A cold light shot towards Zhang Shu in Zhou Hongyan's eyes.

"Do you think that because you deceived a few people about their illnesses, I will believe that you have the ability to cure my grandfather?"

She thought to herself: Even if you are not a fake doctor, you are still a shoddy doctor. At such a young age, how good are your medical skills? You actually dare to boast that you can cure her grandfather.

Zhang Shu smiled calmly.

His master had explained Mr. Zhou's condition to him.

It is a rare hereditary heart disease, and its treatment is not difficult for Zhang Shu.

"Don't tell me, I am really sure that I can cure Mr. Zhou's disease." Zhang Shu said confidently.

"Ha! What a shame!" Zhou Hongyan sneered.

"My grandfather's disease has so many doctors that they can't do anything about it. You, a barefoot doctor in your early twenties, dare to guarantee it."

"You're not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue!"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." Zhang Shu turned around and asked Zhou Junwei: "Excuse me, where is Mr. Zhou? I'll go take a look now."

"There's no need for you to take action." Zhou Hongyan replied before Zhou Junwei could.

"My second grandpa brought senior needle king Meng Jingsheng, who is treating my grandpa's illness."

"With King Needle taking action, nothing will happen to you here."

"You can get out now."

Zhang Shu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Junwei.

Zhou Junwei was quite polite: "Before you came, the Acupuncture King was already giving my father acupuncture treatment."

Zhang Shu nodded and said nothing more.

As the saying goes, doctors don't knock on the door. Now that the Zhou family has found someone to help Mr. Zhou heal, he will no longer join in the fun.

Just as Zhang Shu was about to leave, a voice came from inside the first floor.

The two old men walked side by side to the living room.

"Second Grandpa, Senior Needle King, how is my grandfather's condition?" Zhou Hongyan asked anxiously.

Acupuncture King Meng Jingsheng sighed and shook his head slightly: "What a shame! With my current medical skills, I can only temporarily stabilize his condition."

"Lao Meng, you are right. We in the Zhou family are very grateful to you for coming." Another old man next to Meng Jingsheng said politely.

This old man is none other than Dr. Zhou Jiren who appeared at Chu's house yesterday.

"If I can learn the last three needles of Huang Ting Jiugong Acupuncture, then I can cure Mr. Zhou's disease. Unfortunately, the last three needles have been lost." Meng Jingsheng said with some regret.

Zhou Jiren patted Meng Jingsheng and comforted him: "Lao Meng, don't take it to heart, it's all about fate. Maybe one day you will find the instructions for the last three injections."

"I hope so." Meng Jingsheng sighed.

After Zhou Hongyan heard the news, his whole mood hit rock bottom.

Grandpa is the person who dotes on her the most, and no one wants her grandfather to recover more than she does.

"How about... let me try?"

In the living room, Zhang Shu's voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone looked at him.

Zhou Hongyan, however, raised his beautiful eyes and said angrily: "Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to get out?"

"Hongyan!" Zhou Junwei reminded Zhou Hongyan to pay attention to his attitude.

"Who is this?" Zhou Jiren stepped forward and asked.

Zhou Junwei said respectfully: "Second uncle, his name is Zhang Shu. He was asked by his master to help my father with his medical treatment."

"Second Grandpa, this man is a liar. Even Senior Acupuncture King can't do anything about my grandfather's illness. He actually dares to boast that he can cure my grandfather." Zhou Hongyan said with a frosty face.

"Oh..." Meng Jingsheng became interested after hearing this.

He looked at Zhang Shu, then shook his head and said, "Young man, it's not advisable to talk nonsense."

"Why did the old gentleman conclude that I was talking nonsense?" Zhang Shu asked rhetorically.

Meng Jingsheng nodded and replied: "I have been studying medicine with my master since I was a child, and it has been nearly sixty years. I have achieved some success."

"To put it bluntly, my talent in studying medicine is outstanding."

"Even so, the medical skills I have accumulated throughout my life cannot help Mr. Zhou cure his disease."

"I see you are only in your early twenties, so how can you do it?"

"That's right! None of the famous doctors I've seen have developed extraordinary medical skills over time. It's ridiculous for a young boy like you to try to rival the acupuncture king!" Zhou Hongyan said sarcastically.

Zhang Shu shook his head helplessly.

Any skill requires talent, especially medical skills.

Zhang Shu's talent even impressed his master!

"There is no proof for what I say. Let me try and find out if it can be cured." Zhang Shu said with a smile.

Zhou Hongyan suddenly said displeased: "You know who my grandfather is, how can you let you try it casually?"

Zhang Shu sneered and said provocatively: "Why, are you afraid that I will slap you in the face after I cure your grandfather?"

"I'm afraid you'll slap me in the face?"

"No matter how good your medical skills are, you can still be better than Senior Acupuncture King!"

"Don't be so messy in front of me. You can fool others with your little tricks, but you can't hide it from me, Zhou Hongyan!"

Zhou Hongyan never gave in.

Zhou Junwei thought for a while and felt that what Zhou Hongyan said made sense.

Although Zhang Shu was right about his condition just now, Zhang Shu was young after all, and no matter how good his medical skills were, he could not be any better.

Moreover, his father has a special status. If something goes wrong, many people will be responsible.

So, he smiled and said: "Zhang Shu, thank you for coming all the way to see my father. Our Zhou family is very grateful. However, due to my father's special status, he cannot be treated casually. I hope you can understand."

Zhang Shu frowned slightly, obviously Zhou Junwei didn't believe in his medical skills either.

Zhang Shu could only shake his head helplessly and said, "In that case, I'll take my leave."

"Wait!"

Before he had taken two steps, someone stopped him.

Zhou Jiren walked up to Zhang Shu, looked at him for a moment, and then asked tentatively: "Is your name Zhang Shu?"

Zhang Shu nodded.

"Did you go to the Chu family yesterday to see a doctor for the old man of the Chu family?" Zhou Jiren continued to ask.

Zhang Shu was slightly surprised and nodded again.

Zhou Jiren's eyes suddenly lit up and he said excitedly: "Did you leave the bottle of warm blood pills at the Chu family yesterday?"

Zhang Shu hesitated for a moment and nodded again.

"Then... you made the warm blood pills yourself?" Zhou Jiren asked expectantly.

"I made it." Zhang Shu said with a smile.

"Hahaha..." Zhou Jiren suddenly laughed heartily, stepped forward and patted Zhang Shu's arms, saying happily: "Okay! Great!"

Seeing this scene, several people around were stunned.

At this time, Meng Jingsheng also asked in surprise: "Young man, can you make warm-blood pills?"

Zhang Shu was helpless and nodded again.

Meng Jingsheng took a breath.

This warm blood pill is an ancient recipe that has been lost for a long time!

"Lao Meng, I think we can let him go in and try." Zhou Jiren looked at Meng Jingsheng and asked.

After Meng Jingsheng thought about it for a moment, he nodded and said: "If he can make warm-blood pills, it doesn't hurt to let him try it."

"No! We can't let this kid heal my grandpa. What if the cure fails?" Zhou Hongyan jumped out and objected when he heard this.

Zhang Shu stared at Zhou Hongyan and said, "Miss Zhou, since you have such disdain for my medical skills..."

"Then how about I make a bet with you?"
Chapter completed!