C6 (1/2)

Just as Shi Lei was about to decline, Elder Wu had already opened the small case and took out a leather wallet and slowly opened it.

”Gold Needle with Phoenix Tail!” Shi Lei's breath stagnated, and he caught the golden needle in his hand in shock as he gently caressed it.

The phoenix tailed gold needle was said to be's possession, the 108 golden needles held life and death in their hands.

”A sword for a hero, a golden needle for a genius doctor. Sir, please don't decline.” Seeing Shi Lei's shocked expression, Elder Wu broke into a smile.

The Elder Wu spent a large price to exchange this silver needle with an old friend. Now that Shi Lei was satisfied with it, he was immediately overjoyed.

Shi Lei hesitated for a moment, stood up and bowed to Elder Wu, ”Thank you Elder Wu for your gift!”

If it was something else, Shi Lei might not necessarily have taken a fancy to it, but this was a Phoenix Tail Golden Needle that could only be encountered by chance and not sought after.

With this guy on his hands, he would no longer have to worry about his future safety in the future.

”Doctor Shi, I remember that before my father woke up, you said that the sandalwood in the house should be changed. What do you mean by this?” When Shi Lei was immersed in the golden needle, Wu Zhentian's voice woke him up.

Elder Wu glared at Wu Zhentian in displeasure.

”Your family's sandalwood has been added to the red cuckoo. Although this item is used to recuperate one's spirit, long-term use of it is harmful to one's soul. Elder Wu fainted right because of this. ”

After Shi Lei finished speaking, he picked up a pen and paper from the table, bent down to write a prescription, and gave it to Elder Wu, ”Elder Wu, use this recipe to make a sandalwood.

”Good calligraphy!” Elder Wu took the prescription and looked at it, his eyes lighting up.

It was like drawing a silver hook, flowing like the clouds and flowing like the water. Each word was sturdy and strong, but it also had the feeling of an immortal.

Rather than saying that it was a recipe, it would be more accurate to say that it was a good calligraphy piece.

”Sir, this is a set of words from a few days ago. Please give me your palm and eye.” Elder Wu turned slightly and took out a book scroll from the cabinet behind him, then gently laid it flat on the table.

”These are the words of Wang Xizhi's past. It's difficult to find them now.” The Elder Wu said to Shi Lei as he picked up the magnifying glass to once again carefully observe it, including the signature and the bell marks.

Although Shi Lei did not know much about calligraphy, he was still able to read it seriously.

”Elder Wu, you said that this is Wang Xizhi's handwriting?” Shi Lei stood up, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

Elder Wu nodded his head, ”Yes, Wang Xizhi's style has not been fully developed yet.

Shi Lei shook his head slightly, ”Then there's something wrong.”

Seeing Shi Lei shake his head, Wu Zhentian laughed coldly, this piece of word was something that he got himself. He had asked 4 or 5 professors and experts to appraise it, and they all said that it was true.

”Sir, did you notice anything wrong with this word?” Elder Wu looked at Shi Lei, his expression turning serious.

I don't know calligraphy, but from the perspective of medical knowledge, the person who wrote this letter is an old man with an incurable illness. If you were to tell me that this was a work of Wang Xizhi from his earlier days, it would be somewhat against the common sense of the doctors.

”Ridiculous, nonsense!” Wu Zhentian finally could not take it anymore and scolded his.