Uncle Cao had already picked up the teacup, but when he heard Liu Xiaojun asking about his condition, he paused.

"You, how do you know?"

"Don't forget, I'm a doctor." Liu Xiaojun looked calm, not pretending at all.

"Traditional Chinese Medicine? Are such young traditional Chinese medicine practitioners reliable these days?"

Uncle Cao asked without thinking.

Indeed, no matter what era, Chinese medicine practitioners of this age are mostly not recognized.

Everyone just thinks that in the field of traditional Chinese medicine, the older you get, the more popular you become.

Liu Xiaojun gently skimmed off the foam with the tea lid. It seemed that Uncle Cao didn't believe in him.

Then, I have to say something that will make him believe it.

"Uncle Cao, you have a tumor in your brain."

As soon as these words were spoken, Uncle Cao immediately stood up from his chair.

"How do you know!"

"Don't forget, I'm a Chinese medicine doctor." Liu Xiaojun ignored Uncle Cao's excitement and sighed lightly.

When Uncle Cao heard this, he looked a little lonely.

"The doctor said that if I don't have surgery, I won't live for many years. But even if I do, the survival rate is not high. After all, I'm an old man..."

"You are a Chinese medicine doctor, then you..."

Uncle Cao originally wanted to ask Liu Xiaojun if he could treat it, but seeing that Liu Xiaojun was so young, he felt that he was wishful thinking.

"Forget it, forget it. You definitely can't do it. I'd better not rush into any treatment. My son has visited many famous Chinese medicine doctors for me over the years, but they are all helpless. Why should I embarrass a junior like you?"

"Speaking of which, thank you very much for what happened today. If it weren't for you, I would have died long ago. I will remember this kindness, old man. Don't you work in that street office? I'll ask my son to tell his subordinates to take care of you someday."

Then, without waiting for Liu Xiaojun to say anything, he was about to go out.

"No need for your care for now, but don't leave in a hurry, old man. Wait a minute!"

Uncle Cao's words left Liu Xiaojun speechless. This man was so impatient that he didn't even give himself time to speak.

Does this mean he is no longer capable?!

"Master, I can treat your illness, but the herbs I need are hard to find. I need 500-year-old ginseng, which is not something you can get just by having money."

"What? You said you can cure it?" When the old man heard this, he immediately turned back after turning away.

"You're not trying to trick my old man, are you?"

Liu Xiaojun was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"No, who would risk their medical career to lie?"

"But I won't treat you for free. I have one condition."

When Mr. Cao heard that his disease could be cured, the first thing that came to his mind was not happiness, but doubt.

After all, his son holds a high-ranking official position, and these days there are many people who approach his son by saying they can cure their illnesses.

Now that he heard that Liu Xiaojun's treatment was conditional, he subconsciously lumped Liu Xiaojun together with those people.

But considering that Liu Xiaojun had treated him and taught him how to fish before, he suppressed his temper and asked.

"What conditions? If it has anything to do with my son, I won't agree to it."

After hearing this, Liu Xiaojun really wanted to distract the old man and ask him if he had paranoid delusions!

But he said helplessly: "Uncle Cao, where are you going? I want to ask, if I cure you, can you stay in my factory and help me teach these fitters."

My factory was established not long ago, and it doesn't seem to have much business for now. However, I recently came up with some new inventions, which may help me get a good order.

By then, I'm worried that those guys won't be strong enough to make such precise parts, and that's when you, old man, will be needed.

Besides, your car repair skills are so great. If I hire you to work in the factory, I will have a car repair master by my side at all times.

All in all, I made quite a profit this time!

"That's it?" When Old Man Cao heard this, he knew that he almost misunderstood Liu Xiaojun again.

At this moment, he felt extremely guilty, and his expression was full of confusion.

"Xiaojun, I'm so sorry. I almost misunderstood you again."

"It's okay. I know you didn't mean it."

As he spoke, Liu Xiaojun took out a pen and paper from his jacket pocket and wrote down several hard-to-find herbs in a notebook.

Five hundred year old ginseng, three hundred year old or older Ganoderma lucidum,...

There were a bunch of densely written notes on a piece of paper. It would cost at least more than 10,000 yuan these days.

Liu Xiaojun was also worried. If the old man didn't have enough money, or if his family didn't agree to treatment, it would be difficult to deal with.

"Here, take this list back. Once you've prepared all the necessary herbs, you can come back to see me. But there's one thing: once the treatment begins, you can't stop it. Otherwise, it will be detrimental to the next treatment!"

"become."

Uncle Cao took the paper filled with precious medicinal herbs and took a look at it. His expression became more and more excited, but he put the things in his pocket and said nothing.

Liu Xiaojun looked at the old man's expression and had a feeling in his heart that these medicinal herbs might not be a difficult task for him.

That’s easy!

......

In the evening, in Uncle Cao’s living room.

Uncle Cao's son, Cao Dajun, looked at the note his father handed over and threw it on the table with a bang.

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