"Stop." This sentence was shouted by a middle-aged man. He saw the fighting here and walked back quickly without paying attention.
Seeing that his two men instantly lost their fighting ability, he knew that he was no match for Zhang Yang and there was no need to humiliate himself.
"I won't harm him, I just want him to suffer less."
Zhang Yang finished speaking with a smile, and without waiting for Uncle Ping to answer, the silver needle in his hand immediately stabbed Zheng Binhao's chest Qihai point.
At the same time, he grabbed his wrist and Zhumen Chunyang's True Fire slowly flowed into his body.
At this time, the Zhumen Heart Technique has reached the second stage of Spirit Forging Mirror. Although it has not been fully understood, it is obviously more powerful than the first stage.
Zheng Binhao's entire arm began to emit steaming heat. At the same time, the pain in his body gradually eased, and his whole body became extremely comfortable and light.
"After returning home, you should stay in warm water for at least an hour every day, and then rub the cervical vertebrae and bone joints with dry salt. The bone and joints are the places where the toxicity is most likely to accumulate, and it is also where it begins to spread. After a month, the toxicity will disappear, and slowly it will disappear.
get well."
After a while, Zhang Yang let go of Zheng Binhao. Although he was confessing to him, it was better to say that these words were spoken to Uncle Ping.
Because when the Pure Yang True Fire entered Zheng Binhao's body just now, he could clearly feel his resistance. He was struggling all over, obviously not wanting him to undergo treatment.
What surprised him even more was that the bone-eroding mandarin duck in Zheng Binhao's body was not as serious as he thought, and he even said that he could cure it with pure Yang True Fire.
Could it be that the other party didn't hate him deeply? Or was it just that the other party was showing mercy? Of course Zhang Yang didn't care about this, he was just curious.
"My friend, can you please leave your contact information so that I can thank you in person in the future?"
Uncle Ping was a little surprised. Seeing the relaxed look on Zheng Binhao's face, he knew that he was no longer in pain at this time.
You must know that every evening is the most painful time for him. He did not expect that a disease that was not treatable in major hospitals could be cured by this young man so quickly.
Of course, he said he would leave his contact information and say thank you, and more importantly, he would be able to find him in time if his condition recurs.
"Zhang Yang, Donghai Medical University."
Zhang Yang wanted to refuse, but he didn't expect Wen Lan next to him to suddenly say it.
Although Wen Lan used to be a flight attendant, it was this kind of job that allowed her to skillfully identify the big shots.
The person in front of her was obviously not simple. After Xiaoxue's experience last time, she also wanted to make Zhang Yang's future easier, so she spoke in a hurry.
"Your phone number?" Uncle Ping continued to ask.
"Uncle Ping, let's go." Zheng Binhao on the side began to urge, looking very impatient.
He was not grateful at all because Zhang Yang cured his illness, and even felt disgusted. This made Zhang Yang and the three beauties very confused.
"See you later." Uncle Ping was obviously very wary of him and did not dare to disobey him, so he simply said goodbye.
"Do you know Arhat Boxing?" The big man just stopped suddenly and asked in a low voice.
"Arhat Quan is a Buddhist martial art and is famous for its strength. However, your practice is very rigid. Just copying the routine will not work."
Although the other party had just taken action, Zhang Yang thought that he was also responsible and did not feel disgusted. He continued: "The Qi Luck Dantian, the pulse is retrograde, gather in Guanyuan, and Shangqu is in a flash."
After a pause, the big man showed a surprise smile on his face, clasped his hands in his fists and said, "Thank you." After saying that, he turned around and left with Uncle Ping and the others.
The few sentences Zhang Yang said are exactly the retrograde mental method of Luohan Quan, which breaks the conventional practice rules.
After the big man tried it, his energy channels were indeed smooth, and he benefited a lot. He was naturally grateful to him, but he was restricted by his responsibilities, so he left in a hurry.
"Who are they? Why are they so arrogant?" Ouyang Ting looked at their leaving figures and asked in confusion.
"He must be a big shot, otherwise how dare he hold a pistol." Feng Yanran said.
In China, it is illegal to hide a gun privately, but the other party dared to take out the gun in public.
What's even more frightening is that he actually wants to shoot. His fearless attitude alone shows that he has a lot of background.
"It doesn't matter who the big shot is, let's eat first." Zhang Yang felt inexplicably disgusted when he heard what kind of big shot it was, but he still smiled and said.
It has only been a few days since I left Qingyun Temple, and I have met many big shots, each one more arrogant than the last.
It made him feel as if Donghai City belonged to the big shots, and he felt a little unbalanced in his heart.
After the tossing just now, as well as the pointing and talking from the surrounding diners, several people no longer have appetite.
After a simple meal, we paid and left.
It was only when I was checking out that I realized that Uncle Ping had already paid the bill just now. From the boss's excited expression and the compensation for the table and stool, he must have made a lot of money.
Although the two sisters Feng Yanran were thinking about Aunt Chen, they had not yet come out of the panic last night. Instead of returning to the villa, they sent Wen Lan back to school with Zhang Yang and then went back to school together.
