Leng Xuan used True Qi to examine Zhou Jingpeng's body. It took more than half an hour. After everything was over, he could basically be sure that Zhou Jingpeng's legs were caused by cold diseases. If it is forced out slowly, it will not only consume a lot of infuriating energy, but will also take a lot of time. Immediately, he sighed and told Zhou Jingpeng the results of his own inspection.

   Zhou Jingpeng said: "Is there still a cure?"

  Leng Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "Of course it can be cured, but the time required is too long, at least two or three months, and it should not be interrupted every day, otherwise it will relapse, and then everything will be for naught."

Zhou Jingpeng's face was slightly different, of course he knew that Leng Xuan couldn't ignore him, it must be a little difficult to open his mouth, so he smiled and said, "You must be very busy right now? If so, then it doesn't matter if I drag my legs for a while. Yes, it's been two or three years anyway."

Leng Xuan said angrily: "You also said that if you met me two years ago, I would be able to cure you in an hour, just because it took too long, so it's almost dead now. The time is really busy. If you want to treat you without interruption for two or three months in a row, it may be a little difficult. Well, I will go back first, and I will think of a way at night to see if there is any strong traditional Chinese medicine that can directly drive away the cold. , if there is, then cooperate with my infuriating qi to heal the wound, and you can get twice the result with half the effort. Maybe your disease will be almost better in about half a month. Next, you can eat some traditional Chinese medicine by yourself I don't have to come here in person to recover."

   Zhou Jingpeng was overjoyed and said, "Is this true?" This strange disease has been painful for him for three years, and now he heard Leng Xuan say that he can recover in half a month, so how can he not be excited?

  Leng Xuan smiled slightly and said, "A thousand truths, ten thousand truths, are they enough?"

   Zhou Jingpeng said: "Enough, one true, one true is enough. Haha."

Leng Xuan smiled bitterly. When he was helping Zhou Jingpeng to check just now, he sensed that the phone was vibrating. Looking at the phone, I found that Zhao Xiaotian was calling, with a slightly different expression, so he said, "Okay, it's time for me to go back to school, you can wait for my news at home."

With a "hmm" sound, Zhou Jingpeng suddenly thought of something and said, "Longya, wait a minute. There is one thing I want to ask you."

  Leng Xuan said: "If you have anything, just say it directly, why are you returning the ink marks to me?"

   Zhou Jingpeng smiled and said, "Okay, okay. I'm wondering, why did you appear in this place? Are you here for a mission?"

  Leng Xuan had a melancholy color on his face, and there was still a trace of sadness in his eyes, but this emotion disappeared quickly, and he smiled lightly: "I'll tell you about this later."

Zhou Jingpeng watched his words and expressions, and obviously felt that something bad happened to Leng Xuan, but he understood Leng Xuan's character. If he didn't want to say anything, it was useless to ask. OK then……"

After leaving the room, Leng Xuan found that Zhou Li was sitting outside, reading a book in his hand. After seeing him come out, he stood up and said nervously: "What's the matter, Leng Xuan, my brother legs..."