Zhang Yang has already seen that the short-haired girl in front of him looks fine on the surface, but is actually suffering physically and mentally.
Among other things, long-term constipation makes her feel exhausted.
In particularly severe cases, laxatives may be the only solution.
"Okay, let's talk about menstrual cramps!"
"To relieve pain, use acupuncture to prick Xuehai and Sanyinjiao. It is best to use filiform acupuncture, but of course filiform acupuncture can also be used. But if you want a radical cure, you'd better bring the patient to have a look. As for you, I suggest you find a time to
I will give you acupuncture, otherwise it will be very damaging for you to rely on laxatives like this."
"Okay, I'll ask her to find you later. If it's just the medical fee..." the short-haired girl said hesitantly.
Obviously, Wang Yang had already shouted out 10,000 just now, and everyone thought Zhang Yang was too small, so they found it a bit difficult to say it.
"We'll decide based on the situation!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
With Wang Yang's ten thousand, Zhang Yang's desire for money is no longer so strong.
Besides, as a descendant of the Zhu family, it is your duty to hang the pot to help the world.
What's more, these are all classmates who can help, so naturally they can't just sit back and watch.
"Okay!" the woman said, asked for Zhang Yang's phone number, and left in a hurry.
Seeing that she was ignored, Ouyang Ting became furious and left the classroom silently.
But before leaving, she took away one of the composite boards.
As soon as she left, several more people gathered around her, asking questions.
It's more like Zhang Yang is holding another special therapy session.
Fortunately, the class bell rang in time, otherwise it would have been endless.
The second class was just about simple theoretical knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. Ouyang Ting never returned, and Zhang Yang couldn't help but frown.
He didn't think he was going too far, but he felt that skipping school in this way was not respectful of his teachers.
You know, no matter how boring the lectures given by Master Qingyun were, Zhang Yang would still listen patiently and carefully.
It seems that the management of this preparatory class is not very strict...
Zhang Yang didn't want to continue to be surrounded. As soon as the bell rang, he immediately stepped out of the way. He even had to use the eight-step cicada technique to far away the group of classmates who continued to ask him for advice.
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There was a long queue in the school cafeteria at noon, but the teachers' cafeteria seemed quieter.
Zhang Yang originally wanted to continue making cakes and eggs, but accidentally saw two familiar figures, so he gave up his attention.
Cruelly, Zhang Yang spent 24 yuan on a portion of twice-cooked pork and fish-flavored eggplant at the Sichuan food window.
Only then did he realize why it was so much cleaner here.
The food here is a lot more expensive than over there.
However, Zhang Yang didn't feel any physical pain at this moment.
Anyway, ten thousand yuan was credited to the account in the evening, so it was only natural to treat myself to a good meal.
So, under the extremely surprised and even gloating eyes of others, he walked straight to Ouyang Ting and her cousin.
When Ouyang Ting looked up and saw him again, her pretty face immediately turned red with anger, and she stood up to leave.
"Tingting, don't go, we are not afraid of him." The woman next to Ouyang Ting grabbed her arm and pulled her to sit down again.
Ouyang Ting opened her mouth, but finally swallowed the words on her lips.
"Two beauties, there's no one here!" Zhang Yang said politely.
But for Ouyang Ting, everything Zhang Yang did was more like a disguise.
Moreover, Zhang Yang's tone seemed to be exactly the same as when he sat next to him shamelessly in class.
It made her even more angry.
Did he come here to ridicule himself on purpose?!
Zhang Yang, you damn bastard!
"Whatever, this restaurant is shared, we can't interfere with where you sit." The tall and beautiful woman smiled sweetly and said gracefully.
Zhang Yang looked at her carefully for the first time. Her fair and pretty face was full of capable temperament, and she exuded the aura of a working woman.
If I hadn't met her in college, I would have mistaken her for an urban white-collar worker. Although she is younger, she is not far behind Wen Lan.
"Thank you." Zhang Yang felt restrained in front of her and sat down pretending to be relaxed.
As soon as Zhang Yang sat down, those who were watching the excitement were surprised at first, and then started talking about it.
Some people were envious, while others bet that Zhang Yang would eventually be ridiculed by the two beauties and then walk away in despair.
It turned out that Ouyang Ting and the others already had several boys who felt good about themselves who wanted to get close to them, but they were rejected one after another.
Everyone is waiting for Zhang Yang to become the next unlucky guy to be expelled.
"Classmate Zhang Yang, my name is Feng Yanran. I am Tingting's cousin. Nice to meet you." Feng Yanran introduced herself generously, but kept staring at Zhang Yang, as if she wanted to see through all his thoughts.
"Senior Yanran, I am the same." Zhang Yang smiled and continued, "Actually, I came here mainly to apologize to classmate Ouyang Ting."
"Apologise? I don't dare take it! Tell me, what are you trying to do?"
When Ouyang Ting heard what he said, she was surprised but still expressed strong disgust.
"I'm not playing tricks, I really want to say sorry to you."
"Then tell me, what happened to the chair just now?"
"Fake and shoddy products, careless, so they break."
"Nonsense! I saw the crack in that chair, it's very strong!" Ouyang Ting said with a frown.
"Then I don't know."
"Hmph, are you still trying to lie to me?! I saw it and the material is very strong. Don't tell me that it will crack with just one touch!" Ouyang Ting looked at Zhang Yang with burning eyes.
"Who knows? Maybe it's just a coincidence." Zhang Yang shrugged and said indifferently.
"Hmph! I want to fight with you!" Ouyang Ting said angrily, about to get ready to fight.
