"Grandpa, don't worry! Mingye has grown up! He will take on everything!"
Mr. Ming looked relieved.
This picture of a man who is kind and a grandson is really touching.
Gu Lao and the butler couldn't help crying.
But this is not what Zhang Yiming wants.
What Zhang Yiming wants is to arouse the idea of Mr. Ming to survive.
"Old Ming, that's it, but think about it, you know the best of what your sons look like. Are you really confident to throw Mingye in this wolf den?"
Zhang Yiming squatted beside Mr. Ming's wheelchair.
When Gu Lao heard this, he immediately scolded:
"Zhang Yiming, what are you talking nonsense!"
He was puzzled, did Zhang Yiming know something?
But I didn't tell him anything.
No matter what Zhang Yiming knows, not everyone can get involved in the Ming family’s family affairs.
When Mr. Ming heard this, the light in his eyes lit up again.
Seeing this, Zhang Yiming knew that he had guessed it right.
It's really easy to guess.
The cold old house has only two grandparents and grandchildren.
Mr. Ming is in this state and will close his eyes at any time, but his son is not there.
In addition, Mr. Ming’s attitude is obvious, there is a family conflict.
This must be another big drama of competing for family property.
However, Zhang Yiming didn't want to go into it in depth. He just wanted Mr. Ming to live.
"You should have eaten my Qingxin Dan before." Zhang Yiming asked.
"How do you know?" Mingye asked in surprise.
Zhang Yiming smiled:
"Danxiang, no matter what fragrance it is, it cannot be replaced."
The Qingxin Pill at the recommendation conference was finally photographed by Mr. Ming.
Mingye's expression moved slightly:
"To be honest, it's this pill that saves my grandfather's life, but..."
However, Mr. Ming is already terminally ill. Qingxin Dan can save his life for a short time, but he can't help getting better.
However, it is precisely this Qingxin Pill that allows Mr. Ming to persevere until Zhang Yiming returns.
"Mr. Ming, think about what I said. Are you willing to let your eldest grandson live like this?"
"No! You have lived your whole life all your life. Are you willing to end up like this? Have you never seen any world? Have you never seen any method! When you are old, you are actually planted in your own seeds! Can you bear it?"
Zhang Yiming suddenly changed his attitude and increased his voice.
Gu Lao and Mingye both felt in their throats, for fear that Mr. Ming would be excited and could not breathe and go straight to the point.
"Zhang Yiming, don't talk!"
Gu Lao regretted bringing Zhang Yiming here.
This kid is not here to treat, but to make trouble!
Old Ming took a few breaths of force, and everyone's hearts rose, only Zhang Yiming looked calm.
"No! I don't want it. If I can get better, I must have these bastards look good!"
Old Ming suddenly widened his eyes and cursed angrily, his voice loudly, his hands were supported by the wheelchair, and his veins were swelling with force.
A few seconds later.
Sudden.
Old Ming relaxed and leaned on the wheelchair. His expression was even more depressed than before, as if someone had suddenly drained his energy and was about to run out of energy.
"Zhang Yiming!"
Gu Lao widened his eyes and roared angrily.
Zhang Yiming calmly stepped forward and picked up Mr. Ming and put it on the bed.
Then he took out the black silk needle and quickly pricked Mr. Ming a few needles.
Mr. Ming closed his eyes.
Mingye was about to say something, but he was stopped by ancient gestures.
Zhang Yiming kept moving his hands, and thirteen silver needles quickly pierced into Old Ming's body, took them down, and then pierced them.
Five minutes later.
Zhang Yiming's forehead was covered with sweat, his face was a little pale and his eyebrows were frowning, as if he was very uncomfortable.
It was not until Zhang Yiming took off the last silver needle from Old Ming's body that he breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
The butler handed over a towel with great insight.
"Thanks."
Zhang Yiming thanked him and took it over and wiped it.
"Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, I don't know how many surprises do you have?!" Gu Lao was very excited.
Zhang Yiming said:
"You always know the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, which means that this Needle is not unpopular."
Ancient shaking his head:
"You are wrong. Today's Chinese medicine practitioners don't know the name of this acupuncture, let alone know it. You just said 'yes', has anyone seen it?"
"Old Jin from the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine of Kyoto First People's Hospital." Zhang Yiming said.
"It turned out to be him." Gu Lao suddenly realized.
Mingye murmured:
"A few months ago, we also looked for Mr. Jin, but Mr. Jin had no choice but to treat my grandfather's illness. He also gave him an injection, but he could only take care of it for a while, and it became even worse later."
Zhang Yiming patted Mingye on the shoulder and said confidently.
"Don't worry, if Mr. Ming gets halfway through me, the disease will be cured. I will do it a few more times later and then let the old man stay in a happy mood. This disease will not be a problem."
"I can't guarantee that Mr. Ming can live for a hundred and eighty years, but it's okay for three to five years. If it is well maintained, it's possible for seven to eight years!"
Mr. Ming actually has no serious illness.
It is just a sequelae left after not paying attention to maintenance when I was young, such as rheumatism.
In Zhang Yiming's eyes, these are not worth mentioning.
Mr. Ming, who had just woken up, happened to hear Zhang Yiming's words and made a sound in vain.
"Thank you, even three or five years is enough!"
Although Mingye is still in college, Mr. Ming has already asked him to study business. In three to five years, not to mention how he is growing, it must be better than now.
Even if Mr. Ming is gone, Mingye will never be slaughtered.
Moreover, within three to five years, he might still see Mingye get married and have his own children.
In that way, Mr. Ming can feel at ease even if he closes his eyes.
Zhang Yiming said with a smile:
"As long as the old man cooperates, I guarantee that even when you reach 99, you can still carry a stick and chase your son and grandson and beat him!"
Boss Gu pretended to scold:
"What are you talking about, brat!"
Mr. Ming waved his hand:
"You said that on purpose just now."
Zhang Yiming nodded:
"If you want to live longer, you have to want to live first. You just looked like you were here in your life. You just wanted to die. Even if I have a way, I can't cure you."
Mingye suddenly blushed when he heard this, and suddenly he bowed to Zhang Yiming.
"I'm sorry Mr. Zhang! I shouldn't blame you just now!"
Zhang Yiming scratched his head:
"Did you blame me just now?"
Mingye said with a flushed face:
"I didn't say it, but in my heart, I scolded you!"
Just as Zhang Yiming said to Mr. Ming just now, Mingye has already had a great education without scolding him. If someone else is the case, I'm afraid that such a person would have driven out long ago;
Zhang Yiming laughed twice, he was really an honest person.
At the age of twenty-one, for Zhang Yiming, this is also a younger brother or a child.
Zhang Yiming looked at Mingye, suddenly his eyes flashed, and he said slightly serious.
"You will be rewarded for your sincerity and kindness. I hope you can keep your original intention, no matter when and where."