Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help shouting, her eyes filled with worry.
"Do not worry."
Zhang Yuan smiled and said, although he was confident on the surface, he was actually a little guilty.
However, he also knew that those doubts would only affect his performance at this point, so he took a deep breath and calmed down.
He raised his hand and took out the needle that Dr. Zhao had inserted into President Yang's body.
Although he has no experience in treating diseases, he in that video has treated countless people.
So the moment he touched the silver needle, countless familiar scenes appeared in his mind.
He took off the last needle from President Yang and closed his eyes. The pictures in his mind turned into memories one after another. It was as if he was immersed in the scene and treated those patients with his own hands.
Everyone looked puzzled when they saw his appearance.
"Humph, you are pretending to be a ghost. If you can't cure grandpa in a while, I will kill him."
Yang Xiaocheng said coldly.
Seeing that the old man's chest could hardly be seen rising and falling, and Zhang Yuan was still concentrating with his eyes closed, the Yang family couldn't help but want to remind him.
But at this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gleaming with light, and his whole demeanor changed, becoming calm and sophisticated.
He looks like the kind of famous doctor who has saved countless lives, giving people a sense of peace of mind.
Then Zhang Yuan flicked his wrist, and the needle landed on President Yang's eyebrow, and then he picked up another needle and dropped it directly without any hesitation.
Then the acupuncture was performed smoothly and smoothly, which was completely different from Dr. Zhao's cautious and careful acupuncture before.
The Yang family was dazzled by what they saw.
Within a minute, President Yang's head and chest were covered with silver needles.
Then Zhang Yuan either plucked or turned, playing with the silver needles.
He could clearly feel that the strange Qi emerged in his body again, and flowed into Chairman Yang's body through the silver needle along his fingertips.
Suddenly I felt surprised. Could it be that the energy could also cure diseases?
Everyone also realized that this should be the key to treatment. Success or failure depended on this, and they couldn't help but become nervous.
Yang Xiaoyun did not dare to breathe hard, and unconsciously clenched the corners of her clothes with her hands.
Zhang Yuan completed the entire treatment process according to the method in his mind, and then began to withdraw the silver needles one by one.
Yang Xiaoyun couldn't help but ask when she saw this.
"Is it over? How was it?"
Without waiting for Zhang Yuan to answer, Yang Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and said.
"What else can I do? Grandpa didn't react at all. He is nothing at all."
Zhang Yuan didn't speak. In fact, he didn't know what to say. He didn't know why he was doing this. He obviously did exactly what he remembered.
Now there is only one explanation. The memory is false. Before, it was just a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.
He felt bitter in his heart, God had played an unfunny joke on him.
The consequence of this joke is that at least he cannot face Yang Xiaoyun, and it is also the worst consequence for him.
But the moment he took back the last needle, President Yang's chest bulged high.
Everyone clearly heard the sound of heavy inhalation, and then the chest slowly dropped, followed by a long exhalation.
The next second, President Yang suddenly opened his eyes, sat up slowly, looked at everyone with a blank expression, scratched his gray hair and asked.
"What are you all doing here?"
Everyone opened their mouths, and then burst into expressions of ecstasy. A soft-hearted woman like Yang Xiaoyun even burst into tears.
Zhang Yuan also breathed a sigh of relief and showed a relaxed smile.
Then everyone explained what happened to President Yang.
The old man did not get angry this time, but drove Yang Xiaocheng and his people out expressionlessly.
Then he held Zhang Yuan's hand and said with gratitude.
"Thank you. If it weren't for you this time, I, an old guy, would have to go see the King of Hell. I really can't let go of this family without worry. If you need help in the future, our Yang family will definitely help you!"
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Others in the Yang family also agreed.
"Yes, yes, Mr. Zhang, if you have anything to say in the future, you must say it."
"Don't take it to heart when Yang Xiaocheng said nonsense before. We apologize to you on his behalf."
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Zhang Yuan was not arrogant, he waved his hand and said.
"President Yang, you are serious."
He glanced at the people present and felt a little dismayed in his heart. Although these people would definitely have intrigues in normal times, when the old man was in danger, they were a truly united family.
This was very enviable for him, a child who grew up in an orphanage, but as the only outsider in the room, he felt very uncomfortable, so he spoke.
"Since you're fine, I won't bother you anymore. I'll go ahead and wish you a happy birthday."
When President Yang heard this, he subconsciously wanted to persuade him to stay, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Zhang Yuan's appraisal written on his face.
So he held back the reluctance in his heart and turned to Yang Xiaoyun.
"Okay, Xiaoyun, go and see Zhang Yuan off."
"Why are you leaving in such a hurry? I still want to get drunk with Mr. Zhang."
"It must be something urgent. I'll drive Mr. Zhang off."
"Why don't we all go? Mr. Zhang must visit our Yang family if he has the chance."
…
Upon hearing this, the others all expressed their intention to send Zhang Yuan away.
When the old man heard this, he was immediately furious. He secretly cursed these people who had no eyesight and scolded them.
"Why are you joining in the fun? Just stay here!"
Everyone immediately calmed down.
Then Yang Xiaoyun escorted Zhang Yuan out of the hotel, and Zhang Yuan warned him on the way.
"President Yang's coma was caused by a sudden attack of anger. To put it simply, he was angry. Although I have cured most of it this time, I have to let President Yang rest and recover slowly in the future. He was so angry."
"And it is best to make a detailed diet within a month, exercise appropriately every day, and exercise."
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Zhang Yuan was talking to himself along the way, while Yang Xiaoyun just responded with um um oh oh.
Zhang Yuan said after walking out of the hotel door.
"Okay, just send it here. Go back quickly, bye..."
Before she finished speaking, Yang Xiaoyun suddenly took a step forward, threw herself into Zhang Yuan's arms, and hugged him tightly.
Zhang Yuan was stunned for a moment and heard the other party say with a cry.
"Thank you, Zhang Yuan, thank you very much."
The fragrance was fragrant, and the warmth and softness in his arms made Zhang Yuan come back to his senses and feel inexplicably familiar.
It was as if he had experienced this hug countless times before, and there was a sense of excitement in his heart that we would see each other again.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out and hug the other person tightly, respond to the other person, and express his feelings.
But he hesitated when he opened his hand.
It was a bit abrupt, maybe he only had that familiar feeling.
So he just patted Yang Xiaoyun's back gently and said softly.
"Okay, it's okay."
"Luckily there's you."
Yang Xiaoyun raised her head and said affectionately.