not be seen appeared in front of Han Xingye.

Huang Biao patted his forehead: It's over, this kid didn't listen to my persuasion, and now he is being watched by the old patriarch, and he can't leave even if he wants to.

Han Xingye showed a "gratified" smile: "You are finally here, I have been waiting for a long time."

What the hell, you are still looking forward to it, do you think the old patriarch invited you to drink?
There are a string of question marks in the heads of the four men in black: This person from outside must have a serious mental illness.

Huang Biao was about to follow, but the man in black stopped him, and said to him: "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, for the sake of two outsiders, make yourself a stranger."

Huang Biao sighed helplessly, and could only wait outside, hoping for a good result.

Han Xingye and Peng Junna followed the four men in black to the east of the village, the home of the old patriarch.

From the outside, the house of the old patriarch's house seems to be not too different from other people in the village. It is not particularly luxurious and extravagant, and it is even a little more simple and restrained than other houses.

It's understandable if you think about it, they're all hermit families, and they're not living in poverty. Everyone's life is rich. As the head of the clan, who are you pretending to be?

The only difference is that in the old patriarch's house, there are more people coming and going.

As soon as he entered the gate, he heard Huang Xiaolong's roar from the back room: "I'm going to tear him into pieces."

What a desperate cry, for which Han Xingye could only give him two words.

Incompetent fury.

"The old patriarch is waiting for you in the study." The four men in black led Han Xingye and Peng Junna to the door of the study, made a gesture of invitation, and stood guard there.

When Han Xingye walked into the study, what came to his nostrils was a strong smell of medicine.

Taking a casual look, the bookshelves on the three walls are filled to the brim.

The books on the shelf look like old books, and many of them are not printed, but manuscripts.

Han Xingye knows the stuff, so how could he not know that these books are basically long-lost medical classics.

These are all genuine treasures. If they appear in the outside world, they will definitely cause a huge sensation.

One of the most important reasons why Chinese medicine is not as strong as Western medicine is that it has not been systematically passed down and has been doing subtraction all the time.

"Sit down." The old man sitting on the grand master's chair held an old hand-copied book in his hand, and looked at Han Xingye.

This old man is very well maintained, his body is very strong, and even his hair is black.But Han Xingye could tell that he was already very old.