"Stop talking about Aunt Liu, the old man did this for Ying'an's own good." The servant said, reaching out and pulling the old lady up, turned around and walked out of the hall.
"Shen Xue, what a coincidence, you are here too?"
The three of them had just stood up when a man's voice sounded, and they all immediately looked back.
I saw Ling Qiule walking in with an old lady in her sixties, and there were several burly men standing at the door. They seemed to be bodyguards or thugs who came with him.
Needless to say, we can guess that he accompanied his grandma to burn incense. Otherwise, given his moral character, it would be more appropriate to meet him in a nightclub.
Even if he had a dirty smile on his face in front of the Buddha at this time, if the Buddha could really appear, he would definitely jump out and slap him in the face.
As soon as Shen Xue saw him, her face was full of disgust and disgust. She rolled her eyes and said nothing.
"Old sister, are you here again to burn incense and make wishes for your son?"
Ling Qiule's grandma was obviously dressed in a more western style, with her hair dyed black and permed, wearing round old gold earrings on her ears, and an expensive jade bracelet on her wrist.
The purple coat made her look much younger, forming a sharp contrast with Aunt Xu opposite her. Zhang Yang was more sure of his judgment in her familiar greeting.
"Yeah." Aunt Xu hummed softly, and a smile appeared on her face as a polite response.
"Oh, your old man is just too stubborn. No matter how bad Ying'an is, he is still his son. How could you send him into the army so cruelly? Otherwise, this kind of thing wouldn't have happened."
Although Ling Qiule's grandmother spoke with regret, her tone was sinister and sarcastic.
It's no wonder, they say like father, like son, and now it has been extended to include such a grandma, she will definitely not be able to give birth to any good grandson, she is almost a virtuous person.
"Ying'an has always been a good boy, he's just playful by nature." Aunt Liu didn't care about her ridicule, but patiently defended her son.
"Oh, well, old sisters, of course my son will look after his own good."
Although she sounds like an old sister, Grandma Ling Qiule's words were very sharp and hurtful. She continued without a trace of sisterly affection: "There is nothing we can do about the misfortune of our family. Your old man's actions can be regarded as extinguishing relatives out of justice, right?"
"You..." Aunt Liu trembled all over and was so angry that she couldn't speak.
"Okay Aunt Liu, let's go back quickly." The servant on the side persuaded her, and at the same time took her arm and walked out of the hall.
Zhang Yang saw that Aunt Liu's steps were staggering, and she raised her hands to wipe her tears from time to time. It was obvious that she was very sad inside, and she became even more disgusted with the old lady in the room.
"Old lady, do you come here to burn incense and make wishes again?" the monk just now said with a smile on his face.
"Well, burn two sticks of incense and let Buddha bless our Ling family's business to be prosperous and our family to be safe."
After Ling Qiule's grandma finished speaking, she winked at her grandson next to her. Ling Qiule walked over quickly, took out a wad of hundred-dollar bills from his pocket and stuffed it into the box.
His feet still seemed to be equipped with springs, and his heels bounced back and forth without touching the ground. Coupled with the proud look on his face, he wanted to show off as much as he could.
The Buddha was so unstable and looked like he needed a beating, Zhang Yang thought in his mind.
"Buddha will definitely appear and bless the Ling family as you wish." The monk said with a flattering tone as he picked up two of the most exquisite incense bouquets and handed them over.
As the saying goes, if you have money, you can make ghosts go around. Nowadays, let alone ghosts, even if you have money, you can make Buddha go around. It cannot but be said to be a sad reality.
In China, so many temples and Buddhist niches are being renovated to become more and more magnificent, and the incense bundles are also becoming more and more exquisite and expensive. Is this what is said about being sincere and spiritual?
Are the poor people who have no money just not sincere? In fact, they simply cannot afford to burn such expensive incense bundles and cannot express their devotion to the Buddha.
Burning incense and worshiping Buddha has become a game for the rich...
"Thank you for your tip."
Probably because of the awesome habit of tipping waiters in nightclubs, Ling Qiule smiled and took out two hundred-dollar bills and handed them over again when he heard the monk's flattering words.
The monk was stunned and immediately showed an embarrassed look on his face. After a pause, he still reached out and took the money.
Instead of putting it into the incense box next to it, he put it into his pocket himself. It seemed that he could distinguish between business and private matters and said: "Thank you."
Her expression and behavior were no different from those of a girl in a nightclub. She was nothing more than selling her body and dignity, while the monk was selling his own conscience and the banner of the Buddha.
Ling Qiule turned around and looked at Shen Xue with a proud look on her face. Of course, when she saw Feng Yanran beside her, her expression became even more wretched and her eyes began to shine.
It is undeniable that Feng Yanran's majestic and noble temperament, especially after last night's entanglement, began to have a hint of the charm of a mature woman on her pretty face.
Although it was just a slight change, it made her even more stunning than Shen Xue.
"Shen Xue, the beauty next to you is..." Finally, Ling Qiule couldn't help but stepped forward and asked.
"Isn't she very beautiful? Do you want to get to know her?" Shen Xuejiao asked with a smile.
"Beautiful, of course I want to get to know her and be friends." Ling Qiule looked at Feng Yanran with a lewd smile and said.
