Seeing Zhang Dagang, who was full of evil spirits, the villagers dispersed in a hurry.
"Master, this Liu Tiezhu is really haunted. Do you need me to find someone to teach him a lesson?"
After all, Zheng Linbo is also the grandson of an old lady from the Zhou family. He seems to be well-behaved on weekdays, but he is actually not someone who is easy to mess with in school.
"No, it seems I have to give him some memory." Zhang Dagang helped his sister-in-law into the house.
He gently caressed his sister-in-law's face, and the golden mist surrounded Wang Xiuhua's slightly red and swollen face. Waves of coolness hit her, and all the swelling on Wang Xiuhua's face dissipated.
The skin becomes finer and feels smoother to the touch.
"Dagang, who is this?"
Wang Xiuhua blushed and took a step back, turning to look at Zheng Linbo who followed him into the room.
"Sister-in-law, I am Master's prospective disciple Zheng Linbo. This is my business card. In the future, sister-in-law can come to me directly when she goes to the city. I will take my sister-in-law to have a good stroll in the city."
Zheng Linbo handed over his business card with both hands, and looked at Wang Xiuhua, who was beautiful and charming, with a curvy figure, and was secretly amazed in his heart.
Unexpectedly, there was such a beautiful woman in this small mountain village. Seeing the strange atmosphere between the two, Zheng Linbo had already imagined a big drama in his mind.
His eyes wandered between the two of them, his eyes full of admiration.
It seems that Master and his family are not ordinary people.
"Brother, the phone call is coming, brother, the phone call is coming..."
The little loli's voice rang in the room. Zheng Linbo looked at the looks from the two of them and awkwardly took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket.
"What, is it so serious?"
Zheng Linbo's embarrassment disappeared, replaced by a solemn face, and his eyes fell on Zhang Dagang.
Wang Xiuhua was silent. Zhang Dagang's good hearing naturally heard what the person on the phone said. Zheng Linbo's nervous voice was the only voice left in the room.
"Okay, I get it."
After hanging up the phone, Zheng Linbo turned his eyes to Zhang Dagang in front of him, with a trace of sadness appearing between his brows.
"Master, I'm afraid I need your help with something. Grandma Zhang, who was traveling with my grandma, suddenly fainted and is still being rescued in the hospital's operating room."
"I can go with you, and can you send some powerful thugs to help me look after the house?"
Seeing that Zhang Dagang was willing to help, Zheng Linbo nodded quickly: "Yes, I will call a few gold medal fighters to come over. They are all ninth-degree black belts in Taekwondo."
The two drove to the city. Wang Xiuhua watched everyone leave, and sat on the ground against the wall in fear, feeling weak. If Dagang came back a little bit later, she would lose her innocence in front of the whole village.
When the two rushed to the hospital, the doctor had already walked out of the operating room.
"We have tried our best, please forgive us."
Hearing what the doctor said, Mrs. Zhou almost lost her balance.
"How is it possible? My mother is usually in good health. How could something happen suddenly?" The man, who was about forty or fifty years old and had a beer belly, had an angry look on his face.
"Go in and treat me. If you can't cure me, I will destroy your hospital. Do you believe it?"
Zheng Wenxuan looked at the irritable man and could only help his mother to sit aside.
"I don't know if Dagang boy can bring back the lives of my mother and sister."
Mrs. Zhou anxiously looked at the lights in the operating room that were still on, and kept looking towards the end of the corridor, hoping that Zhang Dagang would appear soon.
"Sorry, the patient has severe cerebral hemorrhage. We have tried our best."
The middle-aged man refused to let go, grabbing the doctor's arm and refusing to let him go.
"How is it possible? My mother has always been in good health and has not even had a minor cold. You quack doctor, did you make a wrong diagnosis?"
Seeing the man yelling, the doctor was also a little annoyed: "Old people with cerebral hemorrhage like this will basically die 100% of the time. Even if we rescue the person, he will only be a vegetative state. Sir, you
It’s better not to pester me anymore.”
The doctor's words were not serious, but every word made the middle-aged man feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
That was the mother he had been dependent on for half his life. How could he just leave her?
"You should prepare the funeral arrangements for the old lady."
The doctor dropped these words and turned around to enter the operating room.
"etc!"
At this time, a sound came from behind.
The doctor paused for a moment, and before he could see Zhang Dagang clearly, he came to him in two or three steps and said, "Doctor, are you mistaken? There are more than six hours of rescue time for cerebral hemorrhage after the symptoms appear.
How could it not be cured?"
Hearing the words of the young man in front of him, the doctor couldn't help but sneered: "Boy, are you a doctor or am I a doctor? Don't think that you can cure all diseases by reading a few novels."
As a young neurologist, the doctor is arrogant by nature. How can he let the hairless boy in front of him question him?
Doesn't that insult his reputation as an expert?
Of course he couldn't bear it!
"I'm not a doctor." Zhang Dagang explained: "But internationally, there are countless cases of cerebral hemorrhage that have been cured. I can give it a try!"
You know, she was cured by Zhang Dagang in the first place, and she still trusted Zhang Dagang's medical skills. Now that Zhang Dagang said that he could save her best friend, she was naturally unwilling to let go of this opportunity: "Dagang, you
How sure are you?"
"Um……"
Zhang Dagang touched his chin and pondered for a moment, and then confidently responded: "Eighty percent! But let me see the patient first."
The reason why he dared to say this was because Zhang Dagang had the power of a divine dragon. Along the way, he relied on the power of the divine dragon to help him treat many patients.
A mere cerebral hemorrhage should be nothing to worry about.
As soon as he said these words, the doctor standing at the door of the operating room snorted coldly, opened the door and entered the operating room.
"Aunt Zhou, is this young man really capable of saving my mother?" The beer-belly man's suspicious eyes fell on Zhang Dagang.
The young man in front of me looks to be no more than 20 years old. Even if he is a genius, what achievements can he make in medicine at this age?
Not to mention senile cerebral hemorrhage that makes many experts shake their heads, a disease that almost kills people immediately.
"Old Mrs. Zhou, I don't have a medical qualification certificate. I'm afraid there will be disputes if I save people without authorization."
This is a hospital in a big city. If you save people in front of experts, you will inevitably be hated by others.
Mrs. Zhou received Zhang Dagang's assurance, and the stone hanging in her heart gradually fell to the ground."
"Dagang, don't worry and go get treatment. If anything happens, Grandma Zhou will take care of it for you."
With Mrs. Zhou's words, Zhang Dagang instantly felt relieved and walked into the operating room after disinfection.
"What are you doing? This is a sterile operating room. Family members, please wait outside."
The nurse was startled when she saw Zhang Dagang walking in after her, and quickly scolded him coldly.
Zhang Dagang glanced at the little nurse: "I have already disinfected it, don't worry!"
After saying that, Zhang Dagang ignored the little nurse and walked towards the hospital bed.
At this time, on the operating table, an old lady with a kind face was lying peacefully.
Zhang Dagang looked at the deathly aura lingering between the old lady's brows, and stepped forward to pull away the attending doctor who was suturing.