Zhao An'an looked at Yang Chen who was walking carelessly and casually. He quickly glanced around, opened the car door and got into the car first.
"It seems there is no need to trouble Yahan anymore."
Yang Chen muttered secretly, without being polite, patted the dirt on his body, opened the passenger door and got in, looking around the car: "The interior is nice. Is it true that Audi's engine is the same as that of Porsche?"
of?"
"What does it have to do with you whether it's true or not? Look at the shitty place you live in, you can't even buy a car in your life!"
"Boy, don't be joking. I came here to wait for you today because I have something serious to tell you. I want to give you a chance to apologize!"
Zhao Ping An gritted his teeth and looked at Yang Chen's clothes that cost less than a hundred yuan, especially the jeans with a non-designed hole, and showed a contemptuous smile.
"Apologise? Why should I apologize? It's okay. I'll get off. You go back early. The road is unstable and drive slowly. Don't let a stone jump up and hit the glass."
Facing Zhao An'an's condescending expression, Yang Chen got out of the car without even thinking about opening the door.
"boom!"
With the deep and loud sound of the car door closing, Zhao Ping An shuddered, and then he realized what he was doing. He quickly lowered the window and shouted: "Boy, wait a minute, you come up first."
"Apologize."
Yang Chen put his hands in his pockets, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and turned around and said.
"What? I apologize to you?"
Zhao An'an felt that there was something wrong with his ears, and exclaimed, and then sneered sarcastically: "Is your kid okay? Let me apologize to you, and you don't want to ask anyone in Ning County who dares to let me apologize to him!"
"Forget it, you know your body yourself. The yang energy has been depleted too much, the yin is insufficient, and the kidneys are on the verge of failure. If it continues, it will be no different than a eunuch. Do you have to take three pills at a time to take Viagra these days? Wait.
By the time you eat the fourth piece, you're going to die."
"As a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who is willing to help the world and be compassionate to others, I advise you to eat and drink as you should, don't take anything to heart, and make a will in advance."
"goodbye!"
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled along the car window, turned around and left.
"brother!"
When Zhao An'an heard these words from Yang Chen, his expression suddenly changed. He quickly got out of the car and rushed over. Even his title changed.
When he came out of Baidao Cafe two hours ago, Zhao Ping An wanted to beat Yang Chen into a pig's head. But when he drove to his company, he recalled what Yang Chen said before leaving, three days
After the medicine cured his illness, he turned into Optimus Prime, which really made Zhao Anping a little excited.
In addition, recalling the scene where his beautiful wife looked at him resentfully every time and discussed with her best friend that she was a member of the Three Second Party, Zhao Anping gritted his teeth and decided to give Yang Chen a try.
But he was a well-known figure in Ning County after all, so he could only drive and stay near Qingshan Village in advance, waiting for Yang Chen to come over.
I wanted to threaten him, but I didn't expect Yang Chen to just leave without giving in.
Zhao Ping'an's eyes lit up and he knew that he had met a miracle doctor today. He quickly put down his body and rushed down to block Yang Chen's way. He took out a Chinese stick from his pocket and handed it to Yang Chen with both hands: "Brother. Oh! No!
Doctor Yang, please smoke first."
"Snapped!"
Yang Chen took the cigarette and took a look, held it in his mouth, tilted his head and let Zhao Anping, a millionaire upstart, take a deep breath: "Old Zhao, if you had spoken calmly earlier, you wouldn't have succeeded.
This is what it looks like now.”
"What Doctor Yang said is right, it's right, and I will definitely change it in the future."
Hearing the words "Old Zhao", Zhao An'an's cheeks twitched slightly, somewhat reluctantly.
With his worth, no one should be called Mr. Zhao when they see him.
Even Sun Siyuan and Sun Yahan from Jishengtang have to call themselves Boss Zhao.
However, for the sake of his own sexual happiness for the rest of his life, Zhao Anping gritted his teeth, suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, nodded and smiled: "Mr. Yang, why don't we tell you in the car, is this a place to talk about that disease? I am the same after all.
You’re a big boss, please save some face.”
"No need to bother, my Yang Chen rural doctor's signature is also my signature."
"Reach out."
Yang Chen took a puff of cigarette, raised his hand and said.
