It was already dark soon. Young Master Zhang got up and was about to go back. He couldn't help but shake his head secretly, showing a helpless look on his face.

I have been busy in the wasteland for a while, but I have only found a few seeds of grass-drenched orchids, and there is no reaction in the central spirit gathering array. In other words, I have found nothing.

If the only thing worthy of gratitude is that the spiritual energy level in the soil becomes significantly stronger within the range of the Spirit Gathering Array, which should be a good momentum.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang suddenly received a call, which showed an unfamiliar number. Mr. Zhang just took a look, but did not take it seriously, and directly pressed the answer button.

For Mr. Zhang, there is no call that cannot be answered yet.

"Are you a doctor?" The other side of the phone was very simple, and a low, slightly hoarse voice asked straight to the point.

From this voice, you can tell that the other party is a middle-aged man about 40 to 50 years old, and he has no success and must have suffered serious lung injuries.

This person must have called him after watching his advertisement on TV. However, he only left the address of a clinic here in the Wasteland at that time, but he did not leave his mobile phone number. It was quite powerful that this person could get his mobile phone number so quickly.

"Yes." Mr. Zhang didn't say anything nonsense and answered bluntly. Now he has complete documents and someone needs a medical license.

The other party was stunned. It was obvious that he didn't expect such awesome advertising slogans, but he turned out to be such a young voice. After two or three seconds, he stopped and asked without much confidence in the confirmation of the nature and asked, "Then can you cure the disease?"

"Yes!" Mr. Zhang still answered brittlely. Although the voice was not loud, the strong confidence inside was fully revealed.

"What disease can you cure?"

"All diseases."

The other party was stunned again. Mr. Zhang was so angry that it was obviously beyond the man's expectations again. Mr. Zhang could even hear a noise from the receiver. It should be that the man's hand trembled and almost threw the phone to the ground.

Maybe he realized that his tone was a little louder, Mr. Zhang added: "Of course, I can't treat the corpse."

There was another noise on the other side of the earpiece.

Then the sound in the receiver disappeared suddenly. The person there covered the receiver. It should have been discussing with someone else. After more than ten seconds, the man said again: "I want to see you first. Now, there are still people who cannot see you. I want to see you secretly."

Young Master Zhang did not hesitate and nodded in agreement. The two hung up the phone and said they would meet at the clinic address left on the TV commercial. Young Master Zhang called Han Mengyi and told her that she might go back later. Then she asked Chen Jin and others to go back first, then leaned against the sofa and waited for the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man said that he met Mr. Zhang "now", but he came late after more than an hour. I don't know where he came from, and seeing his dusty appearance, he seemed to be very anxious.

This is a middle-aged man with all his hair white, his face full of vicissitudes and dust, especially his eyes, which are full of life and worldly affairs, and indescribable heaviness and depth. This is a person who has truly experienced life and death.

"Are you that person?" After the middle-aged man arrived, he glanced around with great alertness, observed the surrounding environment quietly, and then asked Mr. Zhang directly.

Mr. Zhang didn't say anything nonsense and nodded.

The middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise. Although he could hear from the phone that Zhang Dashen was not very young, he did not expect that Zhang Dashen would be so young. If the middle-aged man had not had countless experiences in his life and had extraordinary professionalism, he would have thought that Zhang Dashen was a liar.

"My surname is Yu, you can call me Mr. Yu or Uncle Yu." The middle-aged man immediately reported himself to his house, and Young Master Zhang immediately said, "Boy Zhang Tian."

The middle-aged man nodded and said nothing.

At this time, Mr. Zhang's spiritual consciousness swept through the middle-aged man. Sure enough, he found that the middle-aged man's lungs had old injuries and even the internal alveoli were congested. The problem was a bit difficult, but it was not an incurable disease. It could be cured in some large hospitals. I don't know why he came to him secretly.

"Your left lung lobe was seriously injured three or four years ago." Mr. Zhang spoke at this time, his face casually, "It's not a big deal. I can completely cure you without leaving any sequelae."

After hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately looked surprised. At the beginning, he was still surprised and didn't believe that Young Master Zhang could have the ability to cure diseases, but who would have thought that he would stand in front of others and then say a few words. This man actually saw that there was something wrong with his lungs.

Not only that, but I also saw that my lungs were a problem that fell three or four years ago. It was simply amazing!

"You are right. I was indeed shot in my lungs four years ago!" The middle-aged man said with an excited look, and he came with a hint of excitement.

"Since you have found me, I believe you know that the cost here is very high. In a word, 200,000 yuan, I promise to cure you." Young Master Zhang said to the middle-aged man confidently.

The main reason is that he likes this middle-aged man, not as annoying as those guys Liuzi, so he just needs 200,000 yuan.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "I have a bad life, it doesn't matter whether it is cured or not. I have a friend whose spine has broken, causing paralysis throughout his body. Can you cure this disease?"

"Yes!" After hearing this, Mr. Zhang nodded without hesitation.

If the middle-aged man had seen Mr. Zhang's attitude before, he would not have believed it, but now, the middle-aged man believed it a little. This young man did not look like a liar.

Let’s take a step back, if he is really a liar, then having such a means will be considered a mistake by himself. Now it is the only opportunity, and you have to seize it.

"How much does it cost?" the middle-aged man asked again.

"One million." Mr. Zhang thought for a while and replied that it was troublesome to have a broken spine. He needed to use spiritual energy to stimulate it himself, and he also needed to refine his own pills and silver needle acupoints. According to Mr. Zhang's standards, one million is not too expensive.

The middle-aged man did not express any dissatisfaction with the price, but repeatedly warned Mr. Zhang that the matter of treating his friend must be kept confidential and should not be disclosed to anyone.

"If you dare to reveal this matter, I will kill you." The middle-aged man did not forget to turn around and said to Mr. Zhang solemnly before leaving.

Young Master Zhang shrugged indifferently: "It depends on my mood. Whether it is cured or not is up to you."
Chapter completed!