"Grandpa, dad, this is my good brother Xiao Yu!" When he entered the room, he saw the two people sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. Zhuo Simiao pointed at Xiao Yu and said.

"Grandpa Zhuo, Hello Uncle Zhuo, boy Xiao Yu is polite. I heard from my second brother that you both like to drink tea, so I brought some tea!" Hearing Zhuo Simiao's introduction, Xiao Yu bowed slightly and put the bought tea on the table.

"Xiao Xiao! What else do you have to bring when you come to your house? Let's not be an example!" Looking at this young man who is neither humble nor arrogant, humble and polite, Zhuo Simiao's grandfather, General Zhuo Hongxing, said with a smile.

"Xiao Xiao, come here and come here like your own home. Don't be polite!" Zhuo Simiao's father put down the newspaper with glory, stood up with a gentle look on his face.

Looking at the two people in front of him, they were humble and gentle in high positions but had no airs. No wonder the second brother was not as arrogant as the second generation official. It can be seen that the Zhuo family has a good family education and a very strict family tradition.

"Xiao Xiao, have you treated Zhang Dahai's arm?" As soon as Xiao Yu got on the sofa in the living room, Zhuo Guangrong asked.

Zhuo Hongxing also tilted his ears and sounded. He couldn't believe that his family had not been able to pick up his arm after a day of research. Zhuo Hongjun was more or less dissatisfied.

"Well, it's just a lucky person. I've seen the same medical case before!" Xiao Yu nodded and said modestly.

"Oh... No wonder!" Zhuo Hongxing, who was listening next to him, no wonder he could get it well, he thought, no wonder he could get it well, it turned out that he had seen similar medical records. If my Zhuo family had seen similar medical records, it should be able to get it well............... But this young man is not bad. It is considered to be clever to get it well with just one medical case. So he asked casually: "I heard Xiao Miao say that you are the ancestral medical skills, and your family's ancestral bone correction?"

"No, the ancestral Chinese medicine doctor is just a little bit involved in bone prepositioning! Xiao Yu shook his head and said slowly.

"Xiao Xiao, how did you pick up Zhang Dahai? Can you tell us the reason?" Zhuo Guangrong asked suddenly.

"Grandpa, dad..." Zhuo Simiao knew that traditional Chinese medicine, especially the ancestral Chinese medicine family, had unique skills. These skills were often passed down from generation to generation, let alone passed down to apprentices, some of them were even just passed down to their sons but not daughters. So Zhuo Simiao heard his father's question and quickly called out.

Hearing Zhuo Simiao's shouting, Zhuo Guangrong suddenly realized that his problem might involve someone's unique skills, so he said solemnly: "Xiao Xiao, sorry, it's me Meng Lang!"

"Second brother, Zhuo Bo……………………….” Xiao Yu was about to speak but was interrupted by the phone ringing in the living room. Zhuo Simiao ran over and answered the phone: "Is General Zhuo Hongxing at home?"

When Zhuo Simiao heard the phone call to look for his grandfather, he quickly handed the phone to his grandfather: "Hey, hello, I'm Zhuo Hongxing."

"Hello, Mr. Zhuo, I am Xiao Liao of the General Office of the CPC Central Committee. Mr. Zhong suffered a sudden heart attack and was reported to be dangerous!" The man on the phone said hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll go right now!" Zhuo Hongxing put down the phone and said to Zhuo Guangrong: "Lao Ling has another heart attack. It's already reported that she is in danger. You and I will go and have a look."

"Okay, father!" Zhuo Guangrong agreed and prepared to go with his father.

"Xiao Miao, Xiao Xiao, you go with us! Learn something by the way!" Zhuo Hongxing, who walked to the door, called Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu in a strange way.

On the way, Xiao Yu said to the Zhuo family: "Grandpa Zhuo, Uncle Zhuo, you must have heard of Wulin!"

Zhuo Guangrong shook his head blankly, while Zhuo Hongxing nodded and said, "I heard my father talk about martial arts, but I heard my father say that after war and ten years of turmoil, the martial arts has declined and has almost disappeared!" After saying that, he looked at Xiao Yu in a daze and asked, "Are you saying that Zhang Dahai's arm is related to martial arts?"

Xiao Yu nodded and said slowly: "I heard from my grandfather that although after war and ten years of turmoil, the domestic martial arts world did not disappear. Some of the people in the martial arts world moved to the deep mountains and old forests to live a semi-seclusion life, while some moved to the United States. Hong Kong, Macao and Southeast Asian countries were preserved. The injuries Zhang Dahai was injured by the small-stringed and gangster hand technique that was more popular in the southwest areas of the martial arts world at that time."

Xiao Yu paused for a moment and gave everyone some time to digest and continued: "The small-fen-strong bone-bone hand is a simplified version of the Nan Shaolin Fen-strong bone hand and its power is only one-two-tenth of the tensile bone hand. Fortunately, the eldest brother is the small-fen-strong bone hand. If it is a real tensile bone-bone hand, there is no way with my current ability. The eldest brother was injured at the border, which should be done by the disciples who moved abroad in Nan Shaolin.

"Hiss" Zhuo family took a breath of air conditioning. This is the simplified version. If it is a real thorn-dividing hand, then............

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General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army, Special Nursing Unit.

Xiao Yu followed the Zhuo family to the special care unit of the senior officials on the top floor of the General Hospital of the People's Liberation Army. As soon as he got off the elevator, two PLA soldiers were standing guard at the entrance. A man in his forties kept walking back and forth. When he saw Zhuo Hongxing walking out of the elevator, he quickly met him: "Old Zhuo, you are here!" After that, he nodded to Zhuo Guangrong as saying hello. As for Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu, they didn't even look at it.

"Xiao Liao, what's going on? Wasn't it okay in the afternoon?" Zhuo Hongxing asked the man as he walked.

"I don't know very well. After eating something in the evening, Mr. Zhong suddenly fell ill without any signs!" The man named Xiao Liao frowned and thought for a while, shook his head and said.

Xiao Yu and Zhuo Simiao followed the people all the way. With Xiao Yu's keen intuition, they found that every time they walked a short distance, they felt like they were staring at me.

"Old Zhuo, Director Zhuo, Mr. Zhong's condition is temporarily stable, so several experts from the Health Care Bureau are waiting for you to consult in the conference room." Walking to the door of a conference room, the man named Xiao Liao said to Zhuo Hongxing and Zhuo Guangrong. As for Zhuo Simiao and Xiao Yu, they were separated and ignored them, and directly treated them as juniors who had gained knowledge with the elders. He had a slight complaint to Mr. Zhuo. Mr. Zhong is so sick, do you still have the intention to teach the younger generation? Of course, he dare not say this. Although Xiao Liao is not at a low level and is at the level of the director of Mr. Zhong's office, he will be nothing compared with Mr. Zhuo.
Chapter completed!