Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Chapter 410 407 Medicine and Taoism are inseparable

"Are you injured too? You don't look like it." Director Zhuang stared at Fu Minghui again.

When he looked at people, they always felt frozen in time. But strangely, he didn't make people feel disgusted at all.

Probably, because there was no aggression in that look, but rather a hint of compassion.

At this moment, listening to Director Zhuang talking about her aura and so on, I suddenly felt that the saying really made sense: medicine and philosophy are inseparable.

Medicine, when it reaches its extreme, has a bit of metaphysical elements.

And some aspects of metaphysics are also connected with medicine.

Mr. Zhuang’s office is divided into two parts, inside and outside, which are also separated by glass in the middle.

"Sit down, little girl, and pour yourself some tea." Director Zhuang said kindly to Fu Minghui, then took Luo Zhao into the room at the back.

Fu Minghui didn't want to drink, so he sat down on the sofa closest to the door so that he could see what was going on in the inner room.

Luo Zhao sat on the bed and lifted up his shirt.

Well, the abdominal muscles are indeed perfect, like sculptures.

Going further up, his chest muscles are also well-shaped, connected to his broad and powerful shoulders.

Forget it, turn around and stop looking, or you’ll be exposed.

Fu Minghui forced her head to turn and stood up, and found that the glass partition was very soundproof. She couldn't hear anything anyway, so she simply pretended to look at the group photo on the bookshelf next to her.

Nowadays, everyone uses mobile phones and cloud storage to store photos. Such serious photos framed and neatly arranged give people an old-fashioned temperament.

Fu Minghui stopped in front of a photo and found that the people in the photo were Zhuang Chu and Luo Zhao.

Luo Zhao was still very young at that time, just like a college graduate. His face looked a little raw, but his tough and steady temperament, as well as his handsome eyebrows and eyes, were already revealed.

But it turns out that some men become more handsome as they get older. He is more attractive now than when he was young.

Looking to the side again, there was still a photo of Luo Zhao and Zhuang Chu.

That photo should have been taken not long ago, because Luo Zhao in the photo looks and has the same temperament as he does now.

The difference is that there are three men standing behind them in the photo: one middle-aged and two young men.

They were all smiling, with white teeth, dark skin and bright sunshine.

Seeing such a good-looking group of people, Fu Minghui suddenly felt sad.

I don’t know why, but she has suddenly become very sensitive recently, and can always empathize with many things through ordinary things. Could it be that something has changed with her supernatural powers?
It was a mystery, and she was counting on Chi Xin to help her solve it.

While she was looking at the photos, Luo Zhao and Mr. Zhuang were having a different conversation in the compartment.

"Your injuries are recovering well." Old Zhuang said as he held a special instrument and took pictures of Luo Zhao's ribs, chest and abdomen, while looking at the immediate images.

"So, it can be put to practical use?" Luo Zhao asked. But Zhuang Lao shook his head, "Without sufficient data support, it cannot be put into use directly. You are so eager to recover that you are willing to be a guinea pig."

He signaled Luo Zhao to put down his clothes. "Besides, your physique is healthier and stronger than ordinary people. In fact, your data is not comparable. You also say that others have superpowers, but doesn't your physique count as a superpower? You are born with a strong physique, and your strength, speed, and five senses are far superior to ordinary people. You also have the recovery ability of a dog."

After hearing the last sentence, Luo Zhao couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't refute.

The old man can say whatever he wants, there is nothing wrong with dogs...

"I have always been worried that your direct use of unapproved treatments would have negative effects. Now that you have proven that you can withstand this level of foreign matter, I am relieved. Next time, perhaps we can try it on a small scale for people with inferior physical conditions."

Luo Zhao was noncommittal.

Old Zhuang signaled with his eyes, "What do you want me to check on that little girl? Don't tell me she's injured. Her Qi and blood are fine, there's no blockage at all, so she's obviously not injured."

What Fu Minghui outside didn't know was that Zhuang was a top expert in both Chinese and Western medicine. For Chinese medicine, observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation are common, and face-to-face diagnosis is also a diagnosis.

"Something strange happened to her. I hope you have the appropriate equipment to check it." Even inside the house, Luo Zhao lowered his voice.

After he finished expressing his doubts, Mr. Zhuang also showed a solemn expression.

"Do you know what it would mean if your suspicions were confirmed?" Mr. Zhuang's seriousness was tinged with regret.

"I hope I am wrong. This is the first time in my life that I hope so." Luo Zhao was also very serious.

Mr. Zhuang nodded and said, "It's good that you know. But you trust an old man like me."

Luo Zhao smiled and said, "Besides the director and my men, I only trust you. I don't doubt everyone, even if there are bad guys among my comrades. But if everyone doubts me, I don't know what the meaning of what I insist on and believe in is."

"Your rock-solid faith is something that ordinary people don't have. I can understand why your director likes you the most." Old Zhuang sighed, "Okay, the high-tech equipment over there is not difficult for me. Go call that little girl in and I'll help her check."

When Luo Zhao stood up, he said, "From her appearance, I can see that she is kind-hearted, gentle and honest. Such people are rare these days. I heard that she is from a wealthy family, which makes her even rarer. She is in a room full of orchids but sympathizes with the wind and rain. She is in a high place but can see the muddy ground below. She has good character. She is also good-looking. Old people like this kind of girl who looks round and kind."

Judging from the tone, it sounds like an old man introducing a blind date to a younger generation in the family.

Luo Zhao stumbled, but didn't stop. He went out and brought Fu Minghui in.

"Are you nervous?" Mr. Zhuang glanced at Fu Minghui.

Fu Minghui nodded honestly, "I feel like my blood pressure has skyrocketed. I have white coat syndrome and I get nervous when I see a doctor. Not to mention a top medical expert like you."

"You can talk, I like to listen." Mr. Zhuang smiled and said, "Hurry up and lie down. I need to give you a simple physical examination. The director of your first department is worried about you going in and out of the border so frequently."

He even found a casual but unquestionable excuse for Luo Zhao's behavior.

Fu Minghui lay down quietly, thinking: Is it time to get a permanent job? So I need a physical examination? Otherwise, Luo Zhao followed her to the border this time, so doesn't he know if she was injured?

Was it because she always felt her head was swollen? What information did Taoist Master Fu Bo instill in her mind at that time? She had thought that it was an instruction to Golden Haired Girl, and that he was using her to convey his words to the living world.

Now I feel like it’s not all…

"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Old Zhuang took out something like a magnifying glass, but without a lens. It was a chip instead. He passed it over Fu Minghui's body, even covering the soles of his feet and the top of his head.