Zhao An'an was stunned for a moment, still muttering in his heart, but quickly stretched out his arm.
Yang Chen's right hand gently pinched his wrist, and a weak infuriating energy entered his meridians along his fingers and began to swim. The "Pulse Cutting Technique" was launched, and the infuriating energy was like an eye, connecting Zhao Ping'an's internal organs and meridians.
"See" clearly.
After about a minute, Yang Chen let go.
"Old Zhao, it can be cured if it can be cured, but we have to make a deal."
Yang Chen said lightly.
"As long as it can be cured, any amount of money will do!"
As soon as he heard that he could regain his glory in the future, Zhao An'an was so excited that the fat on his face trembled, and he patted his chest and said confidently.
"It doesn't matter if you have money or not. Look at the fruits and vegetables in our village..."
Yang Chen looked at Qingshan Village not far behind him and said.
"No problem. As long as it can be cured, I will personally escort the car to buy it. It will definitely be higher than the current market price!"
Zhao Ping'an readily agreed without even thinking about it.
"That's good, let's go back. I still have to go home and cook for my wife."
Yang Chen nodded, waved his hand, and was about to turn around and leave.
It was almost time to cook in the afternoon. When Yang Chen left Jishengtang, he brought some traditional Chinese medicine with him. He planned to help Li Xiaoran get some medicinal food to dredge the meridians and blood in her legs. He would try to see if he could find an opportunity to take her pulse in the evening.
Explore and explore the condition.
"Is this the end?"
Zhao An'an was stunned and exclaimed in disbelief.
"I'll show you my hand first. I'll give it a try when I go back tonight. After you come to our village to buy fruits and vegetables tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I will help you cure it all at once."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and smiled.
"Let me go, this guy is a real thief!"
Zhao An'an was cursing in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he kept nodding: "Doctor Yang, let me try it first when I go back."
"gone!"
Yang Chen waved his hand and walked into the village leisurely with Chinese medicine in his hand.
Looking at Yang Chen's leaving figure, Zhao An'an's face instantly darkened: "Boy, just wait for me. If it doesn't work tonight, I will take it tomorrow and demolish your house!"
…
At nine o'clock in the evening, only the west wing of Lao Li's dirt yard was still lit with dim lights.
Yang Chen was half lying on the sofa, with his hands on the back of his head and an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He looked at Li Xiaoran, who was lying on the bed sideways and pretending to sleep, but hesitated to speak.
"Are you really good at medicine?"
At this moment, Li Xiaoran suddenly raised his head and looked at Yang Chen.
"How about the medicinal soup your man made this afternoon? It was made from the black-bone chicken I bought and several Chinese medicinal materials. Drinking it for several days can dispel cold, replenish yin, and dredge qi and blood."
This was the first time Yang Chen saw Li Xiaoran actively talking to him at night, and he quickly got up and wanted to come over.
"Don't come over here, just say it right there!"
When Li Xiaoran saw Yang Chen walking over with a smirk on his face, he quickly took out the fruit knife from under the pillow and put it on his neck, then sat up nervously.
"Again?"
"I've been sleeping in the same room for so many days, and I'm so serious, why would you do this?"
Yang Chen grinned and spread his hands innocently.
"Prude!"
Li Xiaoran rolled his eyes, thought for a long time and continued: "What are you doing with herbal chicken all of a sudden?"
"I told you before that I can heal your leg, but you don't believe it."
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders.
Hearing this, Li Xiaoran did not refuse decisively this time. Instead, he raised his head and looked up and down at the careless-looking man in front of him, bit his lip, and then said: "Can you really cure me?"
"Must be able!"
"But I have to diagnose your pulse. I'm not a god."
Yang Chen said, seeing Li Xiaoran thinking deeply, he raised his legs to come over.
"Stop, don't move, you...don't touch me, we have an agreement!"
Li Xiaoran looked panicked, the dagger in his hand was close to the main artery in his neck, and his body trembled slightly.
"You really give your man a hard time!"
Yang Chen's eyes moved quickly, and his eyes suddenly locked on a ball of wool on the broken wardrobe next to him. He reached out and took it: "Okay, then I will perform a hanging silk pulse diagnosis for you and let you take a look at your eyes!"