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"Mr. Xiao, you are indeed a miracle doctor!"
He Qinian grabbed Henry Zhang¡¯s hand and was so excited that he was incoherent.
Henry Zhang was actually a little confused and didn¡¯t know what to say for a while.
But he noticed the improvement in the little girl's physical condition at a glance.
Simply put, it is a change in inner spirit.
If you use a house as an analogy, before He Xiaoru was sucked away by the Shenlong Jue, his body was like a dilapidated thatched house, with wind leaking from all directions, and it would collapse completely when encountering a slightly more noisy wind and rain.
But after just a few minutes, the dilapidated hut was obviously strengthened and no longer showed signs of crumbling.
Traditional Chinese medicine has always paid attention to seeing, hearing, asking, and taking action, but at this moment, we can conclude that He Xiaoru's condition is improving without any instrument testing at all.
But the question is, what happened just now?
This is what makes Henry Zhang puzzled
Facing the grateful eyes of the He family and his son, Henry Zhang touched his nose, smiled quickly and said modestly: "You're welcome, Mr. He, it's all a simple effort."
No matter what the situation is, let¡¯s take credit first and then talk about it.
¡°Anyway, it is true that He Xiaoru¡¯s physical condition has greatly improved now, and now that he is using the Qi-gazing technique, the black energy between his eyebrows has been significantly reduced by more than half.
It is estimated that after three or five more puffs, it should be completely subsided.
Just thinking about what happened just now, Henry Zhang couldn't help but shuddered again.
¡°Who knows what Taoist Priest Qingxu left in He Xiaoru¡¯s body, but it¡¯s so weird.
Henry Zhang secretly used his mind to check the state of his Qi Hai.
I found that in addition to the original infuriating energy, there was also a small wisp of white air next to it, which looked like cotton wool.
But he couldn't figure out what the white energy absorbed from He Xiaoru's body did besides harming people, and he didn't dare to release it for random experiments.
The scene where my whole body was completely frozen and numb just now is still vivid in my mind, so I just let it stay for now and study it slowly later when I have time.
"Mr. Xiao, when I return to the banquet later, I want to apologize to you in front of the children of the He family!"
He Qinian¡¯s tone seemed extremely sincere.
¡°If he had doubts about Henry Zhang¡¯s ability before, but he just tried it out with the mentality of seeking medical treatment in a hurry, then now he is completely convinced.
In his excitement, he even forgot that the silver needle in Henry Zhang¡¯s hand didn¡¯t seem to penetrate at all.
¡°Maybe even if you think about it, you don¡¯t care. As long as you can cure your daughter, you can do whatever you want.
Leaving He Qinian alone in the room to talk to his daughter, He Shengrong and Henry Zhang walked to the downstairs hall.
He Shengrong paused on his crutches: "Old Xu, come in for a moment."
Soon, the housekeeper who opened the door just now walked in quietly. Judging from his body skills and gait, he should also be a master of martial arts.
"Issuing a murder order in Quan'ao Port, with a reward of two billion, as long as the old thief Qingxu can be brought to me, no matter life or death!"
At this moment, He Shengrong finally showed the aura that an Aogang lion should have, with his silver hair standing on end and murderous intent.
"You dare to plot against my descendants of the He family, so what if you escape to the ends of the earth?"
"Yes, old man."
The housekeeper took the order and left.
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He Shengrong said in surprise: "Does Brother Xiao know this person?"
"It has some connection."
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"Then I'll leave it to Brother Xiao!"
He Shengrong said in a deep voice: "As long as you can take the life of the old thief Qingxu, I will still give you these two billion with both hands."
Although the He family has great power in Aogang, it is still somewhat unable to reach into the intricate inland areas.
If Henry Zhang is willing to take action on his behalf, it would be the best.
Henry Zhang waved his hand and said, "Let's talk about money later. I'm more interested in another thing."
He Shengrong said seriously: "Brother Xiao, may I ask?Yes, I definitely know everything. "
"After Taoist Master Qingxu did what he did to Xiaoru, didn't he come to He's house and put forward any conditions in these years?"
Henry Zhang¡¯s eyes flickered and he raised the question that he had been thinking about.
???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? offenders like Qingxu must be motivated by enough benefits to do things. Otherwise, if they offend the He family for no reason, wouldn¡¯t it mean that they have nothing to do but have enough to eat?
He Shengrong suddenly fell into deep thought, seeming to be recalling some old events.
It took more than half a minute before he spoke: "When you said this, I remembered something. The old thief Qingxu met Qinian two years ago and said that he had a way to relieve Xiaoru's body. It¡¯s a strange disease, but the premise is that he needs something from my He family.¡±
"What is it?"
Henry Zhang¡¯s expression changed, and he vaguely felt that he had grasped the key point.
"Brother Xiao, please come with me."
Shen Shengrong took the lead and led the way, taking Henry Zhang to a hidden basement.
Compared with the villa lobby, the collection of antiques here is at a higher level, and there are even several professional thermostats to maintain a stable humidity and temperature in the basement.
He Shengrong pointed to the central painting hanging on the left wall: "Brother Xiao, look, that's the painting."
Henry Zhang looked in the direction of his finger, and his eyes were immediately attracted.
This painting is completely different from other paintings by famous artists.
Although it looks very old, no signature or seal can be found, and it is impossible to tell who made it.
The scene in the painting is also very strange. It is a huge desert composed of gravel and loess, with a full moon hanging high in the night sky, and an endless feeling of loneliness and desolation.
"Whoops!"
Suddenly, the picture changed unexpectedly.
It seemed that a storm was passing by, rolling up the rolling yellow sand on the ground, forming an overwhelming yellow sand wave.
Far far away at the end of the desert, a figure loomed.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: A young woman in a robe was standing on the top of a sand dune and looking back. A shining golden light was reflected deep in her dark pupils!
That golden light was so dazzling, as if a peerless sword pierced the endless night sky.
Henry Zhang felt as if his soul was being sucked into this gaze, unable to extricate himself.
"not good!"
At the critical moment, Henry Zhang suddenly woke up and used the Shenlong Jue technique to activate his true energy, which quickly circulated in his brain.
Suddenly the whole world returned to normal.
Looking at the painting again at this time, all the wind and sand and the mysterious woman disappeared. The scene just now was completely like a dream.
"Brother Xiao, are youare you okay?"
Seeing that Henry Zhang seemed to have a different look on his face, He Shengrong asked with concern.
Henry Zhang shook his head and frowned: "Mr. He, this paintingdon't you see anything weird?"
He Shengrong smiled bitterly and said: "I have seen it hundreds of times, but there is nothing weird about it. I really can't figure out why the old thief Qingxu wanted this painting by name, and how he knew that this painting was hidden in my home."
It turns out that other people don¡¯t create illusions?
Henry Zhang seems to have some understanding. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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