When the old man underwent a second examination, the results still showed the same.

His body has no problem with it, and it can even be said to be very healthy... If malnutrition does not count.

When the old man walked out of the hospital, he still couldn't find Bei in a daze.

He kept asking why...why...

"San Lao, why is this happening? Did so many times before, and so many hospitals misdiagnose it?"

If this is the case, I guess I should really focus on rectifying the hospitals in the capital.

So many experts and famous doctors will have such consistent misdiagnosis?

This is obviously impossible. Even if the doctor makes mistakes, the machine won't.

But why did my illness cure inexplicably?

"Master... do you think it will..."

"No." The old man directly interrupted the third brother's question.

"But... this is too strange."

"If this is the case, that's strange."

The two of them said something inexplicable. If others heard their conversation, they would probably feel dizzy.

But there were still hundreds of thousands of whys left in their hearts.

The old man was trying hard to eliminate that possibility. He was unwilling to believe that his condition would be done by that child.

When he walked to the car, the old man was still worried: "Last brother, could it be him?"

"Master, you have denied this possibility yourself. How do you want me to answer now?"

"But, I felt uncomfortable this morning, but when I arrived at Wangfujing Street, I had forgotten the pain in my body. Have you noticed that I had not had any illness in Qingyun Tower for more than half an hour."

Looking back now, the third brother also discovered that the old man was unusual. Usually, the old man took medicine every half an hour. However, from the time he arrived in Wangfujing, he had never taken medicine again.

It seems that the old man's condition has indeed turned around since the child said he wanted to treat the old man.

"Last brother, your martial arts are so good. Can you tell the depth of that child?"

"Master. I can't see that the child has any weirdness. There are only two possibilities. One is that he has no cultivation at all, and the other is that his cultivation is higher than mine, but this seems to be even more impossible."

Others don’t know, but the old man knows that the third brother is also a national treasure-level figure and is a talent specially trained by the country.

He has extraordinary qualifications, followed by key training. There are only nine in the capital, and he ranks the third. How strong is the third child?

This question is really hard to answer. At least they have never lost! Any enemy...

There are not many people in this world who are stronger than them, but there are only a handful of them, and everyone knows them.

It is absolutely impossible for a child to be stronger than the third child, this is absolutely impossible.

"Master, since that child is the grandson of the director of Guangming Hospital, it is normal for him to be a little weird."

"A little weird? Can you find a child who is weirder than him?"

The third brother was speechless. He said that there is really no child in this world who is more strange than that child. Even adults probably don’t have one.

"It's trouble." The old man had a headache.

"Master, I'm cured, what else can I have to worry about?"

"You said why did I promise him this? I guess in the next year, I will stop doing anything, and I will worry about the air in the capital."

"Master, this may not be done by that kid. Maybe it was because of your god-like appearance, and he was cured without medicine."

"Come on, I have lived for most of my life and never believe in any auspicious signs of heaven and heaven." The old man thought about it, but still couldn't open his heart: "No, third brother, go and get that kid back for me, I want to ask clearly."

"Master, if that child really cured you, what are you going to do?"

"This matter must not be leaked. No matter what ability that kid has, if those worms with fat brains know, the child will probably never have peace of mind."

The old man got into the car, but turned around and said to the third child: "Go and buy me a scallion pancake."

The third brother was amused and laughed. His master's illness was cured, but he had completely become a foodie.

Bai Chen returned to the Pres Hotel with a guqin in his arms. The Inples hotel has already opened its branch to the capital. However, this is not surprising. As an internationally renowned chain of hotels, the Pres Hotel must cover an important city like the capital of China.

As soon as he saw Bai Chen entering the hotel, the lobby manager hurried forward.

"Young Master, you are back. Let me take this thing for you."

The lobby manager waited here all day, and he knew very well that the child's identity was so noble that even the young master of the Pres family was respectful to him and even said hello to him. If the child had any dissatisfaction, then he would not have to do the lobby manager.

If this child can be praised, then he will be the general manager of the Asia-Pacific region in the future.

The lobby manager dared not be negligent and wanted to worship Bai Chen as his grandfather.

"No need." Bai Chen waved his hand: "Are those guys back?"

"I stood here for a day and didn't see them back."

