In an instant, everyone in the Yang family present was trembling, and they lowered their heads even if the matter had nothing to do with them.
Although President Yang is usually amiable, no one is afraid of him if he really gets angry.
The person involved, Yang Xiaocheng, even knelt down on the ground with a "pop" sound from his legs.
I don’t dare to take chances anymore and beg for mercy.
"Grandpa, I know I was wrong, and there is nothing I can do about it. I have lost too much money outside and I really can't afford it..."
Yang Xiaocheng's original plan was to use the cane to please the old man, and then take the opportunity to ask to see the collection.
But he didn't expect Zhang Yuan to show up halfway, disrupting his plan. However, he had an idea and used Zhang Yuan to deceive others.
It's a pity that he underestimated Zhang Yuan.
After hearing his explanation, President Yang did not calm down his anger. Instead, his face turned even redder. He pointed at him and opened his mouth wide without uttering a word.
A sound of breathing like an old bellows came from his mouth.
Everyone realized something was wrong and shouted.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Old man? Old man!"
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But their shouts alone had no effect. President Yang rolled his eyes, raised his head and fell down.
Zhang Yuan was stunned. President Yang was obviously furious. Although he had long seen that his health was not in good condition, he did not expect that he would not be able to withstand such a blow.
Everyone was even more confused and rushed forward, shouting desperately.
Even Yang Xiaocheng knelt and crawled to President Yang, shouting with a mournful face.
For half a minute, President Yang still had no reaction.
Upon seeing this, Yang Xiaocheng immediately pointed at Zhang Yuan not far away and roared.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for your grandfather, he wouldn't be like this."
Then he pointed at Yang Xiaoyun and continued to blame.
"And you, if you hadn't brought this kid here, none of this would have happened. It was you who caused grandpa to do this!"
Zhang Yuan's facial features immediately intertwined. This was the first time he had seen someone so capable of taking the blame.
Yang Xiaoyun even retorted directly.
"Yang Xiaocheng, you are so shameless. It was obviously because you squandered the family property and stole grandpa's things that you made grandpa so angry, but you still have the nerve to blame me."
When Yang Xiaocheng heard this, not only did he not feel any shame on his face, he stood up abruptly and spoke forcefully.
"Yes, I did what I did, but if it wasn't for Zhang Yuan, how could grandpa Zhang Yuan find out? If he didn't find out, how could he be so angry that he passed out? It's because of you!"
Zhang Yuan laughed angrily at his brain circuitry.
Yang Xiaoyun even blushed.
At this moment, an elderly member of the Yang family suddenly shouted.
"Okay! Stop arguing! What time is it? Quickly notify the hospital and send the old man there!"
Only then did everyone wake up from their panic and took out their phones to contact the hospital.
But Yang Xiaocheng suddenly said.
"Wait a minute, grandpa may not be able to withstand the torture in this state. I know a famous doctor. I'll ask him to come over and treat grandpa."
"Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly!"
The elder of the Yang family yelled, followed by the others.
"Come on, lift the old man to the sofa quickly and be gentle."
Then everyone carried President Yang to the sofa.
Yang Xiaocheng also took this opportunity to finish the phone call and said.
"The famous doctor will be here soon."
Afterwards, everyone could only gather around the sofa and wait anxiously.
Zhang Yuan looked at President Yang who was lying on the sofa, breathing weakly and with a sickly flushed face, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind.
I can cure this disease.
In fact, what he got from the previous video was not only the ability to identify antiques, but also some medical skills. However, he had never designed medicine before, so naturally he had no way of knowing whether what he got was true or false.
But the thought in his mind at this time slowly turned into an impulse.
In the end, he couldn't help but stepped forward and put his hand on President Yang's wrist.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this.
Yang Xiaocheng was the first to come to his senses, slapped Zhang Yuan's hand down, and shouted angrily.
"What do you want to do? You're still taking my grandfather's pulse and pretending to be a ghost. Why do you have some medical skills?"
Yang Xiaoyun on the side couldn't help but asked expectantly.
"Zhang Yuan, have you studied medicine?"
Although he had already drawn all the conclusions and treatment methods about President Yang's illness during the short pulse diagnosis, he was not convinced, so he could only shake his head and said.
"No."
When Yang Xiaoyun received this answer, a look of disappointment inevitably appeared on her face. It was not directed at Zhang Yuan, but at this time, she really hoped that someone would suddenly appear to save her grandfather.
When Yang Xiaocheng heard this, he immediately jumped up, pointed at Zhang Yuan and cursed angrily.
"Listen, everyone has heard it, you don't have medical skills, why did you touch my grandpa? Did you kill my grandpa?"
The rest of the people also turned cold and scolded one after another.
"Mr. Zhang, please don't cause trouble in this case."
"No one knows what's going on with the old man now. What if you act erratically and cause something bad for the old man?"
"You said you're not a doctor, why did you touch the old man?"
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Seeing Zhang Yuan becoming the target of public criticism, Yang Xiaocheng showed a proud smile on his face.
Even Yang Xiaoyun didn't know how to help argue.
Fortunately, a voice suddenly came from the door.
"Where is President Yang? I'm here!"
Everyone looked around and saw a man with gray hair on his temples carrying a wooden box trotting towards them.
Yang Xiaocheng hurriedly greeted him and said.
"Here it is! Here it is!"
After bringing the man over, he opened his mouth and introduced him to everyone.
"This is the famous doctor I'm talking about, Dr. Zhao. He is the leading figure in the medical community in Sioux City..."
The elder of the Yang family waved his hand and said impatiently.
"Okay, how long have you been talking about this?"
Then he hurriedly pulled Dr. Zhao to President Yang and said.
"Dr. Zhao, please see how my father is doing and see if you can treat him."
Doctor Zhao didn't talk nonsense, but he squatted down to check President Yang's pulse. After a while, he took a deep breath and said, and slowly took back his hand.
Seeing this, everyone hurriedly asked.
"Dr. Zhao, how are you doing?"
Dr. Zhao said with a smile.
"Don't worry, President Yang is suffering from cerebral hypoxia caused by insufficient blood supply. I'll put a few needles in to clear it up and he'll be fine immediately."
Everyone was relieved when they heard this.
Zhang Yuan, on the other hand, couldn't help but frown. This was completely different from his conclusion of Juelun.
Then he slowly relaxed and thought that he was really just thinking wildly. After all, he was a professional doctor.