After resting for a while, Xuan Qi finally recovered some energy, and the injury to his heart meridians may have to be recuperated for a few days. Sitting in the small garden of the Xue family with Xue Tiannan, the afternoon sun shone through the banyan tree above his head, and streaked on the two people, mottled as if it added a bit of spirit to everyone.

Xue Tiannan held up a cup of tea, sucked it into green tea in his mouth, and whispered: "I'm old, I'm old. Whenever I look at you young people in their prime, I feel like I'm old again." As he said that, his eyes radiated: "No matter what Chunming does in the end, I want to thank you."

Xue Tiannan said and sighed helplessly: "Young people are eager for quick success and instant benefits, and even admire foreign countries. They advocate Western medicine, the latest medical equipment, and even treat chemical drugs as life-saving things." Xue Tiannan said and gasped: "Of course, I am not saying that Western medicine is not good. He also has some advantages, but it is more like a kind of self-harm chosen to survive."

"Traditional medicine focuses on maintenance, and cures patients through care like taking out the cocoon. The medicines used are all natural. Although some residues are left, they can be excreted from the body through long-term metabolism. Western medicine emphasizes a speed, using drugs, potions, and even scalpels to castrate the lesions. The seemingly rapid speed leaves hidden dangers, and some are missing the foundation."

When Xuan Qi heard Xue Tiannan say this, he couldn't help but sigh: "Western medicine rises and traditional Chinese medicine declines. In the final analysis, there are only a few reasons. The biggest reason before was the perspective of the zodiac signs. The old doctors turned their expertise in things into secrets that they did not pass on to their children, and they did not pass on to their sons-in-law. After a while, they brought the wisdom of their ancestors into the coffin."

Xuan Qi also drank a sip of tea and then continued to complain: "Later, there were wars ignited from all directions, and natural disasters mixed with man-made disasters. After all, some medical skills were lost and some sects were dissipated. In the final analysis, Chinese traditional Chinese medicine did not become a single rope, and there was no unified way of communication."

Xue Tiannan pointed his head: "I am not saying that Western medicine is not good, nor that Chinese medicine is not good. Instead, I hope that one day, a combination of Chinese and Western medicine can be used to treat the root cause of acute illness. Unfortunately, I may not see that day." Xue Tiannan made some point and then looked at Xuan Qi with hope.

In this case, the only thing Xuan Qi can do is to pretend to be stupid. There are enough responsibilities on his shoulders. If he continues to shoulder, Xuan Qi is afraid that his life will not be that long enough. You should know that there are only twenty-four hours a day, and only seven days a week. Xuan Qi can't squeeze out twenty-six hours, let alone make it on August 2019.

Just as the conversation was at a stalemate, the sound of the wheelchair beads sounded clearly in my ears. The ecstatic Sheng Dengfeng rushed directly to Xuan Qi, hugging Xuan Qi and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you." It seemed that he could not find any other words besides this word to describe his gratitude to Xuan Qi. It can be seen from his scorching eyes that he was completely convinced by Xuan Qi, and he even regarded Xuan Qi as the boss, a big brother who could entrust his life.

Xue Qidong pushed the wheelchair, and Xue Chunming in the wheelchair smiled like a flower. Although he was not sure whether he could recover, his father said that he could live at least five more years and be able to stay with his beloved man for more than 1,500 days, and travel nearly one-third of his life at the same time. These are enough.

Xue Qidong walked to Xue Tiannan step by step and looked at his idol when he cried. Xue Qidong suddenly felt his nose sore and his eyes were a little crystal clear. He reached out and pulled up his father Yu Ku's old hand and said, "Dad, I was wrong with Chinese medicine, it's not pseudoscience, it's really useful."

The extremely clear reality made Xue Qidong understand how outrageous he had made. In the adult world, it was simple and naked, what was right is right, and what was wrong is wrong. They knew that they could correct their mistakes and did not care about face. Because they understood that sometimes they could not get along with themselves.

Xuan Qi exclaimed and squeezed his eyes at Xue Tiannan. Now this ending is the best ending. The father is kind and the son is filial. I taught my son an unfathomable medical skill. Then the son combined Chinese and Western culture to create a school. The later development was just as Xuan Qi thought. Xue Qidong inherited Xue Tiannan's mantle, combined Chinese and Western culture to find a unique approach, and became the master of the founding sect.

Xuan Qi left, head and tail, and was busy for four days. He didn't know how his grandfather lived in the small yard. He could not serve the Son of Man. He could still talk about the past when he was far away from home, but now he was in front of him, but he couldn't talk about it.

Xuan Qi returned to the small yard and suddenly found that there were a few strangers outside the yard. They stood in a row, seemingly careless, but in fact they were very alert. His eyes were aimed at his head, heart, neck, and places where these blows were going to kill. Xuan Qi couldn't help but frown.

When he saw Zhang Fang, Xuan Qi suddenly realized that Old Master Sheng had not left. He lived in his own courtyard. Zhang Fang met Xuan Qi and gestured. The people who were originally staring at Xuan Qi walked to the side.

Xuan Qi gritted his teeth and thought to himself whether he could resist if they took action together? The old man was amazed: "Didn't it mean that there is no internal merit in the army? Why are these guys practicing both inside and outside? If they really fight, their skills are connected to guns, and I'm afraid you can't walk for three rounds."

