Chapter Fifty-Five: The Mysterious Fan Huaying

Ding Ye's home is in a military compound, an independent courtyard house, simple and elegant, with a heavy atmosphere of history. According to visual estimation, it is at least hundreds of years old. People who can live in this kind of house in the north, the house itself is a heavy "business card".

Following Jiang Hao into Ding Ye's home, Ning Tao discovered that he was not the only doctor hired by the Ding family, there were other doctors. The doctors all arranged special seats, and there were nameplates on the table in front of them. The names on those brand names are all very "weighty". He often sees these people publishing professional articles in medical journals, so he feels "familiar".

In addition, there is actually a Taoist priest named "Qing Shui".

Qingshui should be the name of that Taoist priest, not his name.

Ning Tao was a little surprised by the rushing situation, but he could understand it. Mr. Ding is a high-ranking and powerful man, with many disciples and disciples, all over the military and political circles. When he is sick, will there be fewer people who recommend doctors to him to show his kindness to the Ding family? In fact, Jiang Hao himself recommended him to treat Ding Ye in order to repay his kindness, otherwise he would not have appeared here. However, unlike those people, he did not have a special seat as a doctor, nor did he introduce his name tag. Once in the living room, he didn't even know where to sit.

Jiang Hao also seemed to feel a little embarrassed, she pulled Ning Tao to an inconspicuous corner, and deliberately found a topic, "There are still Taoist priests, isn't this rushing to the doctor in a hurry?"

Ning Tao whispered: "Don't say that, Taoism also has medical skills. Taoism is the state religion of our Chinese nation, and there are alchemy and fairy arts, which are very powerful."

Jiang Hao looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes, "You are a medical student at a medical university, you still believe this?"

Ning Tao smiled, "I believe it, why not?"

He is a cultivator himself, and he also cured a new demon. How could he not believe in Taoism? He just didn't know if the old Taoist priest sitting on the chair in the living room with a thin face and closed eyes could do medicine, alchemy, or immortality.

Just as Ning Tao was looking at the old Taoist priest, the old Taoist priest suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards Ning Tao. His eyes are very special, giving people a sense of perspective, as if they can penetrate people's souls.

Ning Tao couldn't help but his heart moved, "The old Taoist's eyes are so strange, did he find something?"

Just when Ning Tao was thinking this way, the old Taoist closed his eyes again, and the flash of light just now seemed like an illusion.

At this time, three people came out from the corridor on one side of the living room. Walking in the middle was a young man in his early thirties with a Chinese character face and a strong and tall figure. Out is a soldier.

This young man is Ding Congjun.

Entering the living room with Ding Congjun was a white doctor and a young man in a linen Tang suit with his hair tied up in a bun. The young man was also in his early thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, with fair skin, gentle and handsome, giving the impression of a very high-level person.

The white doctor was talking to the man in Tang suit while walking, and then the man in Tang suit translated what the white doctor said to Ding Congjun.

Ding Congjun stopped in the middle of the living room with a serious look on his face. He didn't see Jiang Hao and Ning Tao standing in an inconspicuous corner.

The people waiting in the living room got up and walked towards Ding Congjun, as if they were waiting for him to make a decision.

Jiang Hao said, "Let's go and listen too."

Ning Tao nodded and walked over with Jiang Hao.

At this time, the man in Tang suit said another sentence, "Dr. Xiao En said that only by sending the old man to Wellington Hospital, the old man's illness can't be cured in Huaguo. Brother Congjun can make up his own mind on what to do."

Ding Congjun frowned, "Brother Huaying, you don't know the old man's temper. He fought against the so-called United Nations Army on the peninsula battlefield. He doesn't like the West.

If he knew that I had sent him to England for medical treatment, he would have scolded me to death. "

Outside the crowd, Jiang Hao leaned close to Ning Tao's ear and whispered, "The man in Tang suit is Fan Huaying, and he is a man of all means."

Ning Tao just nodded, not very interested.

Fan Huaying added another sentence, "Brother Congjun, Wellington Hospital is currently the best private hospital in the world, and Dr. Xiao En is the best brain general practitioner at Wellington Hospital. His advice is not wrong. You should think about it carefully." Let's go."

Ding Congjun's face was full of hesitation.

"Isn't that British doctor too particular about his words?" An old Chinese doctor named Yan Song said aloud: "He suggested that Mr. Ding should go to England for treatment. I don't agree. Our Chinese medicine has thousands of years of history, when will it be the turn of Western doctors to make irresponsible remarks?"

"Mr. Yan, Dr. Xiao En was invited by me. He is a straightforward person. If I offended him, I apologize for him. What do you think? We can talk in private later. What do you think?" Fan Huaying said.

