Zhao Shizhuang and Zhao Zhuliang had obviously greeted everyone. No one talked about the unpleasant things about the Mu family, but asked about Zhong Hao's situation in recent years.
In the past twenty years, they have almost all worked hard to avenge the Zhong family, and also to help Zhong Hao earn a big business. Although they have not seen Zhong Hao in the past twenty years, everyone will always know...
Zhong Hao, this young master, is placed in a very high position.
Moreover, they also saw the shadow of Zhong Dongyan in Zhong Hao, which made it easy for them to step into his shoes.
They were all trained by Zhong Dongyan. He sent them to study abroad and helped them solve their worries. Zhong Dongyan was very kind to them.
People should never be ungrateful. When the Zhong family was destroyed, these people got together for this reason.
It was just their good intentions that were used by Mu Lingyun for twenty years.
Zhong Hao could feel everyone's concern. He didn't really talk about his past life. He just said that he was admitted to Mingzhi Private College with excellent results, and then he became a teacher of an old Chinese medicine doctor and learned the art of acupuncture.
Zhao Shizhuang and the others have no doubts about this. Although Zhong Hao is not very rich now, he is still living a good life.
"Okay, let's go in first. The little ones must be waiting impatiently inside."
After waiting for Zhong Hao to give a brief explanation, Zhao Shizhuang shouted loudly to everyone.
"Yes, yes, let's go in first." Zhao Zhuliang also said, and then motioned for everyone to enter the courtyard together.
Zhong Hao naturally didn't have any objections. He just wanted to see who Zhao Shizhuang was talking about.
In fact, he had already guessed something in his heart, but guessing, it was still different when they actually met.
Under the leadership of Zhao Shizhuang, a group of more than 20 people entered the gate of the courtyard in a mighty manner.
Dao Feng did not go in. He thought this was a gathering between Zhong Hao and the old officials of the Zhong family, and he, an outsider, did not want to get involved.
After walking into the gate, Zhong Hao saw at first sight thirty to forty young men and women standing in the courtyard.
These young men and women are all about thirty years old, and several are over forty.
Zhong Hao just glanced at it and was slightly surprised.
Most of these young men and women are very good in both clothing and temperament. At first glance, they all appear to be high-end white-collar workers or business elites. However, among these people, the one who really caught Zhong Hao's attention was a man sitting in a wheelchair.
youth.
The young man was in his thirties. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he seemed to be an axis among these young men and women, and everyone seemed to be spinning around him.
The young man is polite and has a pair of black-framed eyes, giving him a very wise feeling.
While Zhong Hao was looking around, the eyes of these young men and women were basically locked on Zhong Hao, because among all the people who came in, Zhong Hao was the only one who was a 'stranger'.
Zhao Zhuliang directly pulled Zhong Hao's sleeves and walked up to these young men and women, and then introduced loudly: "Okay, let me introduce to you first. He is Zhong Hao, the future heir of the Zhong family."
"Hello everyone, I am Zhong Hao."
Zhong Hao also introduced himself. The appearance of these young people was more or less similar to that of Zhao Zhuliang and other old ministers. It seems that these young men and women should be the children of Zhao Zhuliang and other old ministers.
Although Zhao Zhuliang and others are subject to the restrictions of the agreement, their sons are not. And it can be seen from these young men and women that Zhao Shizhuang and others are undoubtedly very good at raising their children.
After waiting for Zhong Hao to say hello, the young man in the wheelchair let a woman behind him push him towards Zhong Hao, and took the initiative to reach out to Zhong Hao and said very politely: "Hello, Mr. Zhong, I am
My name is Zhao Zihua, and I am Zhao Zhuliang’s son.”
"Master Zhong is too outspoken. Just call me Zhong Hao." Seeing that the other party was very polite, Zhong Hao responded politely.
He doesn't like the name Zhong Shao, because it reminds him of people like Qin You, so in comparison, he prefers others to call him by his name directly.
"OK."
Zhao Zihua did not use any polite words in his address. After answering, he turned directly back to the young men and women behind him and said, "Everyone, come over. You all should introduce yourselves to Zhong Hao first."
Zhao Zihua's prestige among these young men and women was obviously very high. After listening to what he said, everyone came towards Zhong Hao one after another.
After all, it was the first time we met, so there was no way around enthusiasm, but everyone was very polite and friendly towards Zhong Hao.
They are all older than Zhong Hao. When the Zhong family was destroyed, many of them were already in their teens or even twenties.