After returning to the dormitory, Liu Yingjie is from this city and rarely stays in the dormitory on weekdays. On weekends, he goes home for reunions.
Xie Minghui's personality dictates that his work and rest schedules are very regular. He goes to bed early and gets up early every day, even on weekends.
When Zhang Yang returned, he was already fast asleep in bed. After a day of exhaustion, Zhang Yang also went to bed early to rest.
I originally wanted to sleep in the next day, but Principal Guo found the dormitory early in the morning and asked him to attend a meeting.
Zhang Yang felt puzzled, thinking that even during the weekend, he was not allowed to have a good rest, with a look of displeasure on his face.
However, seeing Principal Guo's anxious and expectant look, I didn't want to embarrass him, so I followed him to the school conference room.
"Principal Zhou, I brought Zhang Yang." Principal Guo said as he walked into the conference room.
The two rows of chairs in the conference room were filled with people wearing white coats. Almost all of them had gray hair and were at least over fifty. They were obviously doctors from the Affiliated Hospital of Tunghai Medical University.
In the middle of the table sat a dark, thin middle-aged man about fifty years old.
With his sparse hair neatly combed and wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he is the school principal Zhou Jixin.
"Have a seat, Changshun." Zhou Jixin smiled and continued: "This is Zhang Yang, the student highly recommended by Principal Guo and Professor Li. Welcome everyone."
Only then did Zhang Yang find out that Principal Guo's name was Guo Changshun. He sat down on the chair next to the principal, and he just found a seat.
After finishing speaking, there was sparse applause in the conference room, obviously not very interested in this young man Zhang Yang.
"How can you participate in such an important competition when you are so young and still a student?"
"Could it be that Principal Guo is using public money for personal gain? What does it have to do with this young man?"
"Shh, keep your voice down."
"He definitely has no actual treatment experience. This is ridiculous."
After the doctor below finished applauding, he began to discuss in a low voice. Of course, these did not escape Zhang Yang's ears, and he was even more curious about what he was called to do.
At this moment, Professor Li hurriedly walked in from outside, holding a file in his hand and placing it in front of Zhou Jixin.
After reading it, Zhou Jixin showed surprise and confusion on his face. He raised his head and looked at Zhang Yang carefully.
"Classmate Zhang Yang, which high school did you graduate from?"
"I never went to school." Zhang Yang answered without hesitation, and what he said was true.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the conference room, and the discussion became even noisier.
"Principal Zhou, isn't it ridiculous to allow a student with no theory or practice to participate in the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament?" A bald man in his fifties was the first to attack.
"Yeah, it's just nonsense."
"Any senior can be better than him."
There was almost one-sided ridicule and questioning from below, which made Zhang Yang frown.
It turned out that Guo Changshun was suddenly notified of a meeting this morning. After learning that it was about the Three Kingdoms Invitational Tournament, he immediately discussed it with Professor Li and recommended Zhang Yang to participate.
After all, setting Brother Kun's bones and treating Steve convinced them of Zhang Yang's medical skills.
Although he is a young student, he is much better than these experts sitting here.
Because of the rush of preparation, the situation was not reported to the principal first, which caused everyone's doubts now.
"Changshun, Professor Li, what on earth is going on?"
It is normal for Zhou Jixin to question. Of course, more importantly, he wanted to clarify his attitude and responsibility first. He did not know about such a ridiculous thing beforehand.
"I once saw him setting bones. His skills were very skillful and he was much more professional than our experts."
Professor Li's simple and honest character was clearly visible, and he explained to Zhang Yang with a look of admiration on his face.
"Does he have any recommendation letters from academicians, which is enough to illustrate his ability."
Guo Changshun also said, obviously supporting Zhang Yang and moving Academician He out.
The conference room was much quieter. After all, he was recommended by academicians, which was enough to show his strength, but it was also unbelievable.
"Changshun, even if there is a recommendation letter from an academician, we must consider the overall situation and consider the honor of the school and Chinese medicine."
Zhou Jixin shook his head, obviously still not convinced, and used the usual truth.
"To be honest, Mr. Steve's strange illness was cured by classmate Zhang Yang last time." Guo Changshun took a deep breath and said as if he had made a huge decision.
"What? No way?"
"Yes, didn't you say that Principal Guo was cured? It's been on the news."
"Isn't it because Principal Guo deliberately gave in to recommend this student?"
"Impossible, this is a matter of honor."
The discussion below was even more noisy, and he was even more surprised than when he heard that Zhang Yang had never gone to school.
"Really? Changshun, you can't make such a joke?"
Zhou Jixin's little eyes flashed with surprise and cunning, but he still pretended to ask with seriousness.
Of course, these changes in him did not escape Zhang Yang's eyes, and he began to feel disgusted with this principal.
You know, there is no real unity between the principal and the deputy. The principal is always worried that the deputy will overtake his position, and the deputy always wants to take the next step forward. This is also a well-known contradiction. (To be continued)