There is a fish mountain on the outskirts of Donghai City, which looks like a fish lying there from a distance, hence its name.
Although it has beautiful mountains and clear waters, because the mountain is very short and the area is not very large, it has not been developed. Only occasionally urban residents come to visit in their free time.
Zhang Yang was not surprised that they brought him here.
He knew that after contracting the bone-eating mandarin duck, what he needed most was silence. The last time he met Tang Binhao might be the only time he went out.
The car soon reached halfway up the mountain and stopped in front of a row of farmhouses.
The yard is huge and there are so many houses. There is a clear stream in front of the yard.
The yard is naturally surrounded by red flowers, green grass and tall trees, which can definitely be called a paradise.
The three of them walked into the courtyard, and immediately several people in black suits came over.
Uncle Ping waved them away, obviously he also had high authority in this family.
Walking into a room in the center, two middle-aged people, a man and a woman, were sitting in front of the mahogany Eight Immortals table, both with sad faces. They were obviously Zheng Binhao's parents.
"Zhao Ping, is this the young man you are talking about?" The man came over immediately, with expectation in his tone.
The man has slightly dark skin and is tall and burly, revealing the charm of a mature man of this age.
Commander? Could it be that the man in front of me is actually the head of the Huaxia Military Region? It is simply unbelievable.
Although Zhang Yang doesn't know much about military ranks, he has watched TV and is called a chief, so he is naturally a person of importance.
"Jianguo, don't be nagging. Let him go see Binhao first."
The woman is very noble and has a slightly bloated figure, but you can feel from her elegant appearance that she was also a great beauty when she was young.
She seemed very rational and only worried about her son's condition.
"Yes, yes, let's go see Bin Hao first." The man reacted and said hurriedly.
Zhang Yang thought to himself, how come he is a guest here, but he didn't even pour a cup of tea.
He didn't even say a polite word, and he didn't take himself seriously.
However, when he saw Zheng Binhao, he could understand the anxiety of the parents, and he felt less blamed.
Zheng Binhao was lying on a big bed, his handsome face was completely black, his brows were furrowed, and the veins on his exposed arms were bulging, just like his face.
Hearing someone entering the room, he opened his eyes slightly. When he saw Zhang Yang, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to one side.
"Ah, why again..." Uncle Ping said with a look of surprise and distress on his face.
"Well, it's serious again." Zheng Jianguo smiled bitterly and shook his head helplessly.
The conversation between the two let Zhang Yang know that Zheng Binhao's condition had worsened a lot in the few short hours since Uncle Ping went out to look for him. No wonder their family was so anxious.
"You go out first, the more people there will only make his condition worse." Zhang Yang frowned and said.
"Why?"
"Yes, what does the disease have to do with the large number of people and the small number of people?"
Zhang Yang's words made Zheng Binhao's parents very puzzled, and they asked in confusion almost at the same time.
"Don't ask so many questions. If you want your son to suffer less, then get out quickly." Zhang Yang was too lazy to explain.
"you……"
Zheng Jianguo immediately had an angry look on his face, obviously not expecting Zhang Yang to speak to him in such an arrogant tone.
"Chief, let's go out first." Uncle Ping glanced at Zhang Yang helplessly and persuaded.
It seemed that Zheng Jianguo trusted Uncle Ping very much. After hearing his words, he paused, but still turned around and walked out.
Uncle Ping seemed to be a veteran, and he didn't forget to take Feng Yanran with him.
Although the yard is full of his men, including many masters, he is still worried about Zhang Yang escaping, and even threatens Zheng Binhao as a hostage.
After seeing several people walking out of the house, Zhang Yang showed a relaxed look on his face.
He did not give Zheng Binhao acupuncture, or use Zhumen Pure Yang True Fire to help him force out the bone-corroding poison of mandarin ducks, but moved a stool and sat in front of the bed with a smile.
"Aren't you here to treat me?"
Zheng Binhao knew that he came to him to treat his illness, so he didn't want to pay attention to him.
However, after waiting for a long time, he actually didn't do anything to him. Zheng Binhao became curious and turned around and asked.
"You can't die, not to mention that I was threatened by them." Zhang Yang said with a smile.
"No one can threaten you." Zheng Binhao said with a chic smile on his face.
Zhang Yang couldn't help but admire him for being able to smile so calmly and freely despite being so seriously ill.
You must know that now the mandarin duck's bone-corrosive poison has completely penetrated into all the bones of his body, and even penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
So that his whole body turned black, and his limbs were stiff and cold like a zombie.
Even if he moves his fingers, it will hurt his heart. He can still be so calm. He is indeed a man, Zhang Yang thought to himself.
"Actually, if I hadn't treated you last time, you wouldn't have become so serious now."
