"You...you..." Li Mengya's face turned red, as if she was drunk.

Song Jian didn't expect Li Mengya to be so shy and said hurriedly: "Haha, I'm sorry, Officer Li, I just want to prove to you that my medical skills are fine. Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, listening, asking and touching, and the knowledge in looking and diagnosis is very great. The "Yellow Emperor's Internal Classic" says that it is called a god by looking at it. Although I am not a miracle doctor, I can see some signs at a glance."

Li Mengya looked at the Glock pistol in her hand and said, "Okay, I believe in you. If you can cure it... no, even if I can make my grandfather suffer less, I will be grateful to you. I will definitely teach you how to shoot."

Song Jian said: "Okay, then we'll make up. Well, judging from the ghostly aura on your face, your grandfather should be in a serious condition. Without further ado, let's go now."

Li Mengya glanced at Song Jian gratefully, then waved to a shooting supervisor. After completing the exit procedures, Song Jian and Li Mengya hurried to the shooting range outside.

Supervisor No. 3 shook the plump muscles on his arm and thought to himself: Oh, he is actually a master of picking up girls. The two of them just met by chance just now. They could actually walk side by side with the beautiful police officer and have lunch together. However, is that kid really here to learn shooting? Or come to pick up girls.

Let’s talk about Song Jian and Li Mengya going to the shooting range outside. Although they are actually a driver, Song Jian feels that he is more essentially a doctor. Since he is a doctor, he is of course obliged to treat diseases and save people. Although he cannot relieve the pain of all patients in the world, if he encounters them, Song Jian will still have no choice but to save them. What’s more, Li Mengya is a great beauty who has saved him.

After leaving the shooting range, Li Mengya got into Song Jian's car.

In the car, Li Mengya took out her cell phone and dialed a number.

"Grandpa, I found a miracle doctor. He is very powerful... No, grandpa, please, let me try again. The doctor this time is really amazing... Grandpa, I beg you, the last time, I, I beg you."

As he said that, Li Mengya was already in tears. It was obvious that her grandfather was ready for death and did not immediately agree to Li Mengya's request.

"Yeah, good grandpa, wait, we'll be here soon."

Li Mengya hung up the phone, turned to look at Song Jian, and a eager light appeared in her eyes, "My grandpa agreed."

Song Jian was moved by Li Mengya, and he said, "Don't worry, I will do my best. You can talk about your grandfather's condition first."

Li Mengya nodded and said, "The disease name given by the doctor is 'permanent necrosis of muscle tissue due to unknown reasons'. The specific symptom is that grandpa's left leg is rotting. No matter how many drugs are used or how advanced antibiotics are used, there is no way to stop it. There is no way to delay the rot of grandpa's legs in the sterile ward. The doctor said that in less than three days, the rot will expand to grandpa's abdomen. At that time, grandpa will die."

As he said that, Li Mengya wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Song Jian frowned. He didn't expect that he would still encounter this necrosis disease. This large area of ​​muscle mass was a lot in ancient times because there were no antibiotics in ancient times, and the sanitation conditions were poor. People had no awareness of antibacterials. But now, even in the most remote rural areas, this disease is generally not encountered.

With his hand stretched out, Song Jian gently patted Li Mengya on the shoulder, "Don't worry, maybe I will have a solution. How did your grandfather get this disease?"

Li Mengya thought for a while, shook her head, and said, "I don't know, my grandfather, my grandfather has a special identity. Oh, Song Jian, when you arrive in the hospital, try to ask questions as little as possible, and don't mention it to others in the future."

Song Jian said "um" and under the guidance of Li Mengya, Song Jian drove Chevrolet to Canglang District. A sanatorium was built in a corner of Canglang District. Song Jian drove in and drove in.

This sanatorium looks ordinary, but the guards at the door, the straight waist and shiny steel guns all show the importance of this place.

The car drove over, and the guard just glanced into the car and did not stop it.

Song Jian drove the car and continued to drive inside. Under Li Mengya's command, he turned a corner and reached the side door behind.

This time, the car was stopped directly.

At this time, a man in an old military uniform was holding a phone in a room far away.

"Hey, is it Mr. Zhou Wenxing? I am from Canglang Sanatorium," said a man in old military uniform in a deep voice.

Zhou Wenxing, who was on the other end of the phone, heard the five words "Canglang Sanatorium", immediately stood up and said, "Is there any instructions?"

"Haha, nothing, ask you for someone, Song Jian, what do you think?" asked the man in old military uniform.

"Song Jian? That little miracle doctor? After my cerebral infarction, I have been lying on the bed. It was Song Jian's prescription that cured my hemiplegia. But I don't know what this person came from, I only know that he is a driver." Zhou Wenxing answered in a lot of ways. When he heard the other party's identity, Zhou Wenxing did not dare to hide it at all, nor did he dare to make any promises.

"Well, okay, Mr. Zhou, please have a good rest." The man in his old military uniform put down the phone and said to himself, "Song Jian, descendant of the Song family, did not expect that the Song family still had this ability. He always thought they were just medicine merchants."

The man in the old military uniform heard the affirmation of Song Jian from Zhou Wenxing's words.

If Song Jian knew that just after Li Mengya finished calling, it would be so far that his identity and recent experience had been investigated clearly by the other party in just twenty minutes. I wonder what he would feel.

After thinking about it, I picked up the phone, and the man in the old military uniform called the guard booth's dedicated line, "Check it out, if there is no danger, let them in."

Song Jian and Li Mengya were sitting in the car. Soon, two guards in their thirties came over, knocked on the window, and signaled Li Mengya and Song Jian to get out of the car for inspection.

Song Jian looked relaxed, but his eyes showed a look of surprise. These two seemingly ordinary guards actually had a faint murderous aura. After Song Jian took the marrow washing pill, he could feel this murderous aura.

"What is Li Mengya's grandfather's identity? Both of them are so strong. What level should his personal bodyguard be?" Song Jian was a little careful.

Soon, after the inspection, the guard signaled that Song Jian could drive directly and enter the special sanatorium behind.
Chapter completed!