They all know how much Zhong Dongyan helped their parents and their family, and they all went to the best schools with Zhong Dongyan's help, and some of them were even arranged to study abroad.
Therefore, they do not exclude anything from Zhong Hao, and they still welcome him very much.
In fact, they all have the same idea in their hearts, which is to help Zhong Hao as much as possible and let the Zhong family rise again in Jincheng.
For them, the rise of the Zhong family has already become the common goal between the two generations.
Zhong Hao originally thought that it might take some time to establish a good relationship with everyone this time, but he did not expect that everything would go so smoothly.
But this seems quite normal. It was because of Zhao Shizhuang's loyalty to the Zhong family that Mu Lingyun took advantage of them for twenty years, and this loyalty was the prerequisite for all of this.
After writing down everyone's names, Zhong Hao turned his eyes directly to Zhao Zihua's legs, and then asked: "Zihua, are your legs injured?"
Zhao Zihua was also calm and answered directly: "Well, I was hit by a car a few years ago, and then I lost consciousness."
Listening to what Zhao Zihua said, Zhao Zhujun's expression became a little more sad.
He is just such a son, but a ruthless car accident left Zhao Zihua's legs paralyzed. Although he has been insisting on traditional Chinese medicine treatment, there has been no improvement in the past few years.
The expressions of the young men and women were similar, and there was more pity and regret in their eyes.
"What did the doctor say? What's the problem?" Zhong Hao asked next, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Zhao Zihua didn't hold anything back, and responded: "The nerves are damaged. Several nerves have been necrotic, and surgery cannot cure it."
There was also a bit of regret in his tone. No one wanted to become disabled and a paralytic patient who could only rely on a wheelchair to move around. Zhao Zihua didn't want to either. However, after several years of treatment, he had no hope of treating his legs.
I almost gave up.
However, a faint smile appeared on Zhong Hao's face.
In fact, he has always wanted to find an opportunity to test the extent to which psychic energy can restore and repair nervous tissue, but he has never found a good opportunity.
Zhao Zihua's situation at this moment is undoubtedly an excellent opportunity for him. If possible, he would not mind helping Zhao Zihua heal his legs and then give these old officials of the Zhong family a super gift.
Therefore, Zhong Hao did not think too much, but directly said to Zhao Zihua: "Zihua, I have learned some medical skills, let me look at it for you."
"Zhong Hao, you..."
Zhao Zihua's nerves were obviously stunned for a moment. He originally thought that Zhong Hao was just asking out of concern, but he did not expect that Zhong Hao actually wanted to help him with treatment.
His first reaction was not only surprise, but also disbelief. Not only him, but everyone there including Zhao Zhuliang also had some disbelief.
Although Zhao Zhuliang and the others had heard from Zhong Hao that they had learned from an old Chinese doctor, Zhong Hao was too young after all, and Zhao Zihua had seen many so-called famous doctors in the past few years, but almost all examinations
The results are the same.
Under such circumstances, they naturally did not believe that Zhong Hao could cure Zhao Zihua's injured and paralyzed legs.
It was Zhao Zihua who reacted first. He did not refuse, but asked Zhong Hao: "Zhong Hao, are you doing the inspection here?"
"Well, you can just pull up your pants."
Zhong Hao responded simply, and then took out his needle box directly from his arms.
Zhao Zihua was also very straightforward. He pulled up his slightly loose trousers and grabbed them with his hands to facilitate Zhong Hao's inspection.
Next to him, a young man quickly moved a chair for Zhong Hao.
Zhong Hao sat down directly on the chair, then took out silver needles one by one and inserted them into the acupuncture points around Zhao Zihua's calf.
At the same time, Zhong Hao directly introduced the spiritual energy he had prepared into those acupuncture points. Immediately, the condition of the nerve tissue in Zhao Zihua's body was almost completely displayed in front of Zhong Hao.
Feeling the condition of the nerve tissue in Zhao Zihua's legs, Zhong Hao couldn't help but frown.
The nerve tissue between Zhao Zihua's legs was not only seriously damaged, but also many nerve tissues were necrotic. In this case, any surgery would be useless.
Even with the powerful ability of psychic energy to restore neurons, Zhong Hao was not absolutely sure that he could restore Zhao Zihua's necrotic nerves.
Seeing Zhong Hao frowning, Zhao Zihua also had a faint smile on his face.
There was no disappointment, for he already knew what strong fruit would be like.
