Fortunately, fortunately, I was not killed by Mu Qingxin.
I patted my chest with lingering fear to calm my surging heart, and then turned around and asked Yang Zihao: "By the way, why are you here?"
"You know me?"
Yang Zihao was surprised, glanced at me through the extremely dim light, and asked with a frown.
Suddenly, I slapped my forehead.
Mu Qingxin had made me confused before, and now I was shocked to realize that I was my fucking uncle now.
As for Shuzuo, it is impossible for him to know Yang Zihao.
Thinking of this, I smiled awkwardly, and then said to Yang Zihao: "Wait here for a while."
After saying this, I immediately stepped away and left first.
Finding a corner, I ducked in without letting Yang Zihao notice.
Then he said to the old man: "Old man, please turn me back into Su Zuo."
It didn't take long after I said this.
I felt itching again on my face and wanted to reach out and scratch it.
Fortunately, I held back.
This time I didn’t have to look in the mirror.
I knew that I had almost changed back.
He immediately stepped out and walked towards Yang Zihao.
"Hey, why are you here?"
I patted Yang Zihao on the shoulder, which seemed to startle him.
He suddenly turned around and said with lingering fear, "It's you!
Why are you here?"
I opened my mouth, thought for a moment and then said, "Hey, it's okay.
You've seen someone before who looks similar to me, but about ten years older than me."
After hearing my description, Yang Zihao nodded immediately: "I've seen him before, but he left just now.
I'm still wondering why he looks so similar to you.
He's either your father or your brother."
It's your dad.
I'll be my own fucking dad.
I was secretly annoyed, but I still pretended to beat my chest and sighed: "Damn it, he invited me here, but he ran away."
After I said this, I pulled Yang Zihao over, attracted his attention, and asked, "By the way, why are you here?
Your home is nearby?"
Yang Zihao nodded and said in a daze: "Yes, that's right, what are you two doing?"
"What's between us?
That's my uncle.
Isn't it weird that he looks similar?"
Seeing that Yang Zihao was still struggling with this issue, I lied casually, and then said: "By the way, let's go to your house and sit there.
By the way, Let me ask you something."
Yang Zihao's home is not far from here, just a few minutes' walk away.
Looking at the dilapidated room, I was speechless for a while.
After all, you have made millions, so you can't change to a better house.
This room was probably built in the 1970s and 1980s.
It's strange that it hasn't been demolished yet.
There is an incandescent lamp burning in the room.
It exudes a dim light.
Yang Zihao welcomed me through the door, asked me to sit wherever I wanted, and then got into a small bedroom next to the living room.
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Not long after, he came out again, put his index finger on his lips, and hissed at me.
What the hell is this?
I was confused, but still asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a coughing sound in the bedroom before, and then an old voice was heard asking: "Xiao Hao, who is here?"
"Oh," Yang Zihao quickly replied: "A friend of mine."
After he said this.
Then he said to me: "Let's go outside and talk."
Why are you going outside?
Can't we talk inside?
Although I thought so, I followed Yang Zihao outside the house, stood in the yard and lit two cigarettes.
I heard Yang Zihao sigh and say, "That's my mother in the house.
She's not in good health.
I don't want to disturb her." rest."
It's hard to tell that Yang Zihao is still a filial son.
I didn't care about this.
Anyway, when I wasn't talking about something, I asked directly: "By the way.
I heard you guys mumbling over there for a long time, as if you were talking about what happened in the Snowy Mountains."
"Daxue Mountain" Hearing Yang Zihao also muttered, he was slightly startled, and then he looked up at me and said in surprise: "You don't know about Daxue Mountain?"
Do I have to know?
Yang Zihao continued: "It seems that you are just starting to practice inner strength.
You don't even know about the Snow Mountain.
It's really strange."
I could only continue to lie: "I have never understood these things before.
I did it behind closed doors at home."
When Yang Zihao heard what I said, he felt somewhat enlightened and took a puff of cigarette.
Then he said: "Actually, I really don't know how to explain this to you.
All you need to know is that the Snowy Mountains are full of capable people, and every one of them cultivates inner strength.
We cannot afford to offend them. " I was surprised when Daxue Mountain was so powerful.
From Yang Zihao's tone, it seemed that he didn't know the inside story of Daxue Mountain, he just knew it.