How could this hot-tempered woman be as virtuous as Shishi?
Thinking of Shishi, an inexplicable emotion flashed through Zhang Yang's heart.
"You want to fight me? I think it's better to forget it."
"Why, are you scared?"
"Afraid? There is no word fear in my dictionary, Zhang Yang. To be honest, you are no match for me." Zhang Yang said, raising a finger.
"What do you mean?" Ouyang Ting asked with a frown.
"I can't get away with even one move!" Zhang Yang said calmly.
"Really? Well, how about we meet at the Taekwondo gym at nine o'clock in the evening?" Ouyang Ting said angrily.
"Taekwondo gym! Fighting at home?" Zhang Yang laughed.
"Hmph, you can choose another location." Ouyang Ting's chest rose and fell violently, obviously trying to control her emotions.
"Really, you are no match for me." Zhang Yang said seriously.
"Huh, you won't know until you fight! Don't look down on others. If you lose, don't say anything about deliberately giving in to someone!"
"Can you lend me this tea egg?" Zhang Yang said, picking up a tea egg on the side of Feng Yanran's plate.
"Of course!" Feng Yanran nodded.
"Beauty Ouyang, you can tell by peeling it off and looking at the yolk."
Ouyang Ting took the tea egg suspiciously and carefully peeled off a piece of egg white.
Immediately, she exclaimed.
It turned out that when I peeled off the egg whites, I found that the yolk inside turned into powder and flowed out, forming a hill-like shape on the white tabletop!
"Qigong?!" Ouyang Ting looked at Zhang Yang in shock.
"Almost!" Zhang Yang smiled slightly.
"But..." Ouyang Ting hesitated.
"Don't give up!" Zhang Yang said with a smile, "Think about it, if the force of such a landslide hits you, your internal organs will probably be damaged!"
When Ouyang Ting heard this, she nodded subconsciously.
After a while of silence, she suddenly looked at Zhang Yang expectantly: "Um...can you teach me? I want to become your teacher!"
"Worship me as your master? No, no! Absolutely not." Zhang Yang was shocked and quickly refused.
"Stingy!" Ouyang Ting curled her lips.
"Tingting, maybe the sect has a rule that male rather than female inheritance is passed on!" Feng Yanran on the side tugged on her cousin's clothes and whispered.
"How could it be so feudal? What era are we in now?"
"Um, I don't know if it's a matter of male rather than female, but I really have to ask my master about accepting apprentices. Besides, I haven't even started training yet! How can I be a master to others?"
"Who is your master?" Ouyang Ting asked.
"The head of the Danxia Mountain Fu Medical Sect, Taoist Priest Qingyun, who is known as the Living God!" Zhang Yang said with a proud look on his face.
Zhang Yang thought to himself that it would be good to promote Fu Medical Sect.
Although Master Qingyun is a bit unreliable like his uncle, he is still good.
Although he was a monk, he was also compassionate and compassionate. There were countless people within a hundred miles who had been healed by him.
"Danxia Mountain...can you take me to visit the revered master if you have the chance?" Ouyang Ting asked again.
"Yes, there is me. I also want to meet this old god." Feng Yanran also looked expectant.
"Sorry!" Zhang Yang shook his head, "I made an agreement with Master before I went down the mountain. I can't go back until I get my diploma."
When Zhang Yang said this, he couldn't help but think of his master and uncle.
He probably used itching powder to deal with them. The two of them would not be able to get rid of their anger for a while, so he would not send them to their door.
"Liar!" Ouyang Ting said angrily.
"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Zhang Yang looked indifferent.
"By the way, Zhang Yang, can you really cure Tingting's myocarditis?" Feng Yanran asked.
"It's within reach." Zhang Yang said firmly.
"Tell me, how much is the consultation fee? I heard that you originally offered 100,000 for the acquired color blindness!" Feng Yanran asked again.
Obviously, she is very concerned about her cousin Ouyang Ting's illness.
"Talk about money hurts feelings!" Zhang Yang said sternly.
"I don't have any feelings for you." Ouyang Ting snorted coldly.
"Oh, in that case, let's not talk about feelings! There is also a saying that talking about feelings hurts money! I am actually very short of money." Zhang Yang said seriously.
"Huh, you're a small-minded man!" Ouyang Ting scolded.
"Really?" Zhang Yang sighed, "Just be petty! I originally thought that since we are classmates after all, I could treat you for free out of friendship, but now it seems that I have overthought it."
"Huh, don't use it!" Ouyang Ting snorted coldly and said every word.
"Don't hold on." Zhang Yang looked disdainful, "Do you think it's as simple as myocarditis? You've obviously said you need a good rest, but you still practice Taekwondo. This is a third-rate thing without corresponding breathing methods as an aid.
It is better to practice Kung Fu less, otherwise you will damage your body before you hurt anyone, and the gain will outweigh the loss. If you really like to practice martial arts, practice Tai Chi. It will not only strengthen your body, but also cultivate your character, making you better.
Bright and moving.”
"Tai Chi...you are the only one who practices Tai Chi! Your whole family..."
"We all practice Tai Chi, right? You are right, our whole family all practices Tai Chi! My master and my uncle are both masters." Zhang Yang interrupted Ouyang Ting, "Humph, what do you think we do?
The Tai Chi created by Zhang Zhenren is not as good as that of Taekwondo? You don’t look like a Korean stickman, either?"
"Isn't it?" Ouyang Ting asked with a sneer, staring at Zhang Yang with burning eyes. (To be continued)