This old man is indeed Murong Xiaoyu’s grandfather!
When Ye Feng heard Murong Xiaoyu's voice, a smile immediately appeared on his lips.
When he discovered that the old man was not lying and that the patient did have a broken bone that had not been put back in place, and when he called Tu Cangcang by name, Ye Feng had a rough guess about the old man's identity.
"Ye Feng, you're back!"
At the same time, Murong Xiaoyu also discovered Ye Feng. After being stunned for a moment, he said in surprise.
“Just got off the plane.”
Ye Feng smiled and nodded, then extended his hand to the old man and said with a smile: "Mr. Murong, nice to meet you."
"I won't shake hands with a filthy little man like you!"
Old Master Murong shook off his hand, turned his head away, and didn't even look at Ye Feng.
What happened to Grandpa? Did he have a conflict with Ye Feng? And it seemed that he had suffered a loss
Murong Xiaoyu's gaze kept wandering between Ye Feng and his grandfather, with a lot of doubts in his heart.
"Go back and tell the doctor who just set the bone that if he continues to be absent-minded and treats the patient's affairs as a joke, his position in this hospital can be replaced by someone else."
Ye Feng smiled, turned around and looked at the little nurse and spoke word by word.
The cold tone made the young nurse feel a little goosebumps on her back.
Then, she suddenly realized that judging from Ye Feng's tone, the doctor who had just set the bone seemed to have made a real mistake.
It was only because Ye Feng acted in time that a serious mistake was avoided and Principal Tu's reputation was not damaged.
"good."
After shivering, the young nurse hurriedly pushed the patient to the ward.
"Boy, how on earth did you do that? Just because of that slap, you put the broken bones back into place?"
After hearing Ye Feng's solution, Mr. Murong's expression eased a little. He turned around and looked at Ye Feng curiously.
"good."
Ye Feng smiled casually, agreeing but not explaining why he did it. Instead, he changed the subject and asked with a smile, "Old man, you came all the way to see me, not to find fault with the hospital, but to find fault with those thorns in Xiaoyu's head, right?"
"Yes."
Old Master Murong nodded, then frowned and said, "Although my method cannot be said to be unpredictable and leave no trace, it is still very imaginative. How did you, little fellow, find out?"
Ye Feng smiled and said nothing.
This was just the first contact, and there was no need for him to explain it so clearly to a stranger.
"Boy, don't think that just because you have cured the plague and can play tricks on me, you can act pretentiously in front of me. Compared to me, you are still too young!"
Seeing Ye Feng didn't speak, Mr. Murong frowned and said in a deep voice.
"Born with cold veins, life span is twenty years; acupuncture with acanthus needles can extend life by ten years. Old man, you came to the capital this time not to make things difficult for me, but to seek talents, right?"
Ye Feng looked at old man Murong with amusement and spoke lightly, enunciating each word.
Xiaoyu was right, this guy really saw the signs of her cold pulse!
Moreover, he is very familiar with the condition of cold pulse!
But where does such a young guy get such amazing knowledge and medical skills
Old Master Murong's heart sank. He looked at Ye Feng warily, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
"When asking for help, you should have the attitude of asking for help. Unfortunately, I don't see this attitude from you, old man."
At this moment, Ye Feng smiled indifferently and spoke calmly to Old Man Murong.
"Can you save the little fish?"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Murong's eyes narrowed and he said alertly.
Ye Feng kept asking for help, which made him feel that Ye Feng seemed to have mastered the method to solve the problem of cold veins.
Ye Feng smiled without saying anything, neither saying yes nor no, just keeping old man Murong in suspense.
"Xiaoyu, let's go!"
After staring at Ye Feng for a long time, Mr. Murong's eyes changed, and finally he seemed to have made a decision. He took Murong Xiaoyu's hand and strode out of the hospital.
Looking at Murong Xiaoyu's swaying waist, Ye Feng touched his chin and smiled calmly.
He believed that it would not be long before Old Master Murong would come back to see him.
And by that time, he will not just be talking empty words, but will come with full sincerity.
"Grandpa, didn't you always ask to see Ye Feng? Why are you leaving right after you saw him?"
After walking out of the hospital, looking at Mr. Murong who was worried, Murong Xiaoyu asked puzzledly.
"Xiao Yu, tell me honestly, when did he find out that you have cold veins?"
Old Master Murong did not answer Murong Xiaoyu's question, but asked her back.
"It was the time when I fainted during military training." Murong Xiaoyu answered without hesitation.
Mr. Murong frowned, stared into her eyes, and continued: "Didn't you have any contact before?"
“No…No…”
Murong Xiaoyu quickly shook his head.
It's not that she didn't want to talk about it, but she was too ashamed to talk about the fact that Ye Feng treated her as a female ghost and examined her body.
"He was able to tell you have a cold pulse just by seeing you for the first time. This young man is indeed extraordinary! I, Murong Yun, have seen many young talents, but I have never seen anyone as skilled in medicine as this kid!"
Murong Yun did not notice the evasion in Murong Xiaoyu's eyes, but was filled with admiration.
Murong Xiaoyu also remained silent. Ye Feng's medical skills were unprecedented.
This medical skill not only surpasses that of his peers, but has even surpassed that of the older generation.
"If this guy can really cure your cold meridians, then I don't mind giving him something heirloomed from our Murong family in exchange for the chance for him to treat you!"
After pondering for a long time, Murong Yunru suddenly spoke in a deep voice as if he had made a decision.
"But isn't that the treasure of our Murong family?" Murong Xiaoyu was startled and looked at Murong Yun.
"There is only one treasure in our Murong family, but it is not that thing..."
Murong Yun looked at Murong Xiaoyu lovingly and said softly, "You are the real treasure of the Murong family."
When Murong Xiaoyu heard this, he felt a warm current in his heart and his eyes became a little hot.
Grandpa has really paid so much for her cold veins.
"But not yet..."
Murong Yun stared into the distance, his eyes changing, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly said: "I will wait a little longer and test him carefully to see if he really has that ability."
"How to test him?" Murong Xiaoyu asked puzzledly.
Murong Yun raised his lips and said word by word: "The Three-Power Tournament!"
The Triwizard Tournament?!
When Murong Xiaoyu heard the voice, his breathing suddenly stagnated, and then a bright light began to bloom in his eyes!
…
"The Triwizard Tournament? What the hell is that?"
At the same time, in the ward, Ye Feng asked Jiang Yuxin who was holding a mobile phone in confusion.
Jiang Yuxin held the phone and said word by word:
"The Top Three Tournament is a medical competition held every five years by the three most prestigious Chinese medicine colleges in China: Tongren, Tanya, and Hexie! In each competition, the best students from each college will compete to be the champion! Every champion will be the future star of Chinese medicine; and the college that wins the competition will also be the strongest Chinese medicine college in China!"