"Grandpa, although I can't help you cure your brain cancer, if you believe me, I can help you temporarily control the progression of your brain cancer so that you can live longer..."
When the opportunity arose, Zhong Hao chose to seize it. If the old man was lucky, he might even have a chance to help the old man cure brain cancer.
However, Zhong Hao has not spoken out yet. He doesn't like to make big promises, nor does he like to guarantee anything without absolute certainty.
"What?"
Listening to what Zhong Hao said, the old man was obviously stunned.
Controlling the progression rate of brain cancer, as Zhong Hao said, means that he can live longer.
The old man had actually been prepared to die at any time. His brain cancer had reached the point where medical treatment could not save him. But what he didn't expect was that in front of him at this moment was a young man who looked to be in his early twenties.
He even said that he could control the progression of his brain cancer.
The old man's first feeling was that he didn't believe it, but soon he found that he seemed to have overlooked an issue after waking up, that is, how did the young man in front of him pull him back from death just now, and
That silver needle...
Thinking of this, a glimmer of excitement flashed through the old man's almost wrinkled eyes, and he asked with some expectation: "Little brother, are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, grandpa."
Zhong Hao had already thought about the reason, paused slightly, and then explained: "I have learned a set of acupuncture techniques, which can control the spread of cancer cells within a certain period of time by stimulating the acupoints on the Ren and Du meridians."
"What you just saved me with was acupuncture?" the old man asked again.
"Yeah." Zhong Hao nodded.
"Okay, I believe you."
The old man's answer was very straightforward, and he encouraged: "Little brother, just go ahead and do whatever you want. Anyway, my life is almost over. It doesn't matter if you fail. If you succeed, then I, the old man, will make a lot of money."
"Grandpa, don't worry, I won't let you down." Although the old man's brain cancer cannot be cured, Zhong Hao still has absolute confidence in controlling the old man's condition.
The old man seemed to have remembered something and asked: "Little brother, how can I find you in the future?"
"..."
Zhong Hao was stunned for a moment. He didn't have a mobile phone now, and the house hadn't been found. It would be difficult for the old man to find him.
"Little brother, is it inconvenient? If it's not convenient, forget it." Seeing Zhong Hao's troubled face, the old man thought it was inconvenient for Zhong Hao to tell him his contact information.
"No, grandpa."
Zhong Hao shook his head, and then explained: "I don't have a mobile phone, and I just moved out of Qinwei's house yesterday. I originally planned to go to Jinhe Community today to see if there are any houses for rent, so I can't give you the contact information for the time being.
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"Oh, I see……"
The old man smiled kindly, and then said directly: "Well, little brother, if you want to rent a house, I have an old vacant house that can be rented to you, and it is nearby, so the problem will be solved.
"
"Okay, thank you, grandpa."
Zhong Hao heard that the old man said it was an old house, so he thought the rent wouldn't be very expensive, so he didn't refuse politely. Moreover, it would be much more convenient to purify cancer cells for the old man.
"I, the old man, should be the one to say thank you. Okay, help me up and I'll take you there." The old man smiled and let Zhong Hao help him stand up, and then together with Zhong Hao, they walked towards the Martyrs Garden.
Go to the other side.
On the left side of the Martyrs Garden is Jinhe Community, and on the right side is a relatively quiet residential area. The old house the old man mentioned is a wooden courtyard built in the 1980s, with vermilion pillars, carved lattice doors and windows, and old
Common double-layer patio pools in houses, etc.
This courtyard seems to have been renovated, so it does not look very old. If you taste it carefully, you will find that every detail of the design and decoration of this wooden courtyard is very exquisite, giving people a classical and exquisite beauty.
Zhong Hao didn't find the details. He didn't have any requirements in this regard. He just needed to be able to live in it. And although the house was a little older, it at least didn't look like some other wooden courtyards, which would attract people during the day.
It feels eerie.
"Zhong Hao, although this yard is a bit old, it's still clean. What do you think? If you're satisfied, just move in. Besides, it's not far from where you go to school, and it won't take much time to walk.
." Pointing to the yard, the old man asked Zhong Hao.
He asked Zhong Hao's name on the way here, and also knew that Zhong Hao was a student at Mingzhi Private Academy.
"That's great, Grandpa Ye. The environment here is much better than where I lived before."
Zhong Hao was very satisfied, and even though the house was a little older, it was still much better than what he had originally guessed Huan Jing would do.
This made Zhong Hao start to worry about the rent. If it was too expensive, he wouldn't be able to afford it.
After thinking about it, Zhong Hao asked the old man: "Grandpa Ye, I don't know how to calculate the rent. I only need to rent a room..."
The old man's surname was Ye, but he didn't tell Zhong Hao what his full name was, and Zhong Hao didn't care. Given the old man's age, he still wanted to call him Grandpa Ye.
Listening to what Zhong Hao said, Mr. Ye laughed and said very simply: "There is no need for rent. Anyway, this yard is empty now. If you really want to calculate it, use your acupuncture skills to let me do this."
Let the old man live a few more days."
"But……"
Zhong Hao's original intention was not this, and he never thought of taking advantage of this, but he was stopped by Mr. Ye before he could say anything.
Mr. Ye glared at Zhong Hao with some dissatisfaction and said: "A man, don't get involved in such trivial matters. If you want to pay my rent, then do I also have to pay you some medical expenses?"
After Mr. Ye said this, Zhong Hao naturally couldn't refuse anything and responded: "Okay, Grandpa Ye, I will definitely let you live well, otherwise I will have no place to live."
Mr. Ye patted Zhong Hao's shoulder with great satisfaction and said, "That's cool. Let's go. I'll take you to get familiar with this yard."
The house matter was settled. Although there were some deviations from the previous plan, Zhong Hao was still very satisfied with the result.
Accompanied by Mr. Ye, he toured the entire wooden courtyard and selected a room on the first floor. Zhong Hao then rode back to the hotel to pick up his things.
Not long after Zhong Hao left, several cars drove by in the distance.
The one at the front was a black Mercedes-Benz 600 defense car with a price of more than 8 million yuan, in the middle was a noble and luxurious extended Bentley Mulsanne, and at the back was a modified black Hummer.
The three cars stopped at the gate of the wooden courtyard almost at the same time. Four bodyguards in black quickly got out of the two cars in front and behind, two of them guarded the door of the Bentley Mulsanne, and there were two guards on both sides.
On both sides of the gate of the wooden courtyard.
The door of the Bentley Mulsanne also opened quickly, and then, a woman quickly stepped out of the car.
