A man with a tattoo on his arm glanced at the two people on the ground, turned to the bald man and said, "Brother, how about I drag them down and do it? This way you can feel better."
The two of them looked shocked when they heard this!
They were so frightened that they hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Brother, we really didn't mean it. Please forgive us!"
The bald man turned to look at them, and finally sighed: "Forget it, they didn't mean it in the first place, so don't embarrass them."
The tattooed man heard this and looked at the two people: "Get out! Don't let me see you again!"
When the two heard this, they hurriedly thanked: "Thank you, brother!"
After saying that, they left the ward as if running for their lives.
After they left, the tattooed man said to the bald man: "Brother, don't worry, I have sent people to find that boy. We will definitely find him and bring his head to make amends to you."
The bald man said: "That kid looks very simple, don't be careless."
Tattooed Man: "Brother, that guy is not from the Tiger Head Gang, is he?"
The bald man thought for a while and then said: "It doesn't look like it to me. He was probably just a passerby who happened to bump into us."
"Don't worry, I promise I won't let him survive tomorrow. I will bring his head to you tonight!"
The bald man nodded and then closed his eyes.
In the evening, Henry Zhang came to a pavilion by the roadside and sat down to rest.
He looked at the sunset in the distance and sighed helplessly.
He has been searching all day today, but he has not found the banshee, and he doesn't know where she went.
The key is that even if we can't find the banshee, now we can't even find the way back.
"This is a bit troublesome. I won't be trapped here forever, right?" Henry Zhang frowned.
At this time, he saw an old man walking over there.
The old man was wearing a long robe, and he was followed by a man in black clothes. The man looked strong and had sharp eyes. He seemed to be the old man's bodyguard.
The old man walked to the bench over there and sat down. He looked at the lake in the distance and couldn't help but sigh, as if he was recalling some past events.
Suddenly, the old man coughed twice.
He picked up the handkerchief in his hand and covered his mouth.
The bodyguard on the side saw the blood on the handkerchief, and he hurriedly took out a bottle of medicine from his body: "Master, medicine."
Unexpectedly, the old man looked at the blood on his handkerchief and said with a smile: "That's it, the oil has been exhausted. There is no difference whether you take this medicine or not."
The bodyguard wanted to say something, but then a voice suddenly came from the side: "That's still different. You may die faster if you take the medicine."
The two of them turned around when they heard the voice, and it was Henry Zhang who spoke.
“What did you say?” The bodyguard frowned and looked at Henry Zhang.
Looking at his look, he looked like he was going to teach Henry Zhang a lesson.
The old man said: "Xiao Li, it doesn't matter."
He looked at Henry Zhang and asked with a smile: "I can't quite understand what this little brother just said. I don't know what it means?"
Henry Zhang put his hands on the pillow, leaned on the chair and looked at the lake in front of him, and said casually: "The disease in your body was not a serious disease to begin with, but taking that medicine made your body more serious.
"
As he said that, he turned to look at the old man: "Did you eat it for so long without noticing it?"
The old man looked at Henry Zhang in astonishment. He was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses and asked: "How long have you known that I have been taking this medicine?"
"It's at least three years or more, probably less than four years. Am I wrong?" Henry Zhang asked.
The old man was surprised: "How did the little brother know about it?"
Xiao Yang: "When seeing a doctor, you need to look, hear, ask, and understand. Inspection is the most basic. If you can't do this, what else are you going to see?"
"Little brother, can you see a doctor?" The old man's eyes were full of disbelief.
In fact, it's not his fault, because Henry Zhang looks too young and doesn't look like a miracle doctor at all.
Henry Zhang: “I know a little bit.”
"Has the little brother ever seen what disease the old man is suffering from?" the old man asked.
Henry Zhang looked at him: "Judging from your appearance and your aura, you should have tried to practice a skill before, but because you failed to find the right method, not only did you fail to practice successfully, but you also got injured.
My own body, am I right?"
"This..." The old man looked at him and was so shocked that he was speechless.
Because only he, his bodyguards, and his little granddaughter knew this secret, and neither of them could tell this secret.
"How did you know?" he asked again.
Henry Zhang: “I’ve already said it, it’s obvious.”
"My little brother is really a miracle doctor!" The old man couldn't help but stand up in excitement.
I just didn't expect this excitement, so I couldn't help but cough up two more mouthfuls of blood.
"Master!" The bodyguard on the side quickly supported him.
After the old man coughed, he said with a self-deprecating smile: "It's a pity that this old man's body is exhausted and will soon come to an end. If he can meet a little miracle doctor as soon as possible, maybe he can still be cured. Now...
"
At the end, he sighed helplessly.
"What's wrong now? It's not like it can't be cured." Henry Zhang said.
The old man raised his head and looked at Henry Zhang in shock: “Is what the little brother said true?”
Henry Zhang: "Of course it's true. I would never talk nonsense about this kind of thing."
"I wonder what the treatment method the little brother mentioned is?" the old man tried to ask.
Henry Zhang said: "First acupuncture treatment, and then I will give you an order. Take the medicine according to the medicinal materials I mentioned, and you will be cured after taking it for about three days."
"Acupuncture?" The old man was stunned.
He looked at Henry Zhang and felt a little nervous. It's not that he has never seen acupuncture. He has also tried it, but the man in front of him looks too young. Can he really know acupuncture?
"What are you doing? Why do you seem to doubt me?" Henry Zhang asked.
The old man smiled and said: "No, the old man's body is dying anyway, so let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Do you have time now, little brother? Can you come to your house to give me acupuncture treatment? The consultation fee is whatever you want, little brother.
You can open any number."
"No need to go to your house, I can help you treat it here."
The smile on the old man's face froze: "Here?"
Henry Zhang took out a needle bag from his body: "Take off your shirt."
When the old man saw that he actually wanted to treat him here, he was stunned for a moment.
At this time, the bodyguard on the side suddenly stretched out his hand to stop Henry Zhang.