: No moral character

The Zhao family is away from home.

Located in a luxurious villa on the south bank of Lishui.

There were many vehicles parked outside the door at this time.

There were many people here and several more police cars.

Zhao Jun’s medical parole requirement was approved quickly after formal procedures.

However, he did not go directly to the intensive care unit.

Instead, he returned to his own home in City C.

Of course, the whereabouts are still within this province and cross-province is not allowed.

"My nephew's injury is very serious. Please help Mr. Ye. No matter what the result is, the Zhao family will not forget the great virtue today."

The person who spoke was a thin old man wearing a military uniform and full of worry.

This person is likely to be serious on weekdays. Even if he squeezes out some stiff smiles at this time, he can still see deep Sichuan-shaped patterns between his eyebrows.

He was Zhao Weiguo, a Zhao family, and he was born in the army. He has now retreated to the second line and still has some influence in the army.

"Old Zhao, what do you say? Our friendship has not been in one or two days.

It is not a bad thing for a young man to suffer some hardship. After he is cured, he will be a little cautious. The rumors these days are really a bit unreasonable."

Ye Mingzhong is like an old man next door, wearing an old-fashioned robe, cloth shoes, gray beard, but his eyes are very sharp.

He stood with his hands behind his back and spoke casually, and he had an irreversible majesty, which looked very master-like.

Just like an old master of the Republic of China who came out of the story.

"Sheng Guang, Cheng Lin, bring my guys over."

“Yes, Master.”

The two middle-aged people respectfully agreed.

He turned around and left the villa bedroom, came to the hall, and came over with two boxes.

One box contains various bottles, bottles and jars, a box contains various silver needles of various styles, and willow knifes.

"I have passed on this technique from my ancestors, and is very different from the Western medical methods that are popular on the market now. Don't be surprised if you see it.

Everyone else can go out, but Xiao Wang and Xiao Cao can stay."

Ye Mingzhong held a silver needle as thick as a cow's hair in his hand, slimly disinfected it, and turned his head and smiled.

The others he mentioned were some servants from the Zhao family.

Of course, I am not afraid of people seeing the behavior of treating diseases.

However, Ye Mingzhong has a habit of paying attention to the mystery of his actions.

He believes that acupuncture and medical skills are actually the same as their own martial arts. They are not passed down and must not be allowed to read them casually.

This is not a stingy question, but a rule.

Wang Dingguo and Cao Yi stood quietly aside with honor on their faces.

In other words, they are actually juniors.

Although his position is not low, there is nothing worthy of being reserved in front of Mr. Ye.

Since ancient times, there has been no distinction between medicine and martial arts. It is rare for warriors like Mr. Ye who can achieve the peak of both medical skills and martial arts.

Anyone who appears will all enjoy a great reputation in that era.

Especially doctors who are good at treating internal and external trauma are very popular in the martial arts world.

Just like Huang Feihong in the late Qing Dynasty, his boxing skills were powerful, but the reason why he really surpassed his peers and became famous was probably due to medical skills.

"Hold on, I will vent your blood first."

Ye Mingzhong glanced at Zhao Jun, who was lying on the bed and was withered, and said gently.

He could see that the person in front of him might have suffered all the torture within half a month.

So much so that he was in a trance and his mind was slightly distant.

This can be seen from the fear remaining in his divergent pupils.

At this time, I can't stand the scaring.

Speaking a little louder may make him crazy.

This situation is easy to understand.

Because, since Zhao Jun was born, he had a wealth of food and food, and he could basically be satisfied with whatever he wanted.

When he grew up, he was sent to the United States to study, and even more so he was arbitrary, made friends, and his life was extremely deteriorating.

When I return to China, I want to do something big, relying on my family's power, everything goes smoothly.

Although his life was short, he basically lived in a honey jar.

Such a person suddenly became completely useless and could not move.

No matter how you think about it, it is an unbearable torment.

Especially the unfairness in his heart could force him to go crazy.

Moreover, Ye Mingzhong also saw something.

It is this second young master of the Zhao family who is always in a state of pain, which is very strange.

If it is just broken bones, then it will be numb if it hurts a lot.

Especially if you have just received anesthesia, it is even more unlikely that you will feel the pain like this.

So, are there any reasons why you don’t understand?

Ye Ming held a needle in his hand, and his five fingers picked it into a phantom, and the tail of the needle was buzzing faintly.

This is a unique technique to pierce the thirteen acupoints, connect them into a line, and penetrate the qi and blood.

Even if he has strong physical strength, he has accurate acupoint recognition and has excellent skills.

When Zhao Jun's limbs were bleeding, he was so tired that his forehead was covered with fine white hair and sweat.

"Thank you for your hard work, Brother Ye."

Zhao Weiguo handed over a white towel, his eyes full of gratitude.

"It's okay, the next thing is the most important thing. It's not something that ordinary people can do."

Ye Mingzhong smiled complacently.

He took the white official cloth covered with pungent plaster and applied it carefully to the broken bones of Zhao Jun's limbs, and slapped his hands.

His palm fell silently, but he felt extremely heavy.

As soon as I touched the white cloth, white smoke sizzled out from my palm.

This is certainly not smoke.

It's water vapor.

The puffed white gas that can be seen with the naked eye.

Gradually, by the force of the palm, the white cloth returned to its cleanliness.

The ointment applied on the white cloth towel penetrated into Zhao Jun's body little by little.

"The strength of force enters, the dark strength of the bones is melted, Master Ye's cultivation is even more harmonious and old...

This is the first time I have seen this magical technique. I have only seen it in ancient books before."

"Hehe, Xiao Wang, don't gild me on my face.

After the exercise reaches the point of transformation, flies and insects cannot fall, and the feathers do not add to the body. All pores in the body can erect the mind and force. When the energy reaches the point of enlightenment, this is only the basic skill.

If you practice your master’s three-cost lead, one day you can also see this state.

If you are not diligent in practicing martial arts and are obsessed with the career of the government, you will never want to do it in this life.

What a pity, I used to think you were a good seedling."

Wang Dingguo wanted to flatter, but he caused Mr. Ye's education. He looked embarrassed and said embarrassedly: "The master of Master Ye and my master have only gotten so many in every dynasty and every generation. How can ordinary people practice it?

My nephew, I am self-aware and understand the principle of retreating bravely.”

"I've learned my verbal experience. Xiao Wang. Everyone has their own ambitions and cannot force it. It's not wrong for you to do it."

Of course it is good. He can control the rule of law in a key city. Although his cultivation and military strength have not met the expectations of his elders, in some aspects, it has exceeded the standard.

Especially, after being in a high position, he was able to treat his elders so respectfully and not forget his original nature. Ye Mingzhong felt that Wang Dingguo was very pleasing to him.

Ye Mingzhong is a traditional old-school martial artist who never forgets to learn literature when he is learning martial arts.

Especially in their Ye family, in addition to practicing martial arts and doing business, there were also some literati in the previous dynasty, and their family style was gentle, humble and kind.

When a believer, he will of course instill some of this kind of thought.

To put it bluntly, Mr. Ye appreciates the style of a gentleman more.

Although he is a warrior, he cultivates his body and mind on weekdays and pursues a gentleman's style as jade.

But even such a gentleman master of national arts was furious and said in a muffled voice: "What a hot hand, young people don't talk much about martial ethics."
Chapter completed!