This word!!

This skill!

this……!

At this time, Liu Zhongyuan seemed to have forgotten that his son was terminally ill.

Su Mu eloquently wrote a long list of names of medicinal materials, many of which Gong Yangqing had never even heard of.

Then he put down the brush.

"What's wrong with you?"

There was dead silence in the room.

The teacher's brother, teacher's nephew, and Liu Zhongyuan all stared at the note he wrote for an instant.

"Ahem, old gentleman...!"

Liu Zhongyuan suddenly woke up.

He directly grabbed Su Mu's hand, trembling with excitement:

"Miracle doctor! No, no, no! Master, are you willing to write a painting for me? You can set the price as you like, one billion US dollars, how about it?"

Su Mu broke away awkwardly:

"Haha, old sir, let's treat the disease first, and let's talk about the other things... later."

Gong Yangqing stood aside and couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

Senior Brother is no longer shocked.

When he went to North America with him, he stayed at Ning Erxian's house in Huaiyuan Hall. He was shocked and numb.

My senior brother is also very depressed.

This little senior brother is doing nothing all day long.

But that's all if people don't take action.

Once he takes action, he is basically aiming to kill people.

Not to mention martial arts and picking up girls.

The only medical skill is calligraphy.

It's really weird, this kid, even if he started practicing calligraphy from his mother's womb, it would be impossible.

All I can say is that he is a genius.

Liu Zhongyuan held the list and left as if he had found a treasure.

He left Liu Ming directly in Mufeng Hall.

Of course, there is no need to worry about safety issues, as there are naturally strong enough bodyguards and service teams.

Su Mu called Gong Yangqing to the teahouse aside and asked with a half-smile:

"Brother, there is something wrong with Liu Zhongyuan."
Chapter completed!