For eight generations, my family has been a showman. When it was my turn, I ran away.
I have studied Chinese medicine for five years and am a serious medical university graduate. However, my father called me "critically ill" and sent me back to my hometown in Northeast China. When we met, he gave me a plaque - Yangyang Jishitang.
I said, Dad, what age are we in, can we trust science?
My dad said: You should be scientific, and you should first understand how to serve the old fairies in our family.
Huang Pizi steals my wolfberry to make wine all day long, Chang Xian puts my acupuncture bag on my bed when he has nothing to do, and that aunt from the Hu family is even more outrageous. She thinks I am not strong enough when speaking to patients.
I think this group of immortals is too difficult to lead.
Until something strange happened in the town - the demolition team dug up a coffin in the middle of the night, and all twelve people lay down that night, but the hospital could not find anything wrong.
I bit the bullet and lit the first stick of incense.
Lao Xian'er said in my ear: "Young boy, you are enlightened."
Yes, from today on, I, Chen Yang, use the silver needle in my left hand to save people, and the talisman in my right hand to pray to God.
The world in the Northeast is about to change.
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Why not be more urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, urgent, really like this style. There are very few supernatural folklore works in this style. The story is light and the text is light, without a lot of emotional ups and downs. But everyone has his own past and the present that is being formed. Everyone is different. All the past and present here are alive. It's just that people in the past are more like a captureable three-dimensional memory in a pensieve. People now are within reach, but everyone is not a flat face. It feels like everyone is alive. Don't cheat me. I beg the author. It's the first time I encountered such an appetizing style in this section. If this book is not updated, I will really vomit blood.