My son-in-law

Chapter 47

In the auction, valuable items will appear as the finale, and other things will be arranged in the middle. From this point, it can be seen that Sun Hao really cares about Qin Chuan.

"Thank you very much." Qin Chuan said.

"We're all brothers, you don't have to be polite." Sun Hao said with a smile.

The auction started, and some people in the audience began to raise placards and bid.

"220 million!"

"240 million!"

"260 million!"

The atmosphere of the auction was extremely intense, and the bidding price was constantly rising.

Everyone who participated in the auction was red-eyed, and everyone had confidence in the blue and white porcelain vase, so the price also skyrocketed.

"350 times!"

"350 times!"

"350, deal!"

The auctioneer made the final decision, and the price was fixed at 350 million yuan!

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief. He found that he, the seller, was even more nervous than the buyer, but the price far exceeded his expectations.

……

The entire auction lasted for three hours, and it was already late at night when it ended.

Before leaving, a staff member came to Sun Hao and Qin Chuan with relevant procedures.

Sun Hao directly handed it over to Qin Chuan, and then said with a smile: "The handling fee is revealed, and there are 340 million in the card. Are you satisfied with the result?"

Qin Chuan smiled and nodded: "Thank you for today, I will treat you later!"

Sun Hao shook his head with a smile: "Forget about today, I'll arrange a driver to take you back."

Sitting in the car, Qin Chuan's excitement was indescribable. From being a son-in-law to owning millions by himself, this feeling was more exciting than winning the lottery.

In the early morning, when Qin Chuan walked into the living room, Shen Bing, who was lying on the sofa, stood up sleepily.

Seeing this scene, Qin Chuan was very distressed.

"Why don't you go back to sleep?" Qin Chuan said softly.

"I heard from Dad that you went to the auction, and I couldn't sleep, so I waited for you here."

how do you feel? "Shen Bing said again.

"That's right, it's very novel and exciting to participate in for the first time." Qin Chuan said with a smile.

After speaking, Qin Chuan saw a pack of instant noodles on the table.

"You didn't eat?" Qin Chuan asked, pointing.

A blush flashed across Shen Bing's face and he said, "Oh, I'm afraid you'll be hungry when you go home, and I don't know how to cook, so I prepared a bag for you."

Qin Chuan's heart warmed, and those words touched the softest part of his heart.

"I'm really hungry."

After speaking, Qin Chuan walked towards the kitchen with instant noodles.

Shen Bing followed to the kitchen, looking at Qin Chuan's busy figure, she suddenly found that the boy who can cook is quite attractive.

"Why didn't I find out before!" Shen Bing murmured.

The next day, Qin Chuan came to the hospital consultation room.

When he opened the door, Bai Qingqing had cleaned the office spotlessly and even bought him breakfast.

There are only Qin Chuan and Bai Qingqing in the first internal medicine room. Although there are few people, they don't feel deserted.

"Brother Chuan, what kind of car did you buy?" Bai Qingqing asked.

"Guess." Qin Chuan laughed.

"Tch, you're still playing mystery with me, show me your car keys." Bai Qingqing said.

Just as the two were joking, there was a knock on the door.

"Excuse me, is Doctor Qin Chuan here?"

As soon as the words fell, a slightly stooped old man walked in.

When Qin Chuan saw the other party, he hurriedly stood up and went to greet him.

"Master, please come in!"

It was the old man Qin Chuan met in the antique market who walked in, and he was pushing a wheelchair, on which sat a middle-aged man with a dull expression.

After seeing Qin Chuan, the old man hurried forward and asked, "Doctor Qin, I'm sorry to disturb you. I wonder if what you said that day is true?"

Qin Chuan nodded and smiled, "Of course, can I still lie to you?"

The old man breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, but when he saw his son's appearance, he frowned again.

"This is my son Dajun. The antiques were sold that day to get medicine for his illness." The old man said.

Qin Chuan looked at the army. Judging from his complexion, he was in a very bad state of mind.

Seeing Qin Chuan frowned, the old man sighed and said, "He was diagnosed with femoral head necrosis when he was a teenager, and he has never stood up since then."

After finishing speaking, the old man stared at Qin Chuan, muttering in his heart.

"Judging by his appearance, he is only 20 years old. He probably just graduated from university. In addition, this is still a traditional Chinese medicine hospital. Western medicine with advanced equipment in big cities is useless. Can he really do it?"

Qin Chuan seemed to see the old man's concerns, so he smiled and pushed the wheelchair to the treatment room.

Qin Chuan sat beside Dajun, and then pressed his finger on the pulse of his left hand, feeling the beating frequency, and he quickly made a judgment.

"The lower limbs are flaccid and weak, the tongue coating is thin and white, and the pulse is sinking and weak. The syndrome of traditional Chinese medicine is weak muscles and bones." Qin Chuan said.

The old man couldn't understand the technical terms in Qin Chuan's mouth. In his heart, he only cared about whether his son's illness could be cured.

"Then hope?" asked the old man.

Qin Chuan nodded: "I said, everything is on me."

Hearing this sentence, the old man was very excited, but then calmed down again. So many experts and professors can't cure the disease, can the young Qin Chuan really do it?

Under the dubious eyes of the old man, Qin Chuan hugged Dajun to the bed.

After some preparation, the treatment began.

I saw Qin Chuan holding a silver needle, and piercing Dajun's acupuncture point at an extremely fast speed.

Within a breath, Dajun's body was covered with silver needles. This scene shocked the old man, the speed was unbelievable.

"Burn the mountain fire, start!"

Qin Chuan performed the Shennong formula silently, and then poured his true energy into the silver needle.

Dajun lying on the bed was expressionless and had no hope of curing his illness, especially when Qin Chuan was so young.

Just when he was feeling sad, he suddenly felt a heat flow in his body, and it was heading towards his legs rapidly.

After sitting in a wheelchair for so many years, the meridians of his legs have already been blocked, and this numb feeling makes Da Jun feel very comfortable.

With the continuous infusion of zhenqi, the feeling of tingling and numbness is also increasing, and soon there is already a tingling feeling.

Dajun's paralyzed face finally began to change, and when the heat continued to hit, Dajun couldn't help but screamed.

"what!"

Seeing the heart-piercing shouts of the army, the old man hurried forward to stop them, but was stopped by Bai Qingqing.

"Don't worry, it's okay!" Bai Qingqing said in a low voice.

At this time, Dajun's body was already soaked in sweat, and under the impact of the heat, his legs actually began to shake slightly.

Qin Chuan was still twirling non-stop, his forehead was covered with thin beads of sweat, but his breathing was still very gentle.

Half an hour later, Qin Chuan stopped, and he quickly pulled out the silver needle.

At this time, Da Jun had already struggled out of the pain, and his eyes were full of shock, because he found that his legs had already felt.

"I... my leg... I can feel it!" Da Jun shouted tremblingly.