Seeing Zhuang Mohan suddenly appear, Tang Chuan was surprised at first, then stood up to greet him.
"Mr. Zhuang, sit inside." Tang Chuan made an invitation gesture and led Zhuang Mohan into the lobby.
Zhuang Mohan had a smile on his face and an elegant aura about him, just like the spring breeze in March.
"Mr. Zhuang, why did you come here in person?" Tang Chuan asked Zhuang Mohan.
Zhuang Mohan kept smiling and said: "Thanks to you, Doctor Tang, the qi in my body has returned to normal and my mental state has returned to normal. Thinking about the insane time in the past year, it is really unbearable to look back."
Zhuang Mohan said, and finally let out a long sigh, with a sad look on his face like an old man who has seen through the world.
During this year, Zhuang Mohan had indeed lived a very hard life, even worse than death. Of course, Tang Chuan had no doubt about this, because he was very aware of Zhuang Mohan's physical condition.
"Speaking of which, thank you Dr. Tang for your rescue. I have looked for famous doctors all over the past year, but they all came back without success, which made me tortured." Seeing that Tang Chuan didn't speak, Zhuang Mohan continued.
"It stands to reason that it will take at least half a month for your energy to recover. If it takes longer, it may take a month." Tang Chuan said.
Zhuang Mohan had already thought about Tang Chuan's question and thought about how to respond. He smiled and said: "So thanks to your guidance today and the conditioning of my secret method, as long as I don't forcefully use a lot of vitality, I can
I can stay awake. Moreover, I can slowly straighten out my body’s qi.”
Having said this, Zhuang Mohan took out a bank card, put it on the table, and said with a smile: "This is the reward for Dr. Tang. It's not much, just 100 million. This card has no password, so I hope Dr. Tang will accept it."
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Zhuang Mohan's family fortune is indeed quite rich. He can easily spend 100 million, which is not a small amount of money.
At least for the time being, it is not a small amount of money for Tang Chuan. Tang Chuan is not going up the mountain now. If he wants to develop his own Tang Sect, it will definitely consume mountains of gold and silver.
Cultivating eighteen needles will cost a huge amount of money in a year, and this does not include the Tianling Dibao that Tang Chuan himself has to eat and other expenses. Therefore, Tang Chuan still needs to make money.
"Then I'll thank Mr. Zhuang first." Tang Chuan smiled slightly and handed the bank card to Qin Binning who was sitting next to him.
Holding a bank card with 100 million in it, Qin Binning's heartbeat was beating fast. Just after she left the door, she made 100 million directly? Isn't this money so good?
"You're welcome, Doctor Tang. If you need help in Jiangcheng in the future, please let me know at any time, and I, Zhuang Mohan, will definitely help." Zhuang Mohan stood up, said this, and left.
Tang Chuan and the others walked Zhuang Mohan to the door and watched Zhuang Mohan drive away.
"Zhuang Mohan, that's too generous..." Qin Binning still held the bank card in her hand, still shocked.
After Zhuang Mohan disappeared completely, Tang Chuan said coldly: "He is not the real Zhuang Mohan, he is just a person who looks exactly like Zhuang Mohan."
Hearing Tang Chuan's words, Qin Binning and Nan Tomorrow exclaimed at the same time: "What did you say?"
After returning to the house, the three of them sat down, and Tang Chuan began to explain.
"The qi machine in his body is running very smoothly, and there is no sign of going crazy at all. As for the real Zhuang Mohan, the qi machine in his body should be completely chaotic now. He must be in a violent state now. How could it be possible?
You came out calmly and sat down with us to say thank you?" Tang Chuan said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
When it comes to medical treatment, Tang Chuan really doesn't know much about it. If Zhuang Mohan has a strange disease, he really needs Nan to diagnose it tomorrow.
However, Zhuang Mohan was not sick. Looking at the Qi movement of a warrior whose cultivation level was much lower than his own, Tang Chuan was quite professional.
This fake Zhuang Mohan wanted to hide it from the public and pretend to be Zhuang Mohan. He thought he could deceive everyone, but he couldn't deceive Tang Chuan.
"But if he wasn't Zhuang Mohan, why did he come out to say thank you and give us money? One hundred million is too much!" Qin Binning asked in a low voice.
"Obviously, this fake Zhuang Mohan gave us money and proved that Zhuang Mohan has recovered. He doesn't want us to cure the real Zhuang Mohan. If Zhuang Mohan really recovers, it will not be of any benefit to him.
.There is a conspiracy among this." Tang Chuan analyzed and said.
Therefore, this man pretending to be Zhuang Mohan must have given 100 million for his own benefit so that Tang Chuan would no longer be involved in their family's affairs.
"Sneaky." Qin Binning said angrily.
Nan Mingming, who was sitting next to him, shook his head and said: "I don't think he is sneaky. If you think about it another way, he will know that we have seen his true identity. And he came to give us the money because he wanted to use it.
The money buyout thing. Secondly, it cannot but be regarded as a threat on another level."
"So, shouldn't we accept this money?" Qin Binning asked Tang Chuan.
Tang Chuan smiled and said, "The money is delivered to your door, why don't you accept it?"
Tang Chuan remembered a very insightful saying of the old man: The sea is open to all rivers, and the more money it can collect, the richer it will be. Of course, the first half of the sentence was not coined by the old man, but the fallacy of the second half of the sentence seemed very appropriate to Tang Chuan.
"But, do you think we should save the real Zhuang Mohan?" Tang Chuan asked Qin Bingning and Nan Mingming.
"If we save him, he will definitely be involved in the dispute between them. However, I think we should save him," Nan Mingming said.
Nan Mingming is a doctor. If Zhuang Mohan comes to him to see a doctor, he is his patient. Practicing medicine and treating diseases is Nan Mingming's medical philosophy. How can he violate his moral principles by accepting money?
"Of course, it still depends on what you want, Master." Nan Mingming added, Zhuang Mohan is not sick, and Nan Mingming can't save him.
"I also think it should be saved." Qin Binning said after thinking about it.
Tang Chuan nodded slightly and said calmly: "Then save."
At this time, Li Jianghe and Li Jianghe of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association were discussing with several old men what kind of tragic end Tang Chuan would have today. Suddenly, an uninvited guest walked into the lobby of the association, and two people next to him came immediately.
"Who are you? This is the Chinese Medicine Association, not...ah, ah!"
Two screams rang out, and the two of them were thrown away by the tall and thin man.
The man stopped in the middle of the lobby. When everyone in the hall saw the man's face, their legs were all shaking with fear.