Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

Chapter 517 Strange Disease

No wonder Zhuge Mingkong is so curious about Jiang Xiaochuan's mysterious life experience.

In the international city of Beijing, the six major families are like the six pillars of the sky, firmly supporting the glory and status of the upper class.

And the family surnamed Jiang is impressively on the list!

Zhuge Mingkong, as the heir to the Zhuge family, has been wandering in the upper class society since he was a child, and he knows the children of the aristocratic families in the capital very well.

However, Jiang Xiaochuan's name never rang in his ears, which naturally aroused his curiosity.

At this moment, he had already labeled Jiang Xiaochuan as the illegitimate son of the head of the Jiang family.

In wealthy families, this kind of thing is not uncommon.

Sometimes, for the sake of the family's reputation, interests or various other reasons, the existence of some family members is deliberately concealed and becomes a secret that cannot be told.

Yuan Kaitai and Feng Ying walked side by side, while Zhuge Mingkong held Jiang Xiaochuan.

"Brother Jiang, do you have any connection with the Jiang family in Beijing?"

Zhuge Mingkong probed.

Jiang Xiaochuan was stunned by this question.

Capital? Jiang family? To him, these two words seemed to come from another distant world.

"I do not know."

Jiang Xiaochuan said seriously.

Seeing Jiang Xiaochuan react like this, Zhuge Mingkong was obviously a little surprised.

He originally thought he could hear some inside information or at least some clues from Jiang Xiaochuan.

"really do not know?"

Zhuge Mingkong asked without giving up.

"really do not know."

If Zhuge Mingkong hadn't mentioned it, Jiang Xiaochuan wouldn't even know that there was a family with the same surname as his in the capital.

Zhuge Mingkong was not reconciled. He always felt that Jiang Xiaochuan had too many secrets hidden in him.

So, he asked again: "Do you really not know? Or, is it possible that you are from the Jiang family..."

He deliberately did not say anything further, leaving Jiang Xiaochuan room to think.

Jiang Xiaochuan understood Zhuge Mingkong's hint. He smiled bitterly and said frankly: "Brother Mingkong, I understand what you mean."

"But I can tell you clearly that if you hadn't mentioned it today, I wouldn't have even known that there was a Jiang family in the capital."

Zhuge Mingkong looked at Jiang Xiaochuan's frank eyes, and the doubts in his heart were slightly reduced.

"What about your medical skills?"

Zhuge Mingkong asked again.

"Understood."

While they were talking, several people had already arrived in front of a slightly quaint blue-tiled house.

With an anxious mood, Yuan Kaitai knocked on the door lightly, and the door opened automatically after a moment.

"What are you showing off..."

Yuan Kaitai muttered and walked in first.

The yard was paved with bluestone slabs, and the gaps were covered with moss. A dying willow tree stood in a corner of the yard.

There are three main rooms in the middle. The wooden doors and windows have faded, but the exquisite carvings of the past can still be vaguely seen.

At this moment, a cold and majestic voice came from the back room: "Did anyone bring it here?"

Yuan Kaitai calmed down and responded: "That's natural."

His voice echoed in the empty courtyard, seeming a little lacking in confidence.

After a moment of pause, he said in a neither soft nor hard voice: "Old guy, you'd better have a clue, otherwise..."

"What else?!"

The voice from the back room sounded again, accompanied by a sneer, interrupting Yuan Kaitai's words.

Immediately afterwards, the door seemed to be slowly pushed open by an invisible hand.

The light behind the door gradually brightened, revealing an old man with white hair.

His appearance seemed to freeze the air around him, with an aura that could not be ignored.

The old man has silver hair like snow, with clear roots, shining with the glory of the years.

His face is strong and deep, and every wrinkle seems to tell an extraordinary experience.

Those eyes are like deep lakes, seemingly calm but containing endless majesty.

Qin Xianyun's eyes swept over several people one by one, with a bit of scrutiny and consideration.

When his eyes fell on Zhuge Mingkong, a trace of surprise and joy flashed across his originally majestic face.

"Mingkong, why are you here?"

Zhuge Mingkong was also a little moved. He stepped forward and bowed deeply, "Master, I was passing by here and came to see you."

Qin Xianyun's face showed more joy.

He gently held up Zhuge Mingkong's arm and said, "What do you call me master? I just taught you for a while."

"Even if you teach for a day, you are still a master."

Zhuge Mingkong said seriously, his eyes full of respect and gratitude to Qin Xianyun.

"Haha."

Qin Xianyun was amused by Zhuge Mingkong's serious attitude.

He patted Zhuge Mingkong's shoulder gently and said, "You are a thoughtful person."

Regardless of reminiscing about old times, Zhuge Mingkong looked Qin Xianyun up and down, "I heard that you have a strange disease. Where is the disease?"

Qin Xianyun just waved his hand lightly, "It's just a small problem, it doesn't matter."

"What you have is not a minor problem!"

At this time, Jiang Xiaochuan's voice suddenly sounded.