Old Huang frowned, and said with a look of hatred that iron can't make steel, "Look at you, you are just a mouthful of phlegm, which makes you unbearable? How can you go to hang the pot like a teacher in the future?"
Wu Zheng wanted to say that it was a bite? That is clearly a pool, okay? If you always take a bowl, you can definitely fill a bowl.
I don't know if that would make this guy disgusting, but Wu Zheng still didn't say it after thinking about it, because now he really wants to know what happened to the first patient he treated.
Li Sichang breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his chest and said: "Comfortable, I haven't been so comfortable in a long time. Xiao Lang is worthy of being a master, and Xiao Lang can go to open a medical clinic alone. "
"Really?" Wu Zheng leaned over and didn't dislike the phlegm anymore, because he was holding his head and didn't let himself look there at all, but looked at Li Sidao: "You are really now Feel very comfortable?"
Li Si nodded and said: "It's really comfortable, thank you Xiao Lang for the injection. I know that my disease can't be cured, but if I can be so relaxed every day, even if I die, there will be no regrets."
Wu Zheng was a little sad when he heard this, but the exaggeration is that after Li Si finished saying this, the kid Chaihu actually knelt on the ground and burst into tears.
Wu Zheng's cries like howling a wolf immediately frightened Wu Zheng, I don't need to react so much! He is not your father, do you need to cry for him now
"Master disciple I'm sorry for you." Chai Hu cried with his head sticking to the ground.
Wu Zheng was taken aback, looked at Chaihu, who was crying on the ground, and looked at Huang Lao next to him. What are these two guys playing? It's hard to say that this brother of his own is a gangster, but did he steal Master's money or someone who stole Master's money? Now that my conscience discovered it all at once, I would cry so miserably.
Huang Lao saw Wu Zheng looking at him unkindly, and he himself was puzzled. Seeing his apprentice crying so sad, he could only walk over and pull him up and say, "Why are you crying? What's the matter with crying? "
Chaihu cried: "Master, you have always taught me how to apply acupuncture. The disciple has been practicing hard for two years but now he still hasn't the ability to administer acupuncture. The disciple is so dull that I am really ashamed of Master's teaching."
Wu Zheng couldn't help listening, but before he was gloating, Old Huang glared at him.
Two years of hard training is really nothing, even as a teacher, three years of hard training is only a little fruitful!
Of course, Huang Lao dare not say this in front of Wu Zheng. He can only look at Chaihu’s distressed face, because to Huang Lao Chaihu, whether he is savvy or diligent, belongs to the superior quality, if not for The teacher has accepted a wicked junior for you, you are simply a genius in the eyes of the teacher.
Thinking of Wu Zheng, Huang Lao stared at Wu Zheng and asked, "You said, did your kid practice before?"
"No! Master, we can learn from the day..." Wu Zheng suddenly saw that Huang Lao's expression was not good, so he immediately changed his words: "Brother Chaihu, although brother Chaihu has not practiced the method of acupuncture before, he learned from my wife. After a big knife, you didn’t see that the knife is as big as a hundred kilograms. If you want to dance with this knife, you don’t have the strength to do it. Didn’t the master say that acupuncture is focused on finger strength? This is probably a mistake. Learn by analogy!"
Huang Laoshu breathed a sigh of relief and said to Chai Hu, who refused to get up, "You have heard that, although this kid has not practiced acupuncture, but he has practiced martial arts with his wife, so he won’t be able to apply acupuncture if he has the strength. Come on. And you don’t have to be too discouraged. Even though you sometimes have broken needles when you pierce the radish, the depth can be reached, so I can’t see that you can definitely succeed in half a year."
"It turns out that this is the case. It was the disciple Meng Lang just now that Master forgave him."
"Since you know you are Meng Lang, what are you doing on your knees? Don't get up soon."
In Wu Zheng's opinion, Chaihu would be heartless if he were not a deep-seated man in the city. Elder Huang kicked him off the ground, and in a blink of an eye, he was like a okay person, and he was concentrating on it. His filthy soup.
If it’s me, I just cried with my nose and tears so heartbreaking, it would be a little embarrassing to say it now! But this one has nothing to do with it.
After Li Si drank a bowl of the dirty soup, he left happily. Then Wu Zheng sat on the broken wooden table again to see the doctor. When he was in doubt, he asked the old man Huang beside him. Huang Lao's suggestion to fix... (End of this chapter)