Xuan Qi looked at these seemingly ordinary black suits, and his skills were indeed extraordinary. Zhang Fang stood beside Xuan Qi and smiled: "Do you think they are particularly arrogant? These are all Zhongnanhai bodyguards heard that the old man came out for a meal, but when he encountered an accident, he immediately dispatched a team of eight inner guards."

"The famous scholar is indeed a must-have," Xuan Qi nodded, and Zhang Fang said the serious matter: "The five eyesightless boys are all political prisoners for twenty years. As for the mastermind, Ma Dahong, who is a son of the Ma family in the capital. They were caught by the sea and sentenced to lifelessness. Those who should have been executed by gunfire are also clans in the Ma family, and they did not let that boy get a gun. He deprived of political rights for life, and he would never think of it in his life."

Xuan Qi was shocked. Once some things were exaggerated, the meaning would be different. After three seconds of silence for Ma Dahong and Dayan, Xuan Qi raised his foot and walked into the courtyard. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, clusters of red fire clouds rose in the sky, dyeing the green pond water and the green old turtle amber.

The two old men carried two rattan chairs and continued to chat in the sunset. After decades of words, they had been saying something for a few days, but they had not finished speaking, and they became more and more competing. In fact, the elderly were lonely, but they were not willing to show their loneliness on weekdays. They finally met a close friend, so they naturally had to have a good chat, not to mention that their lives have reached their twilight years. Some words can't be said if they don't say them anymore.

Xuan Qi walked over, greeted the two old men first, and then squatted beside the turtle pond to look at the turtle. The turbid water in the pond looked a bit speechless. Xuan Qi led out two tubes to help the fish pond change the water.

Mr. Sheng asked with concern: "Is Chunming better? I heard clearly that your medical skills are better than him now, and your mysterious skills are even better than him. The next wave pushes the previous wave. Will Chunming heal? "

Xuan Qi didn't go around the circle and talked to smart people, but he couldn't let the circle go. He said directly: "By using the golden needle to pierce the acupoint, the life span of Chun Ming will be extended to five years, and then with medication in these five years, it should be cured." Xuan Qi sighed again after saying that, "Even if he can recover in the end, Chun Ming will also damage his vitality. I'm afraid he can only live to sixty years old at most."

"It's not too much to be sixty years old, it's better than withering in these flowers." Mr. Sheng had long been clear about it. It doesn't matter that Chunming could live for more than thirty years. After all, there are not many people who live long like him. If it weren't for the hardship that year, he fled into the Xuan Family Ancestral Hall and was resuming his life by Xuan Qinghe using the Xuan Family Spirit Pill, and would have been a blessing in disguise, he would have become a pile of dead bones.

Xuan Qi also sighed and repeated completely unconsciously: "It's better than withering in these flowers-like years." As he was speaking, a light of inspiration suddenly flashed in his head. He thought of steel teeth, beards, and seventeen brothers who were even more straight. He couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "Grandpa Sheng, do you know that the army is very messy and cold-blooded now?"

"Cold-blooded? Where does this start?" Mr. Sheng started his career in the army and had special feelings for the army, so he was surprised when he suddenly heard the word "Cold-blooded".

Xuan Qi seemed to tell a story, and said about the Baekabad Squad at once. When he heard that the first two captains died and the entire team was sent to the evil organizations abroad, Mr. Sheng was so angry that his eyebrows were raised and screamed.

After Xuan Qi finished speaking, Mr. Sheng immediately asked the secretary outside to come in, and then he wanted to personally review the information about the bayonet team. The secretary did not dare to neglect. Although the old man had retired and was still in the confidential department. In addition, the old man was healthy and long-lasting, everyone around him wanted to treat the Sheng family as a backer and was willing to make good relationships. After a while, the Sheng family had an unparalleled prestige.

After a while, the secretary, who was in a hurry, walked in from outside again, with a flushed face and panting, and said to Mr. Sheng: "I can't check the information of the bayonet team because they belong to MI6."

When Mr. Sheng heard this, his face was stunned and shook his head helplessly: "It turns out that they are Lao Bai's subordinates, belonging to a special intelligence department, and the shadows wandering in the darkness." Mr. Sheng was speechless for a long time, and then whispered after a while: "In this world, there are always people who work in dirty work and work in tiring work in silence. The country needs them, and they also pay for the country. In order to finally properly resettle them and not be used by foreign forces, we can only make this worst decision."

"Is it appropriate to let the heroes bleed and then cry? If there is a proper way to place them and digest them, can they change their destiny?" Xuan Qi's eyes flickered and he stared at Mr. Sheng tightly.

Mr. Sheng was forced to the corner of the wall. He had never been so embarrassed in his life. Seeing Xuan Qi's eyes flickering, Mr. Sheng gritted his teeth and took a breath and said, "As long as you can properly place these people, I will come forward to make peace for you. Lao Bai is not an unreasonable person. He is somewhat helpless in doing this."

"That's good." Xuan Qi's head turned wildly and quickly. The special veteran resettlement problem has always been a social problem that plagues the country. They have special skills and it is difficult to deal with it once they do evil. In order to maintain their combat effectiveness, the army trains a large number of military talents every year, and retires after their service expires. The resettlement of these people has become a headache.

Xuan Qi said loudly: "The most famous mercenary organization in the world is Heishui. I set up a Baihuo Security Company with a registered capital of 100 million yuan to accommodate their life after retirement."
Chapter completed!