"Master Guanzhao, can't you even do anything about Master An's illness?"
Seeing the figure disappearing under the steps, the little Taoist couldn't help but look at Li Qingyuan.
"Big hospitals can't do anything, so what can an experienced doctor do? An Xiaoyou himself knows this, but he just doesn't want to give in."
The old Taoist priest put his hands in his sleeves and looked calm.
Medical skills are the same as boxing skills.
If the Daxuan Army has the most experts, then naturally the doctors with the most skillful medical skills are also in major hospitals.
He has only treated thousands of people in his lifetime. A doctor in a large hospital can treat far more people in one year.
It’s not just the difference between instruments and drugs.
If we were not really desperate, how could we hope to find a solution among the people.
"Then Jushi An, isn't it..."
The little Taoist priest felt some pity.
"Life and death are determined by heaven. Destiny is unpredictable. No matter who you are, this day will happen."
The old Taoist priest sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the Taoist temple:
"Instead of seeking immortality, it is better to seize the moment and live without regrets."
"No regrets......"
The little Taoist priest glanced at the foot of the mountain where no one could be seen, and suddenly said loudly:
"Master Guan, I want to go down the mountain!"
........
Although there were still many ideas he wanted to try, An Qisheng still did not try immediately. His body was not strong enough to allow him to continue tossing.
After descending from Tianlian Mountain and arriving at the city closest to Tianlian Mountain, the sky had already dimmed, and the afterglow of the setting sun was scattered among the tall buildings, and was immediately covered by the bright lights.
Xuanxing is not as bright as the technology of the previous earth in An Qisheng's dream, but it is still gorgeous enough.
As far as the eye can see, there are rows of tall buildings with shining lights, towering into the night.
Over the past year, An Qisheng has traveled to many temples and holy mountains. Now that he decided to end his journey and return to prosperity, he felt a little like he was in another world.
Three Hundred Years of Daxuan not only accommodates overseas culture, but also retains the ancient charm of three hundred years of history.
Ancient temples and high-rise buildings coexist, and both mysterious clothes and suits are available.
Without staying in this strange city, An Qisheng took a taxi and went straight to the train station. Soon after, he got on the train home.
"Son, are you coming back?"
The mother's cautious voice of joy came from the mobile phone.
"Well, we'll be there today. Mom, don't worry, just go to bed early."
An Qisheng felt a little uncomfortable.
Since he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, his parents have always been careful to accommodate him.
It’s up to you to take a break from school, and it’s up to you to travel.
"There are many people on the train, so take care of yourself and get home safely. Mom will make you your favorite hairy crabs and braised pork..."
Listening to the nagging voice on the other end of the phone, An Qisheng couldn't help but half-close his eyes to cover his tears.
I can't get enough of such long-winded words.
"Little brother."
Just after hanging up the phone, a middle-aged man with a suitcase came forward and took out his ticket to signal.
An Qisheng stood up. He didn't buy a window ticket.
The middle-aged man put down his hands and bowed, sat down, and said with a familiar smile: "Where are you from, little brother?"
"People from Xing City."
An Qisheng replied, not having much conversation.
"My little brother is also from Xing City, and I am from Cang City."
The middle-aged man noticed that An Qisheng was not interested in talking, so he replied without saying much.
He took out his phone and opened the cached video to watch.
An Qisheng glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was a recently released movie, telling the story of Gu Changfeng, a strange man from three hundred years ago.
"Tsk! It's this kind of drama again."
A young man opposite glanced at the screen. At this time, the protagonist playing Gu Changfeng was killing everyone on the screen. He couldn't help but sneered:
"In addition to consuming our patriotism over and over again, what else can the current film and television industry do to insult our intelligence?"
"What do you want to say?"
The middle-aged man took off his headphones and looked at the young man, his expression a little ugly.
"Is not it?"
The young man didn't care about his companion's whispered persuasion, and his voice became louder:
"I also admire Mr. Gu's character, but is such a bottomless deification really worthy of Mr. Gu's sacrifice?"
"enough!"
The middle-aged man's face darkened, with a hint of anger:
"You don't understand Mr. Gu or martial arts at all!"
"You don't understand modern weapons!"
Young people never give in:
"I'm afraid your knowledge of modern weapons is limited to the anti-Japanese drama. Do you know how fast bullets can fire? Do you know that a powerful firearm can cut a person in two with one shot?"
"Perhaps you think that having feelings is more important than anything else? That you are invincible if you have feelings?"
"you!"
The middle-aged man's face turned red.
The argument between the two attracted everyone in the carriage away from their mobile phones, and some even picked up their mobile phones and started recording videos.
The debate between martial arts and modern weapons has always been a point of greatest concern to Daxuan people.
Although martial arts schools have long declined in controversy with the development of science and technology, this debate has never stopped.
"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu was the best in boxing, but he didn't die under gunfire, cannon fire, or airplane fire? This has already explained everything!"
Young people are unforgiving and their words are as sharp as a knife:
"Now that Mr. Chui is tearing apart a tank with his own hands and one man becomes an army, don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"call!"
The middle-aged man's chest rose and fell, and the flush on his face slowly disappeared:
"I don't care about anything else you say. If you say Mr. Gu, then I must teach you what martial arts is."
"Oh? You still want to hit me?"
The young man stood up suddenly:
"Come on, come on, am I, Wang Anfeng, still afraid of you?"
"good!"
The middle-aged man nodded and was about to get up.
"well."
An Qisheng sighed and reached out to hold the middle-aged man's wrist:
"Brother, please think about it. Fighting is against the law. If you disrupt the order of the train, you will be detained. If you beat him here, you will spend the New Year in the detention center."
Although his boxing skills have disappeared a lot as his body becomes weak, his eyesight has still improved.
Although this middle-aged man is thin, his muscles and bones are strong, and his hands are covered with thick calluses. It is obvious that he is quite skilled in foreign boxing.
When the two of them really started to fight, the young man named Wang Anfeng would probably have no effect on any other part of his body except his voice.
"Wang Anfeng, you psycho, what do you want to do?! Tell me, how many times have I accompanied you to the detention center?!"
The young man's companion also became angry and grabbed Wang Anfeng's hand:
"Sooner or later, I'll let you bastard trick you to death!"
Daxuanwu is very popular, but at the same time, security is also very strict. Once a fight breaks out, everyone must be detained, regardless of right or wrong.
"Li Yan, let me go!"
Wang Anfeng felt a little guilty when his companion yelled at him, and he was pressed down on his seat by his companion. The sound was loud, but he didn't really struggle.
"I....."
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and hesitated.
"I have been working hard outside for a year, and the Chinese New Year is almost here, so I have to think about my children."
An Qisheng patted him on the shoulder:
"You are no longer old enough to be brave and fierce, so why are you fighting with a child?"
Is he a child?
The middle-aged man twitched the corner of his mouth, your face is much more tender than his.
"I'm sorry, brother, my friend is too impulsive."
Li Yan smiled bitterly and apologized for his companion.
The middle-aged man unclenched his fists and put on his headphones again without even looking at Wang Anfeng.
"child?"
Wang Anfeng snorted twice and glared at An Qisheng, but he still endured it under the fire-breathing eyes of his companion.
Everyone in the carriage didn't see the excitement and dispersed.
An Qisheng was naturally too lazy to pay attention to Wang Anfeng. He leaned on his seat and glanced at the middle-aged man's mobile phone screen with his peripheral vision.
At this time, the movie has ended, and the deeds of Gu Changfeng, a strange man of a generation, are scrolling on the black screen.
and dates of birth and death.
