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After lunch, Shen Lang went to Ming Zhi Tang.

I'm going to see Li Guoxing today, and I can basically recover.

All in all, exactly three days.

Only in order to avoid misunderstanding, Shen Lang said three days as one month.

There's no way, let's not say that the other party doesn't believe it.

When they came to Mingzhitang, Song Zhiyuan was also there.

In the past few days, Song Zhiyuan came to accompany his old friend whenever he was free.

In addition, there is Li Cunli, the son of Li Guoxing.

It was the one who used money to insult Shen Lang last time, Mingzhitang's next head of the family.

When they met again, Li Cunli's face was still unkind, with a drooping face, staring at Shen Lang sharply.

"Why are you here again?" Li Cunli asked coldly.

Shen Lang did not answer, but looked at Li Guoxing, and said: "Old Li looks good, ruddy and radiant, no longer pale, it seems that he has recovered very well."

Today, Li Guoxing's spirit has obviously become much better. Compared with before, his whole complexion has improved a lot.

Shen Lang knew very well in his heart that it was his prescriptions and acupuncture that worked.

Even though he doesn't treat people very much, he has not lost any of his superb medical skills.

"Yes, Xiao Shen, I feel much better today, and my strength is recovering, as if I have changed my body." Li Guoxing narrowed his eyes and said kindly.

"Seeing that Mr. Li recovered so quickly, I am happy for you, and at the same time very gratified."

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

Another layer of Shen Lang's identity is the descendant of the genius doctor family. He pulled Li Guoxing back from the ghost gate, proving that he didn't embarrass Zhao Lingshu, the number one goddess doctor in the world, and he didn't humiliate the master.

"Boy! My father's recovery has nothing to do with you. Don't think it's your credit."

Li Cunli suddenly said this.

Hearing this, Shen Lang raised his eyebrows and frowned.

These words sound very unpleasant.

Shen Lang knows best whether it matters or not.

If he hadn't pulled it in time, Li Cunli's father would not have survived the New Year's Eve.

At this moment, Li Guoxing waved his hand at Li Cunli and said, "Cunli, don't be rude, no matter whether my condition's improvement is related to Xiao Shen or not, he is our guest."

The more Shen Lang heard this, the more uncomfortable he felt.

Li Cunli said again: "Dad, your condition has improved, thanks to Jiaming, it is Jiaming's Weiben Gushen Decoction that has been nourishing for half a year, repairing your damaged kidney qi, and being able to restore your body. This has nothing to do with Shen Lang, I'm just discussing the matter."

The Jiaming that Li Cunli was talking about was his son, who had been dubbed a genius in the field of Chinese medicine since he was a child, and in recent years, was called the son of hope for the revival of Chinese medicine by the Chinese medicine circle in the provincial capital.

Li Guoxing shook his head, signaling to Li Cunli not to say any more, because telling such a thing would be slapping Shen Lang in the face, which is unethical.

Although Li Guoxing was not sure who should give the credit, he understood a truth. Shen Lang was Song Zhiyuan's friend and heir of ancient medicine, so there was no need to tear himself apart.

At this time, Shen Lang had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.

As a descendant of the genius doctor, he didn't take action easily, but he didn't expect that he would be questioned when he rescued the patient this time.

If he had known this earlier, no matter whose face it was, he would not cure it!
Shen Lang doesn't want to stay in Mingzhitang any longer. It is a doctor's duty to save patients, and now that his duty has been exhausted, no one will lose face!

After finishing speaking, Shen Lang was about to turn around and leave Mingzhitang.

But at this moment, Li Guoxing tried to persuade him to stay: "Xiao Shen, he misunderstood you by saving the ceremony. You are a guest and should be treated with courtesy."

After saying this, Li Guoxing asked his servant to make tea to entertain Shen Lang.

However, Shen Lang's face remained serious, and he will not be polite anymore!
"Is there anyone who treats guests like this? Since Mingzhitang doesn't believe me, why ask me to treat him!"

Song Zhiyuan sensed that the atmosphere was not good, so he smoothed things over for both sides and made mediation. Of course, he was more toward Shen Lang.

"Old Li, what do you mean? Do you still consider me a friend? I invite you to inherit the ancient medicine. Is it because I want to be questioned like this?"

Song Zhiyuan was really angry. Li Cunli was not only questioning Shen Lang, but also questioning him.

"Mr. Song, don't be angry. This has nothing to do with you. You have always been my respected Mr. Song, but I really can't admit that this young man cured my father. Think about it, Shen Lang said that it can be cured in a month. Well, my father's illness, but it's only been three days now, and my father's condition has improved a lot. It must not be his medicine that has worked, and my father has been taking Weiben Gushen Decoction for half a year, thanks to Jiaming Prescribed medicinal soup."

Li Cunli's logic makes sense at first glance, but Shen Lang's one month is just to convince Li Guoxing, in fact Shen Lang only needs three days.

Unexpectedly, the original humility became the theoretical basis for Li Cunli's doubts.

"Who is the Jia Ming you speak of?" Shen Lang asked Li Cunli.

Shen Lang could tell that Li Cunli kept promoting this "Jiaming" Weiben Gushen Decoction, always feeling that his purpose was too strong.

However, Li Guoxing answered first: "It is my grandson Li Jiaming, he is now the youngest member of the Association of Chinese Medicine, and currently he has founded a Chinese medicine company, dedicated to the research of Chinese medicine prescriptions."

Shen Lang found out, it turned out to be a family, no wonder Li Cunli was so good at selling.

"Shen Lang, I know what you're thinking. Do you think I'm deliberately favoring Jiaming? In fact, Jiaming is very good. I don't need to praise him at all. I'm just telling the truth. His Weiben Gushen Decoction has been successfully developed. After half a year Finally cured his grandfather's disease." Li Cunli said.

To this, Shen Lang responded with a sneer, he had never seen such a self-proclaimed person.

"Shen Lang, if you still insist that your prescription cured my father's illness, then I can only say that you are too thick-skinned. How can there be a traditional Chinese medicine prescription that works so quickly? Don't you think it is ridiculous that it can be cured in three days? Is it true that our old Chinese doctors in Mingzhitang are fake tricks? You can cure a disease that they can't cure with all their brains?"

But to tell the truth, in Shen Lang's eyes, even if these old Chinese doctors in Mingzhitang are not fake, their medical skills are so-so.

Including Li Guoxing and Li Cunli, they really couldn't catch Shen Lang's eyes.

Shen Lang was speechless about this kind of ordinary medical skills, but he was able to achieve the famous Mingzhitang in the provincial capital.

This made him couldn't help feeling, didn't other traditional Chinese medicine traditions fall to this point?
"To tell you the truth, it only takes three days to cure your father's illness, and the reason why I said it will be cured in one month is to gain your father's trust. If I said three days from the beginning, you can rest assured Let me cure it?"

After saying this, Shen Lang paused for a while, glanced at Song Zhiyuan, and then continued: "But you Mingzhitang, don't think I'm rushing to cure you, I'm not that cheap, I'm all watching For Elder Song's sake, you Mingzhitang will never even think about asking me to touch me again in the future!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Cunli couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Three days? It's just outrageous! I can conclude now that your identity as the successor of ancient medicine is absolutely false!"