Super Student's Three-realms Army

Liu Qinghee saw it.    

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofann, who was being escorted by Jia Mingxu and Luo Hongwu, walked over.    

He couldn't help but be astonished.    

"Principal Liu, you are so much older than me."    

"Brat, I don't deserve to be called Master Zhang by you."    

To be honest, ever since he had started teaching at the First People's Hospital.    

He didn't know what was wrong with Liu Qinghee's brain, so he just called him Master Zhang.    

He couldn't stop them even if he wanted to!    

Honestly speaking, even though Luo Hongwu called him Master Zhang, Zhang Xiaofann was still able to take it.    

However, you let an old man over his seventies, with a head full of silver hair.    

Everyday, Master Zhang and Master Zhang screamed as they followed behind him.    

Zhang Xiaofann was unable to bear it.    

"Those who become elders become masters."    

"Master Zhang, he's the descendant of the Ghost sect's Thirteen Needles."    

"Naturally worthy of the title of Master!"    

Liu Qinghee clasped his hands and said with a serious expression.    

Zhang Xiaofann saw Liu Qinghee's stubborn look.    

He knew that he didn't want to be entangled with the other party on this topic, so he changed the topic.    

"Principal Liu, you're here to treat Secretary Luo's illness as well, right?"    

When Zhang Xiaofann saw this, Liu Qinghee also could not help but smile as he cupped his hands and said.    

"Yes, but Secretary Luo's illness …" "Sigh!"    

Liu Qinghee let out a long sigh and said.    

"Master Zhang, you go in and take a look."    

Zhang Xiaofann didn't say anything after hearing that.    

He nodded and walked into the room, once again meeting Luo Qingshan.    

At this moment, Luo Qingshan, although luckily survived the last time from the gates of hell.    

However, it was in the ischemic brain.    

Although Zhang Xiaofann did not suffer any side effects after being saved by him with all his strength, he had used his body's Essence!    

Therefore, it was obvious that Luo Qingshan was not only pale, his face had also lost a lot of weight.    

His eyes were deep, and Zhang Xiaofann was relying on his Fiery Eyes of Truth.    

One could even clearly see the gray fog of death wrapped around the old man's face!    

It seemed like Luo Qingshan's illness was about to reach a critical stage.    

"Master Zhang, you know that my father has a serious heart attack."    

"Furthermore, the heart and brain vessels have always been filled with all sorts of problems."    

"This time, it's the group of people sent by China's 301 military district hospital."    

"As well as Principal Liu, he made a detailed diagnosis of father's body."    

"The consensus was for Father to retire from his current position."    

"Then we can take care of ourselves and rest in peace."    

"Only by doing this will there be a chance for my condition to improve!"    

"But if Father doesn't retreat …"    

Speaking up to here, even Luo Hongwu, who came from a military background, had his eyes turn slightly red.    

"Alright, I understand the situation!"    

When Zhang Xiaofann heard Luo Hongwu's trembling tone, he did not let the other party continue speaking.    

Instead, he directly walked in front of Luo Qingshan.    

A hand directly grabbed Luo Qingshan's wrist.    

Traditional Chinese medicine, if put simply, consisted of four steps.    

"GO!"    

"Smell it!"    

"Ask!"    

"Tch!"    

Looking, I am looking at the color of your face.    

Smell, and sound.    

To ask about the symptoms.    

To feel the pulse.    

Four as one, collectively referred to as four diagnosis