Chapter 63 Can It Be Cured?

"Luo Ziling, you are too presumptuous." Lin Lan took out a gun from nowhere and pointed it at Luo Ziling, "What kind of status is shǒu cháng, how can you accuse me with nonsense?"

When pointing a gun at Luo Ziling and scolding him, Lin Lan turned her body slightly and gave Luo Ziling a few glances from an angle that the old man couldn't see.

Luo Ziling understood the meaning in Lin Lan's eyes, that is to ask him to apologize quickly and stop saying anything about the cì jī old man. Originally, he was very angry when Lin Lan drew his gun and pointed at him, thinking that this woman would repay her kindness, but after understanding her meaning, the anger disappeared instantly.

But Luo Ziling didn't want to accept Lin Lan's affection, he had his own pride.

If he came to treat someone and felt like receiving charity, then he would never treat this person.

In the past, when I went around with my grandfather to see a doctor, all I enjoyed was incomparable respect and gratitude. How can there be such a situation today? The arrogance in his bones made him unwilling to give in, so he still stood proudly, looking at the old man without avoiding his eyes.

"Hahaha," after staring at Luo Ziling for a few moments, the old man laughed, "Yes, it's rare to see such an arrogant young man now, Lan'er, put down the gun. He's much better than you. In my body, I seem to see me who was rebellious and unruly when I was young, hahaha, kind, I like it."

Lin Lan immediately retracted the gun, and at the same time rolled Luo Ziling's eyes, as if blaming him for being too arrogant.

Luo Ziling breathed a sigh of relief, but he was a little speechless to the old man's words.

The old man seemed to be praising him on the surface, but in fact he was praising himself. He was an out-and-out megalomaniac.

"What's your name?" The old man took the initiative to ask Luo Ziling's name.

This made Lin Lan very surprised. It was the first time that shǒu cháng asked a junior's name on his own initiative.

"My name is Luo Ziling!"

The old man seemed to have thought of something just now, stopped laughing, and asked Luo Ziling seriously: "Who are you, Luo Linsheng?"

Luo Ziling was a little surprised, and asked curiously: "First... Senior knows my grandfather?"

He originally wanted to praise shǒu cháng like Lin Lan, but after thinking about it, he couldn't use this title, so he finally called him senior.

"I have dealt with him twenty years ago. He is one of the people I admire the most. I never expected to meet his grandson today. It is a blessing." The old man's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he asked again: " Where is your grandfather? I was expecting to be cured by him."

"Grandpa is in the northwest, but he often goes out to collect medicine or help people treat diseases," Luo Ziling replied honestly.

"I had already refused treatment, but my old friend came to treat others later, so I have to try my luck anyway," the old man said, motioning Lin Lan to help him up.

Lin Lan and the two little nurses who were standing aside, trembling and afraid to go forward, hurried over to help the old man up from the chair.

"I can't move my hands and feet. The only thing I can move is my mouth. I can only thank you in this way," the old man nodded slightly to Luo Ziling after being lifted up.

This situation surprised Lin Lan and the two nurses who were scolded almost every day.

They couldn't believe it at all, the old man who had a rough temper and cursed when he spoke, would be so polite to a young man.

Lin Lan was even more surprised. She had been here for many years, had she ever seen shǒu cháng treat others like this?

She more or less knew some information about Luo Ziling,

But now she felt that Luo Ziling's life experience was not as simple as she knew.

Luo Ziling's grandfather was actually an old friend with their boss, the "God of War" in his mind, and he was respected by him. As a grandson, Luo Ziling, how could he be a simple person?

Luo Ziling felt a little flattered by this old guy who had a great aura just now, with such a tone and words.

He didn't put on airs any more, and walked over immediately, reaching out and grabbing the old man's arm.

The old man couldn't help being stunned to see Luo Ziling grabbing his arm very quickly, faster than anyone he had seen. But Luo Ziling ignored the old man's astonished gaze, but concentrated on taking the old man's pulse.

A pulse, he was taken aback.

"You have been poisoned, poisoned many years ago, and you have been seriously injured, and you have not recovered. The Qi channel is disordered, and the pulse fluctuates up and down. You are already very sick." The result is said.

Luo Ziling's conclusion made Lin Lan's expression change instantly, and also made the two little guards tremble in fright.

The old man's face also changed, but he returned to normal immediately.

"That's right. As expected of a descendant of a genius doctor, my injury was indeed obtained many years ago, and I was poisoned at that time, and the poison has not been eliminated." After laughing a few times, the old man asked Luo Ziling seriously: "Will you Tell me directly, can it be cured!"

When asking this question, the old man looked at Luo Ziling who continued to take his pulse without blinking.

Not only the old man looked at Luo Ziling, Lin Lan's beautiful big eyes also looked at him hopefully.

She very much hoped that Luo Ziling could tell a cure.

In order to treat Lao Shǒu Chang's illness, the army invited many top domestic medical experts. These medical experts formulated several sets of treatment plans, but the final result was ineffective.

Inviting Luo Ziling to come for treatment can be said to be their act of desperation and the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Moreover, it was Lin Lan's suggestion to let Luo Ziling try it. If Luo Ziling said it could be cured, and it could be cured, then she would have made a great contribution.

It doesn't matter to Lin Lan that she has made great achievements, as long as she can cure her father's disease, even if she is punished, it doesn't matter.

But to Lin Lan's disappointment, Luo Ziling shook his head slowly. "Senior, I can't guarantee whether it can be cured."

The old man looked at Luo Ziling, thought for a while, and asked again: "You mean, there is hope for a cure?"

"Yes." Now Luo Ziling nodded without hesitation, "As long as you are willing to let me let go of the treatment, the possibility of symptom relief or even recovery is not impossible."

Luo Ziling's words made Lin Lan, who was originally very disappointed, ignite a raging fire of hope in her heart.

"Hahaha," the old man laughed a few times, and then looked at Luo Ziling seriously, "Why don't you dare? I've never been afraid of anything in my life, isn't it just a life? I was sentenced to death a long time ago, and now I never You heard that there is hope for recovery, why don’t I try it? Ziling, from today onwards, please help me treat it, whether it is cured or not, I will thank you!”

What the old man said surprised Lin Lan again.

shǒu cháng's performance today is really extraordinary.

She also looked at Luo Ziling with admiration.