Where did he know it?
I asked the question.
I heard Yang Zihao explain: "In fact, it is not difficult to get in touch with Daxue Mountain.
Almost every city has a branch of Daxue Mountain, which will issue some tasks.
People like us who are from wild backgrounds, or those from aristocratic families If you are a strong master, you can accept the mission in the branch.
After completing the mission, Daxue Mountain will give you generous rewards.”
Also, I have never heard Su Nanshan talk about this before.
Thinking of this, I said to Yang Zihao: "Okay, I'll see you another day and you take me to that branch."
After saying this, I threw the cigarette butt on the ground.
Just go outside.
But Yang Zihao suddenly stopped me and asked me: "By the way, I saw you prescribing medicine by yourself in the hospital.
Do you know how to treat a doctor?"
No matter what disease I treat, the prescription is not intended to cure the disease.
But I think that Yang Zihao asked this question for his mother.
The old man was still coughing in the room, and the sound made people feel distressed.
And I finally came here, and I haven’t visited the elderly yet.
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Thinking of this, I waved my hand and said, "I don't know how to see a doctor.
But I have to visit the old man first before leaving."
After saying this, Yang Zihao and I entered the room again.
I quietly entered the bedroom.
This room was filled with the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, the same smell I smelled in the Su family compound.
Come to think of it, Yang's mother also relies on taking medicine all day long to maintain her life.
Mother Yang must have been awakened by the sound of our conversation just now.
After we entered the room, she turned her head and glanced at us, and then said to me with a slightly wry smile: "Xiao Hao's friends, sit down wherever you want.
You're welcome."
She was lying on the bed.
She was probably only in her fifties, but she looked like an old man in her sixties or seventies.
I felt sad for a while.
I can't help but think of my biological mother.
I don't know where she is now, and she has no whereabouts at all.
I stood there without moving, and Yang Zihao brought me a stool and asked me to sit down.
After sitting firmly, I said: "Auntie, do you feel okay?"
"What a good boy, he's just like a medicine jar, taking medicine all day long."
Mother Yang said, suddenly chuckled, looked at Yang Zihao, and then said: "Fortunately, I didn't raise this son in vain, he is still filial.
It’s a drag on him, he’s nearly thirty years old and he hasn’t even started a family yet.”
This is the only thing the old man has to worry about.
Isn’t my adoptive mother the same?
I felt uncomfortable in my heart, and suddenly I remembered that there was an old man in my mind, and I didn't know if he could do anything.
He immediately asked: "Old man, how about you show me?"
"Boy, you treat me like a bully.
I've done everything for you.
What the hell are you doing?"
the old man muttered angrily.
But when I heard it, I secretly rejoiced: There is something going on If Cang Lao didn't directly say no, that would be a good idea.
I immediately begged him in my heart: "Just help me.
I'm old and single.
I can bring you two together.
I think you two look like a couple."
"Fuck you," the old man cursed secretly, and then said seriously: "Okay, don't talk about that useless thing, go and check his pulse."
As long as the old man is willing to take action, I was moved in my heart and immediately said to Mother Yang: "Auntie, how about I take a look at your body to see if I can feel the pulse."
While talking.
I got up and walked to the bed.
Then I heard Mother Yang say: "Hey, I don't know what use my body can do."
Although she said that, seeing how enthusiastic I was, she was probably embarrassed to refuse, so she still stretched out her hand from under the quilt and placed it in front of me.
I immediately pinched my hands firmly.
Place your index and middle fingers on the pulse In the past, it was quite magical to feel the pulse on TV.
I have also felt my own pulse, and of course I can find it right away.
Now that I show my hand, I will not look unfamiliar.
It only takes a few minutes.
The old man said to me, "Okay."
Hearing this, I quickly asked: "What's wrong with you?"
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I heard the old man say: "There is no disease at all.
It's just that people are getting old, and the body was overtaxed when they were young, which caused the internal organs to fail prematurely."
"What should we do?"
I asked.
"This is simple."
The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said: "As long as you take the medicine you used for bathing before, use the remaining medicine dregs, boil the medicine twice and give it to her, and the medicine will cure the disease. remove."
"It's that simple."
I was stunned for a while.
The dregs of the medicine have no effect anymore.
Can it still cure diseases?