Yan Song clasped his fists together, and said politely: "Mr. Fan is being polite, and I didn't think about what I said, which made Mr. Fan laugh."

Ning Tao was full of curiosity. He had read the introduction of Yan Song in a medical journal, and he was hailed as the "master of the world". He couldn't help but wonder, what kind of person is this Fan Huaying?

Ding Congjun looked at Yan Song, "Old Yan, you have seen my father, I want to hear your opinion."

Yan Song was silent for a while before he said: "I am the first person to see a doctor for Mr. Ding, but... please forgive Yan for his incompetence. I can't diagnose Mr. Ding's disease. I have never seen such a disease in my whole life."

Ding Congjun glanced at the faces of the doctors, "You have all seen my father's situation, can anyone give a correct diagnosis? Or suggest it."

No one made a sound, and the living room was silent.

Only then did Ning Tao realize that these doctors had already seen Ding Ye. It is decent to say that he was the late one, and it is not decent to say that he was the one ignored. Maybe Ding Congjun was just because Jiang Hao had kindly promised him to see Ding Ye, but he forgot about him as soon as he turned around.

Fan Huaying said: "Director Qingshui, why don't you try it."

The Taoist priest who was still sitting on the teacher's chair with his eyes closed and meditating opened his eyes. He glanced at Fan Huaying, nodded his head, and then got up and walked to the corridor. During the whole process, he didn't say a word. That look, that attitude is like everyone owes him money.

As soon as Ning Tao's thoughts moved, his eyes and nose instantly entered the state of seeing and hearing. In his line of sight, Taoist Qingshui's body emerged with a mass of colorful qi, and there was also a little bit of white qi, swimming in his innate qi field like a spirit snake, full of spirituality.

With just one glance, Ning Tao got the answer he wanted, and he said secretly in his heart: "This Taoist Master Qingshui is really unusual, he has spiritual energy emanating from his body, but his spiritual energy is mixed and impure, it cannot be regarded as A true cultivator."

Director Qingshui, who had just stepped into the entrance of the corridor, suddenly turned his head to look in Ning Tao's direction, his eyes were sharp, giving people a feeling of a eagle watching a wolf.

Ning Tao smiled slightly from Master Qingshui, and at the same time terminated the state of seeing and hearing of the eyes and nose.

At this moment, a trace of confusion flashed in the eyes of Master Qingshui, as if he had uncertain doubts about a certain judgment. But in just a second or two, he withdrew his gaze and walked towards the room at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Hao touched Ning Tao's arm, "Come with me."

Ning Tao nodded and followed Jiang Hao towards Ding Congjun. Even if it is a wandering doctor who has been neglected, he has come, so he can't just go home because he was neglected, right?

"Brother Congjun, I brought Dr. Ning here." Jiang Hao introduced Ning Tao to Ding Congjun after a few steps away.

Only then did Ding Congjun's gaze shift to Jiang Hao, and then from Jiang Hao to Ning Tao. Seeing Ning Tao's overly casual clothes, the shabby little medicine box in his hand, and his age of a little over twenty, he couldn't help frowning.

Ning Tao saw it in his eyes, but there was no reaction on his face. With his "outfit" and being so young, it's normal for someone like Ding Congjun to be suspicious when they meet for the first time.

Fan Huaying's gaze also fell on Ning Tao. Unlike Ding Congjun's reaction, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Hao walked up to Ding Congjun, with a smile on his face, "Brother Congjun, this is the doctor Ning I told you about, he can cure Uncle Ding's illness."

"Cure?" Ding Congjun looked at Ning Tao with strange eyes, "He's so young...can he do it?"

Jiang Hao said: "Brother Congjun, you don't know how miraculous Dr. Ning's medical skills are. My father suffered a stroke and was paralyzed. The hospital couldn't cure him, but he managed to fix my father with a few silver needles, and..."

"Little girl, what are you kidding?" Yan Song interrupted Jiang Hao with a questioning expression on his face, "Paralyzed by a stroke, he can heal it with a few silver needles?"

Jiang Hao said: "It's not just my father, Dr. Ning also cured a mental patient who Chen Guojun was helpless."

"What?" Yan Song's reaction was as if someone had stepped on his foot, "Can Chen Guojun cure a patient who is helpless?"

Jiang Hao stretched out three fingers, and said with pride in his tone, "And it was cured within three hours."

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar in the living room.

"No way, is this young man really that powerful?"

"Our Huaguo medical circles say it's not big, and it's not small. When did such a young genius doctor come out? How come I don't even have any news?"

"I think it's bragging. How can there be such a magical medical skill?"

Say everything, but no one believes it.

Yan Song looked at Ning Tao and said in the tone of an elder: "Young people should keep their feet on the ground. Which school did you come from? Or, who is your master?"