"You alone are not worthy of knowing her."
…
Ling Qiule's face turned purple with anger, but it seemed that due to Shen Xue's family background, she did not dare to do anything to this girl.
"Really? And there's a girl my grandson doesn't deserve to know?"
Ling Qiule's grandmother obviously heard Shen Xue's words. When she burned incense and made a wish, she did not forget to fight for her grandson's injustice, which shows her so-called sincerity.
Zhang Yang waved his arm, and the talisman in his hand flashed, exuding light blue flames. With a flick of his finger, the talisman turned into a streak of fire and flew toward the burning incense bundle.
All this happened in an instant, and no one in the hall must have noticed his move.
"Old lady, you are short of breath when you speak, and your energy is weak and weak. You should have frequent insomnia and chest tightness at night, right?" Zhang Yang said.
This is just a common situation. Elderly people who are arrogant and arrogant are prone to get angry and abnormal over some things, so it is normal for the above situation to happen frequently.
What's more, the old lady in front of me seems to be dressed very elegantly, but her face has an obvious sallow sick look. Although she is not seriously ill, she is still weak and has constant ailments.
"How do you know?"
Ling Qiule's grandma didn't bother to burn incense and make wishes devoutly. She was just showing off. When Zhang Yang said this, she immediately raised her head and asked.
"I'm a doctor." Zhang Yang replied shamelessly.
"How high can such a young doctor's medical skills be?"
Ling Qiule's grandmother continued questioningly: "I have seen a doctor for these symptoms. They are just minor illnesses. Just pay attention to rest and it's nothing serious."
She also knows her physical condition very well. After all, she is a rich person. If she feels any discomfort, she will choose to go to a big hospital, so she is not so easy to fool.
"The level of medical skill does not depend on age. It is fate that you and I know each other. How about I take your pulse?"
"this……"
Grandma Ling Qiule lowered her head and thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I want to see if you can tell what disease I have by taking my pulse."
There are many liars these days, and the old lady is not new to the world, so she was still a little hesitant at first.
But his grandson was here, and there were a few bodyguards and thugs at the door. Could he still be afraid of the young man in front of him? Thinking of this, he felt relieved and handed over his hand.
Zhang Yang put his hand on her wrist in a decent manner and said after a moment: "You are short of breath and have symptoms of coronary heart disease."
After finishing speaking, he deliberately showed a surprised look on his face and continued: "You also suffered from cerebral thrombosis, probably many years ago."
"Yes, yes, but it has been cured. The doctor said that cerebral thrombosis occurs every six years. As long as it does not occur again for six years, it will be cured and will not happen again."
Ling Qiule's grandma saw that he could even see the symptoms from many years ago, and began to believe in him, speaking without any concealment.
"That's the case under normal circumstances, but judging from your pulse, you will do it again this year."
Zhang Yang was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, so he continued to add insult to injury: "Have you been out of breath recently when you walk a lot, and have symptoms of numbness in your body?"
Cerebral thrombosis can still be felt by checking the pulse. As for the asthma and numbness that follows, it is completely a mystery.
How can an elderly person not be out of breath after walking a lot, let alone a pampered old lady?
As for numbness, it was like a liar telling fortunes. She didn’t have such symptoms originally. After what he said, the old lady really felt that she had such symptoms. It was purely a psychological effect.
"Yes, this is indeed the case. How should we treat him?" Ling Qiule's grandma was surprised and began to trust him, so she couldn't wait to ask.
The elderly are inherently weak-minded, not to mention the older they get, the more afraid they are of death, so they naturally take extra care of their health. This is why many scammers specialize in selling medicines to treat illnesses and defraud the elderly out of their money.
Shen Xue and others next to her had already focused their attention on this. They didn't understand why Zhang Yang was suddenly so kind to treat such an annoying old lady.
They all clearly heard Grandma Ling Qiule's sarcasm towards Aunt Xu just now, and they didn't have the slightest impression of her.
And Ling Qiule was obviously quite wary of this grandma. Otherwise, with his personality, he didn't know where to hang out with girls, how could he come to this deserted place in the temple?
Therefore, even though Zhang Yang was particularly displeased and even glared angrily at him, he did not dare to step forward and interrupt.
"I'll give you acupuncture treatment."
"Acupuncture here?"
"Well, it's very simple, it only takes a few minutes." Zhang Yang said very confidently.
"Okay, where are your acupuncture needles?"
Ling Qiule's grandma heard that his diagnosis was quite good and saw his confident expression. She looked around and hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
The reason for hesitation was not that he doubted Zhang Yang's medical skills, but that it was a bit inconvenient to perform acupuncture in front of the Buddha in the main hall.
PS: Eight updates in a row, excluding the two guaranteed updates today, the six more chapters contain my sincere gratitude~~ Although I am as tired as a dog for this addition! Although there are not many votes, at least I know that you are supporting me
I, thank you.
PS: I’m still short of 200 subscriptions, but the high order for this book is already over 1,000. I’m begging for your support. I’m going to have 1 million words soon. My subscription results are that I’ve gone from cabbage price to green vegetable price, and from domestic milk powder.
Having learned the basics of imported milk powder, I once again beg for your support~~ (To be continued)