"How long does it take to treat?" Zeng Lei asked.

Zhang Yaohua grabbed her head, "I don't know either."

The old man smiled, "No, no hurry, it's just that it's not very convenient to go back and forth."

Wu Yuan was smart, "Then live in my house. If you don't dislike it, we can still live in a house."

"It's okay, I haven't had much work lately, I just come to pick me up and drop it off every day." Zeng Lei was worried that the old man wouldn't get used to it.

"If Dr. Zhang is convenient, I will live here. The conditions are quite good. It is much better than sleeping in the open when fighting in the war. I am not that expensive," said the old man.

"Don't ask me about this. This house is not mine. I am also a renter. If the fat man agrees, then that's fine." Zhang Yaohua said.

"Doctor Zhang, how much do you see for medical expenses? I will pay for medical expenses first." The old man suddenly remembered that he had been cured and he had not paid a penny.

"I said before that the first three patients are free. He used one quota, and you are the second one. But I don't care about your food, accommodation, or something." Zhang Yaohua glanced at Zeng Lei.

"How can I do that? How can I not pay medical expenses when I see a doctor? Doctor Zhang, don't worry, I am still able to pay medical expenses. I am retired now, and I have public medical care and retirement wages, and I am not short of money." The old man said hurriedly.

"But I can't keep my word, either." Zhang Yaohua smiled.

"In this way, you have given me treatment once today. This time it is considered free. I still have to pay for the future treatment costs. Otherwise, I can't feel at ease?" said the old man.

"Yes, Dr. Zhang, the old man doesn't like to owe others the most in his life. If you don't charge him for medical expenses, he will feel guilty." Zeng Lei also echoed.

Zhang Yaohua smiled, "Why wouldn't it be good if you insist on giving me money? OK, I will collect the money from tomorrow."

Wu Yuan, Zeng Lei, had packed up the rest of the room that day and went to buy all daily necessities. This time he bought a new set for Wu Yuan.

"Fatty, I'll entrust him to you to take care of this time when the old man lives here. Don't wander around in the future, it's not a big deal. You are already over 20 years old now, so don't hurry up and find a serious way, so don't think about getting married in the future." Zeng Lei said.

"Don't talk about me, you are almost thirty years old, and you haven't seen you find a sister-in-law yet." Wu Yuan was not at a disadvantage in this regard.

"Fatty, you're going to go against me, right? Look at it. During the Chinese New Year, I will bring my sister-in-law back to you. I will envy you so much at that time." Zeng Lei said.

"When I reduce the more than 200 kilograms of meat, what kind of wife can't marry me?" Wu Yuan spitted everywhere.

Early the next morning, Wu Yuan was driven out of the bed by Zhang Yaohua holding a wooden stick.

"Beggar, beggar, don't beat me, don't beat me, just let me sleep for another half an hour, less than ten minutes. Even one minute is OK!" Wu Yuan was wearing a big shorts, and his white fat body rolled like waves.

Zhang Yaohua was ruthless and specifically hit the most painful place. When he hit it, he would be a bright red blood mark.

"Stop hitting, stop hitting, I won't learn anymore, okay?" Wu Yuan was beaten so hard that he was about to cry. He hugged his head and ran around the room.

"I told you yesterday, and you agreed. Now it's hard for you to regret it!" Zhang Yaohua laughed.

"I didn't say yesterday that you would beat me with a stick!" Wu Yuan was really amused and crying.

"Then I don't care. If you want to learn Meishan Kung Fu from me, you have to go through the test. Once the test begins, the test must continue unless you die." The stick in Zhang Yaohua's hand had already hit Wu Yuan's body again.

"Oh! It hurts so much. Stop hitting, can't I go to stand in a stance?" Wu Yuan hurriedly ran out the door, jumped up on the plum blossom stance like a rabbit, and made a very unstandard horse stance. As a result, he was naturally beaten by Zhang Yaohua again, "Oh, haven't I started? Why are you still hitting me?"

"Hait up, tighten your abdomen, and stretch your hands. Keep this position, otherwise don't blame the stick in my hand for eating meat!" Zhang Yaohua beat the stick whirred.

Hearing the sound in the yard, the old man who was looking at his legs also walked out with a crutch.

"Old man, why are you coming out?" Zhang Yaohua asked strangely.

"I heard that you are so lively in the yard, come out and take a look. Are you practicing kung fu?" asked the old man.

"The fat man was pestering me to practice martial arts with me. Now I want to teach him, he is still lazy. A lazy guy like him has to beat him with a stick. When I was practicing martial arts, my master beat him even more than this..." Zhang Yaohua suddenly stopped when he said this. Where did he come from his master? That was all the memories of Chengdao.

"Then beat him from now on, don't beat him so hard. Look, the fat man doesn't have a good piece of meat on his body." The old man said.

"Yes, I've been hurt by you now. You are not teaching kung fu. You obviously want my life." Wu Yuan almost shed tears when he heard the old man's words.

"Shut up! A coward is not beaten. If you don't attack a fat man, if you don't attack a little harder, he will never be able to practice real martial arts. Besides, I will apply some medicine to him later to ensure there is no trace on him. In fact, practicing martial arts is not only about practicing fighting. Being beaten is also about kung fu." Zhang Yaohua held a stick in his hand and hit the fat man again.

"Oh!" The fat man screamed, but his body did not dare to move.

The old man shook his head and had to go back to the house.

"Old man, your legs are not good. What should I do when I complete the task? I will run for you." Wu Yuan shouted loudly.

"Okay, okay. You'd better be careful and stop being beaten." The old man felt sorry for the fat man being beaten.

"Doctor Zhang, how can the old man come out?" Wu Yuan asked in confusion.

"He was not a lame man at first, but because of rheumatism and his feet were too painful, he couldn't walk. Now his feet are not so painful. Although he was a little inconvenient to walk, he was not unable to walk at all." Zhang Yaohua saw that the fat man had maintained his posture and did not continue to beat him again.

"So, the treatment you gave to the old man yesterday was still very effective." Wu Yuan said.

At this time, Zeng Lei rode his bicycle in from outside, carrying breakfast such as fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hand.

"Huh? Fatty, it's rare. The first time I saw you get up so early." Zeng Lei turned a blind eye to the scars on Wu Yuan's body.

"I was forced. Didn't you see that I was covered in scars? People's Public Security, come and save me!" Wu Yuan was extremely dissatisfied with Zeng Lei's familiarity.
Chapter completed!