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Five hours later, Cheng Chuan returned to the experience hall.

When I saw Cheng Chuan, Cui Xiaoliu took out a notebook with excitement and handed it to Cheng Chuan.

I don't know it, but I was shocked.

Unexpectedly, in the two days when Cheng Chuan left, under the recommendation of Cui Xiaoliu, more than 80 guests would come to experience it.

In two days, revenue turned out to be as high as 16,000, which turned out to be the sum of previous turnover.

"Little Liu, you can, keep on working hard."

After Cheng Chuan finished speaking, he transferred 8000 to Cui Xiaoliu, and said he was half of the people.

After explaining that Cui Xiaoliu continued to guard the experience hall, Cheng Chuan turned and walked towards the traditional Chinese medicine hall of Mr. Meng.

"Brother Xiaochuan, are you back?" Meng Xiaoli greeted her warmly as soon as she entered the Chinese Medicine Hall.

"Well, Xiaoli, is Grandpa Meng here?" Cheng Chuan asked openly.

"Yes, Grandpa is in the back room." Meng Xiaoli nodded.

Cheng Chuan quickly followed Meng Xiaoli into the back room and met Meng Bailing.

"What? Cheng Chuan, have you thought about it?" Meng Bailing asked with interest.

"Well, Father Meng, I decided to study medicine with you." Cheng Chuan said simply and neatly.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, okay, then you will become the 43rd generation disciple of my Medicine King Sect, and also my closed disciple."

Meng Bailing looked excited and said three good words again and again. Cheng Chuan was able to refine the soul-returning pill that brought back to life. It was quite mysterious, and he would surely carry forward the line of the king of medicine.

However, a piece of Meng Xiaoli pursed her mouth, and her wishful thinking suddenly fell through. If she wanted to chase Cheng Chuan, she had to change the door rules.

"Cheng Chuan pays homage to the master." Cheng Chuan wanted to salute, but was stopped by Meng Bailing.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you can only be regarded as my registered disciple now."

"Let me call back your few poor brothers and sisters. After the apprenticeship ceremony, you will be regarded as an official disciple of my medicine king."

Meng Bailing stood up and paced back and forth in the back room, seeming to be thinking about the apprenticeship.

"Cheng Chuan understands that everything follows the master's arrangement."

Upon seeing this, Cheng Chuan could only nod his head, waiting for Meng Bailing's arrangement.

"Crunch..."

At this moment, there was a harsh brake sound from the door, and then the sound of the car door opening and closing quickly.

Two bursts of footsteps came from far to near to the courtyard of the Chinese Medicine Museum.

"Doctor Meng, is Doctor Meng here?" an old voice came.

Meng Bailing quickly took Cheng Chuan and Meng Xiaoli out, but there were two old men outside.

Wearing a golden robe, one is majestic, with a hint of urgency on his face.

A man dressed in a green shirt with sharp eyes is extremely anxious at the moment.

"Huang Dong, why are you here?" Meng Bailing recognized the identity of the golden-robed old man at a glance.

The mysterious hidden wealth of Pengcheng, the controller of the Yuehe Group, Huangshanhe.

"Doctor Meng, I was in a car accident and his life was hanging by a thread, so I asked Doctor Meng to take action."

Huang Shanhe held a fist at Meng Bailing, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. This Meng Bailing had already announced that he would no longer go to the clinic.

Only this time, his eldest son fell off the cliff by drag racing and suffered serious injuries. Although he was treated by various means, his life was still hanging by a thread.

The doctor said that if he can't wake up today, he will die directly.

Meng Bailing has an ancestral needle that can save people from dying.

Many years ago, he also had a serious illness, and many treatments were ineffective. In the end, Meng Bailing took the action and cured him.

This time, there was really no alternative but to come and beg Meng Bailing to take another shot.

"Oh, take me to see it."

Meng Bailing sighed. It was not that he didn't want to be treated, but his medicine king had nine needles, and he needed the imperial qi for the needle.

In the past few years, his body has been worsening every day, and he has just been injured by a fall.

After speaking, Meng Bailing turned and came into the back room, took out a medicine box, followed Huangshanhe into the car, and wanted to leave.

"Wait a minute, Huang Dong, I want to bring another person."

Meng Bailing thought for a while, stopped Huang Shanhe's car, opened the window, and beckoned to Cheng Chuan.

Cheng Chuan rushed over, and under the instruction of Meng Bailing, opened the door of the co-pilot and sat up.

"Doctor Meng, who is this?" Huang Shanhe didn't understand why Meng Bailing was called Shang Chengchuan.

"My closed disciple, Cheng Chuan." Meng Bailing responded and said nothing.

Huang Shanhe saw that Meng Bailing didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask more.

He just sat behind and observed Cheng Chuan carefully, only to find that Cheng Chuan closed his eyes as soon as he got in the car, as if sleeping in a fake sleep.

As everyone knows, at this moment, Cheng Chuan has consciously escaped into another dimension and came to Cang Yun.

"Master, you are here, I have refined a soul-recovering pill, do you want it now?" Cang Yun still asked softly and gently.

Cheng Chuan nodded, walked over and touched Cangyun's gentle face, feeling more concerned about Cangyun's promotion.

He naturally knew the reason why Meng Bailing had brought him. He was afraid that it would be a precaution to save the life of Huang Dong's eldest son with the Huihun Pill.

Glancing at Su Yu behind Cang Yun, Su Yu only thought that she hadn't heard Cheng Chuan come in, and deliberately stood closed in the crystal box to rest.

Cheng Chuan didn't want to disturb her either. After chatting with Cang Yun for a while, he took the soul-returning pill and escaped from the alien space.

After a while, Rolls Royce of Huangshan River arrived at the destination, Pengcheng First People's Hospital.

He hurried to the intensive care unit with Meng Bailing and Cheng Chuan. Just when they arrived at the door of the intensive care unit, they heard an old woman's wailing.

"Will..."

Huang Shanhe's figure trembled, and he was about to fall down. The housekeeper quickly supported him.

When everyone walked into the intensive care unit, they found that the doctor was covering the man on the bed with a white cloth.

That man was Huang Jiwei, Huang Shanhe's eldest son.

On the side are an old woman who is weeping and howling, and a woman with a delicate figure and a pale face.

The old woman is Huang Shanhe’s wife, Li Wanjun, and that woman is his second daughter, Huang Yin

Seeing Huangshan River coming in, Li Wanjun cried out in tears, "Shanhe, Weier he..."

Huang Yin also ran over and threw himself into Huang Shanhe's arms. He couldn't cry, "Dad, brother is gone..."

Huangshanhe slowly pushed Huang Yin away. For a moment, his footsteps trembled slightly, his figure rickety and he walked towards the white cloth-covered Huang Jiwei.

Slowly lifted the white cloth, looking at Huang Jiwei's blue-gray face, Huangshanhe's trembling hands touched it.

Cold, stiff and lifeless.

The sad Huangshanhe sighed up to the sky no longer, tears crisscrossing, and choked speechless.

"Hey..." Meng Bailing sighed, but he didn't expect to be a step late.

"Huang Dong, if you take them out, I can save your noble son."

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