The lobby manager followed Bai Chen into the elevator and took the initiative to help Bai Chen press the elevator floor.

"Young Master, do you want to go to the restaurant on the second floor to have something to eat? Or the entertainment area on the third floor? Or if there are other needs, I will do my best... I will meet your requirements."

"No need, please go ahead and go."

"Would you like to arrange dinner below and deliver it to your room?"

"No, if I'm hungry, I'll go eat myself."

The lobby manager was a little helpless. He had contacted this child several times, and the child was so cold.

There is no chance to flatter, and he can't be too explicit.

However, the lobby manager was very enthusiastic and sent Bai Chen to the door of the guest room and opened the door for Bai Chen himself.

The floor where Bai Chen is located was originally able to see most of the capital, but it is still shrouded in smog.

The outside of the window was completely gray, which made Bai Chen feel very uncomfortable.

Don't look at the particles floating in the air as fine as dust, but the total number of particles floating above the entire capital exceeds thousands of tons.

As the capital, such an environment is really inconsistent with the identity of an international metropolis, and Bai Chen came to the rooftop again.

Such air is really not so pleasant. Bai Chen thought about it and began to use the induction technique.

The haze contains a large amount of metal elements, so Bai Chen can easily control it.

However, the capital is too large, which is a big test for Bai Chen.

Bai Chen was not sure whether he could completely control the haze in the entire capital, especially he could not use the Dharma image.

If you use the Dharma phase, there is no problem.

However, nowadays, the strength of the human body alone is obviously greatly reduced.

Soon, a loose sphere began to condense on Bai Chen's head. The sphere was rotating rapidly and driving the surrounding airflow.

Gradually, Bai Chen's power began to spread, ten meters, hundred meters, and thousands of meters...

With the Pres Hotel as the center, a whirlwind began to surround it.

Bai Chen felt that the maximum impact range of his inspiration was only ten kilometers in diameter, and there was still a big gap between the area covering the entire capital, so Bai Chen thought of a way.

That is, through this rotating airflow, the haze outside the inducement is also attracted.

In fact, if the capital could blow a little more wind or be close to the coastline, the air quality would not be so poor.

Bai Chen was as low-key as possible. As the particles and dust attracted more and more, a huge sphere had already gathered on Bai Chen's head.

At this time, because the surrounding haze was completely attracted, the air in the ten-kilometer-diameter field is completely shrouded in dust, with a visibility of no more than ten meters. Ordinary people are almost blind, so Bai Chen, who is standing on the roof of the hotel, is not worried that anyone will see the giant ball above his head.

The air outside was obviously much fresher, and many people looked at the blue sky in surprise.

However, there was a man in the haze, and he looked at the breeze blowing around him in surprise.

He felt that this breeze was not like the gusts formed naturally, but seemed to be someone controlling the wind.

However, the thick fog blocked his senses.

The breeze that passed through the fog brought his clothes across the corner of his clothes, and his figure appeared faintly in the fog: "Amitabha, where is the sage doing this?"

"Bald Donkey." Suddenly, a voice sounded behind this person.

The man turned around and saw the old Taoist standing behind him: "Why are you, the bull's nose? Is this wind you are doing?"

"Fuck, I also came here with a sense of qi, and I still think it's you doing it."

"I am practicing Buddhism. Only Tantra can do this in my Buddhist sect."

"So I said I'm looking up to you." The old Taoist was sloppy and his hair was a little messy. He looked like a beggar and more like a Taoist priest.

The monk standing opposite was wearing casual clothes, but his head was still shining and had scars on his hands, so he didn't look like a monk.

"Forget it, no matter how he does it, this person is not doing evil. Using such a great power to manipulate the energy of heaven and earth is probably a great loss. It is a matter of benefiting the people, which should be considered immeasurable merit." The old Taoist sighed.

"This person sacrifices himself as a man of great righteousness. I want to make friends."

"I don't know if it's an old acquaintance. There are only a few people in the world who can do this, and most of them are people you and I know." The old Taoist said with emotion: "It's not an old person who is close to his life. He realizes that he has not had much time and plans to accumulate some merits to seek some blessings for the next life, right?"

"You have said such a bad deed." The monk said dissatisfiedly. (To be continued)
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