"Yan, don't worry, the king will find someone to cure you. In the future, the warriors of the tribe will still rely on you to lead, and the Taihao Alliance will still need you to grow!" Zhang Heng held Yan's withered palm and spoke in primitive language.
Yan also has a special plot. Perhaps he, the Sun King, was inspired by the fact that Yan sent tigers to worship him. If there was no Kui tribe, he might not have embarked on the road to becoming a king now!
And the "throne!" will be with him forever. This is a gift from Yan. Strictly speaking, he has been taking advantage of the Kui tribe and has not given anything in return. Many men from the Kui tribe have died fighting for him.
Yes, this is a love that can never be solved, rooted in his heart!
Zhang Heng's chest was exposed at this time, but his lower body was in modern jeans. A mixed feeling of wildness and modernity hit his face, and he actually took off his mask and hat in one go, clearly revealing his entire face.
Jiang Zhongzheng and Zhao Yanni were suddenly stunned. The former was in a heavy mood. Since this man took the initiative to reveal his face, it meant that it would be even more difficult for him to escape. But the woman was lamenting that this man was actually just a young man. Even if he was full of people, he would be afraid.
She must be under twenty years old, with piercing eyebrows and starry eyes, and the lines on her face are like knives and axes. Her stern face is a bit cold, but her brows are full of sunshine. Coupled with the previous psychological impression, she makes
The woman can’t find the words to formulate the boy’s contradictory temperament for a moment!
"How is the situation?" Zhang Heng asked aloud. This was his original voice, which was very clear and without any hint of muffledness.
"I have made a preliminary diagnosis just now, let's wait for Yanni to check it out and talk about it together!" The old man continued, since the matter has happened, let's make peace with it.
Zhang Heng nodded and asked the woman, "What tools do you need?"
"Just the receiver is enough." The emotions in the woman's tone were a bit messy, and others might not be able to hear it, but it was very easy for Zhang Heng. I'm afraid it was because of his unusually good physical condition, but he didn't think much about it.
He casually grabbed the receiver and handed it to the woman. This is a necessary tool for Western medicine. It is similar to the meaning of diagnosing the pulse, but it can not only listen to the heartbeat, but also listen to the chest and abdomen and other symptoms.
Ten minutes later, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "The old man is in very good health. Except for the poisoning you mentioned, there are no other problems. By the way, how are you sure that the old man is poisoned?" This has been her doubts all along.
Zhang Heng took out the herbal medicine and put it on the wooden board. He answered the question and said, "You just need to study the toxicity of this herbal medicine. His name is Yan. He is my elder. He is a master of herbal medicine and a warrior. No.
, it should be said that he is a general. You can just call him Da Wuyan."
"Big Wuyan!" Jiang Zhongzheng read the sentence, and then asked again without thinking: "Can you tell me the last name of Big Wuyan?"
"Last name?" Zhang Heng showed doubts. The old man obviously couldn't let it go, but what is Wu Yan's last name? Could it be...
Jiang Zhongzheng is almost 70 years old and has retired a long time ago. Now he works part-time as a specialist at South China Hospital. He only attends clinics three days a week and no more than four hours a day. His specialist number is 50 yuan per hospital.
The ordinary registration fee is only five yuan, a ten-fold price difference, but some patients with less serious conditions would rather wait in line to register with his specialist, and his number is always queued up to half a month later.
His pension, social insurance, job title subsidy, plus current part-time income, add up to a total monthly income of over 50,000. This does not include real estate investment and the filial piety of his sons. So he is living a pretty good life in Chengdu.
He is considered rich and has no shortage of money. Now that he is caught here in this situation, the first thing he thinks of is the safety of his family. Then of course he also wants to save his own life. Who doesn't want to live a few more years, especially if he is a doctor.
But he has always had a knot in his heart that he has not opened up. The house in his house was lost during the war, and he lost contact with his ancestors and relatives. When people get old, they want to return to their roots. Therefore, when he suddenly saw the face of this seriously ill old man, he
I thought about it, and I was afraid that the old man with the disease also had the surname Jiang. Although this idea was a bit bold, that's how I thought about it.
In fact, it is easy to prove it. Just test the DNA and compare the similarity of the chromosomes to identify it!
"Old sir?" Zhang Heng asked again.
Jiang Zhongsheng came back to his senses and said seriously: "I think you, the elder, have a somewhat similar appearance to me. No, it should be similar to the faces of the Jiang family?"
"Similar? Jiang family!" Zhang Heng suddenly shrank his pupils, but then he laughed. Such an idea may not be too absurd, it is simply impossible. How can two people who are unrelated in space have a relationship? Even so,
, but he still has doubts buried in his mind...
He shook his head and said: "Old sir, you are overthinking it. There is absolutely no way that Great Wu Yan is similar to you. Well, let's talk about Yan's condition!"
"Okay, I'm 80% sure that I can cure the Great Witch Flame, but it may be too late." Jiang Zhongzheng said with a bitter smile.
Zhang Heng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Time is not a problem." He then asked: "Yanni, what about you, how sure are you?"
Although the woman felt that it was inappropriate to directly address the other person by his first name, she could not say anything. She replied: "I can only say that I am 30% sure. If I can figure out the characteristics of the virus, I can also be 70% sure."
"Very good, but what I want is 100%, 100%! Okay, please come with me to have something to eat outside. I will make detailed arrangements after you are full. By the way, you can just call me (Wang)
." After Zhang Heng said this, he asked Su Xiu to continue taking care of Yan, and he led the two of them outside.
At this time, the smell of meat was already wafting in. It was so fragrant that people couldn't help but twitch the tip of their nose.
"What does this smell like?" the woman asked, and the old man next to her was also a little moved. In such a simple place, there is not even a bed, but only a pot that is so broken that the porcelain is broken. How can you prepare meat?
Soon the two of them understood what was going on. There was actually a barbecue going on in the yard. The two monster men were each holding half of the meat and grilling it on the bonfire. The strength was too great. There were bricks next to it.
There was a simple small stove with several clay pots on it, and something was boiling in the pots.
The big dog was lying on the side, and there was a small cage next to it, which contained a strange little beast...
"The meat will have to wait for a while, let's drink some blood first!" Zhang Heng said indifferently, but these words shocked the two of them, "Drink blood???"
ps: Thanks to the book friend (Jiu Ye of Legalism) for the reward, and thanks to (ysh6896) who has always supported this book for urging me to update it. Twelve thousand words will be updated today!