The Three Realms of Super Students

Although Cheng Shikai's oral listing showed a very innocent look, Cheng Shikai's heart was dark.

After all, although this ** has made his elder brother Zhang Xiaofan pretend to go--

But as Zhang Xiaofan's younger brother Cheng Shikai, he often saw the past with unscrupulous smiles, and Tai Shan collapsed without changing his face.

At this time, he was just surprised by his elder brother's short words, after seeing a ghostly look, Cheng Shikai's heart was also cool, don't ...

"Oh ... this is a real person who doesn't show up, it's not real!"

"Little brother, what you said earlier is exactly the same as my actual illness."

"Even the clinical symptoms not even detected by the chief physicians of the top three hospitals have been seen by the little brother ..."

Having said that, Sun Mingcheng sighed again, his face full of sorrow, said.

"However, I have checked everything here, but I still haven't checked the cause."

"And the doctors in those hospitals also said that my sleep quality has been too poor recently, and prescribed some Chinese patent medicines to help me sleep, but with little effect."

"Now, I feel like my body is directly aged two or thirty years old overnight, and the whole person has an old-fashioned, old-fashioned feeling ..."

As he said these words, Sun Mingcheng's complexion became more and more sullen. He shook his head and raised his head again to look at Zhang Xiaofan. In his tone, he couldn't help but feel a little bit nervous and nervous.

"Little brother, look ... see what kind of illness I have ?!"

"You said ... you said my grandson wouldn't be ... wouldn't it be incurable ..."

Although Sun Mingcheng didn't make his words clear at this time, the meaning he wanted to express in the speech was also very obvious.

"Oh ... Mr. Sun, you don't have to be so worried."

"After my initial diagnosis, I can see that you can't talk about a major illness or even an incurable disease. This should be a minor problem ..."

When talking, Zhang Xiaofan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, indifferently, said.

"Little ... little problem ?!"

Hearing Zhang Xiaofan's words, Sun Mingcheng wondered whether his ears were wrong. His mouth was greatly opened into an o-shape because of the surprise in his heart, and his chin was almost not directly hit the ground.

You know, I haven't said anything else in the recent period of time, just because the illness on my body really tortured the whole person.

Not to mention, there are not 100 hospitals in the size and size of the top three hospitals that Sun Mingcheng ran during this time, and there must be dozens of them.

Among them, those traditional Chinese medicines that have been well-known among the Chinese medical profession in recent days, and Western medicines have more than two palms.

However, even these top three hospitals with well-equipped medical equipment and powerful medical resources, as well as Chinese medicine experts at home and abroad, experts in western medicine, and famous doctors are helpless strange diseases-

When he came to the mouth of this young man, it was a "little problem" that was not worth mentioning. It seemed that just waving his hand would cure the strange disease that had troubled Sun Mingcheng for a long time ...