Zhang Yang knew that the person who poisoned Zheng Binhao got angry when he saw his condition improved and dealt a cruel blow to him, causing the poison to penetrate into his bone marrow.
"It doesn't matter, I know you mean well."
"I have a problem. I came here because I blamed myself."
Zhang Yang showed a teasing smirk and continued: "Besides, I want to know what kind of girl is she who loves you so deeply that she would be so cruel?"
"Then you will be disappointed. I want to see her more than you do."
Zheng Binhao did not avoid this question, and the corner of his mouth twitched painfully.
"Does she not want to see you at all?"
Zhang Yang showed confusion on his face and continued: "Or I won't listen to your explanation at all."
He could feel that Zheng Binhao was the kind of man who was devoted to his love. Otherwise, he would not have refused him treatment last time. It might have been more of a feeling of guilt and self-blame.
"Haha, I also want to go underground and explain to her quickly, but it's a pity that I can't go even if I want to."
"She's dead?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.
"Um."
Zheng Binhao showed a painful look on his face, and tears flashed in his eyes. It was obvious that he was extremely sad inside, and continued: "I never thought it would be like this. I owe her."
When he said this, he began to choke on his words.
"Since you knew you owed her something, why didn't you pay her back while you were alive, and why did you start regretting it after you died?" Zhang Yang said jokingly,
Although he himself felt that it was unkind to ridicule a heartbroken person who was still suffering from inhuman diseases at this time.
"Some things are beyond your control," Zheng Binhao said with a wry smile.
"It's understandable that many people want such a life but can't get it. Having such a prominent family background becomes a burden for you."
It can be seen from Uncle Ping's departure that the strength of the Zheng family is absolutely extraordinary, let alone a young master like him.
And such family backgrounds usually have strict family rules, and a wife must be of a good match. It is obvious that Zheng Binhao was forced to become a heartless man because of these.
"So I am entirely to blame for these sins. I don't want you to treat me."
"Okay, as long as you cooperate, I will help you and go see her as soon as possible." Zhang Yang sneered.
When he walked out of Zheng Binhao's room, Uncle Ping was waiting anxiously. When he saw him, he immediately surrounded him.
"How is Binhao's illness?"
"Has the treatment been cured? Can it be cured?"
The three people surrounded Zhang Yang and asked questions one after another, with expectant and anxious expressions on their faces.
"The poison has penetrated into the bone marrow and there is no way to cure it." Zhang Yang said helplessly.
"You were able to treat him last time, but this time you said you couldn't?"
Uncle Ping had a faint anger on his face, but he obviously still had a glimmer of hope in him and tried hard to suppress his anger.
"The poisoning last time was mild and of course easy to treat. As you know this time, the symptoms are much more serious than last time." Zhang Yang explained.
"Bin Hao hasn't had any contact with outsiders since he came back. How could he be poisoned again? It's obviously your fault."
Uncle Ping finally couldn't hold back his anger and yelled loudly. In anger, he placed all the blame on him.
"People from the Poison Medicine School do not need to come into contact with patients when poisoning. They can use poison anytime and anywhere."
Zhang Yang continued with disdain on his face: "Perhaps when you go out or buy food, you may be poisoned by people from the Poison Medicine Sect, but the person they want to harm is Mr. Zheng."
What he said is also true. Since it is called Poison Medicine Sect, the methods of poisoning are all kinds of weird and impossible to prevent.
"You are purely justifying yourself. I said that if Bin Hao cannot be cured, you will never leave." Uncle Ping's eyes flashed with cruelty.
"We can negotiate a condition." Zhang Yang said with a sly look in his eyes.
"Conditions? What conditions?" Zheng Jianguo asked doubtfully.
"It's not that there is no hope of curing your son's disease, but I'm not completely sure, so you promised to let my friend go and I will give it a try."
"Try it? Do you want to put my son's life and death to the test?"
Zheng Jianguo said in disbelief.
After all, it was between life and death, and Zhang Yang was not completely sure, so he began to fall into conflicts and entanglements, and did not dare to make a hasty decision.
"No one can cure his disease. If I take the risk, I might have half a chance."
"But, what if..."
"There is no better way. I can only take a gamble and give it a try. You don't want to see your son living worse than death every day, right?" Zhang Yang said very confidently.
"Then how did you treat Binhao?" Zheng Binhao's mother couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Yang came here with nothing in his hands, which made her curious.
As a doctor, he should carry at least a medicine kit and treatment tools with him. Besides, he is so young, so it is normal for him to have such doubts.
Her son's illness had been treated in various major hospitals, but it had no effect at all, which made her even more unable to believe Zhang Yang in front of her.
"Acupuncture." Zhang Yang replied.
"Binhao's illness is so serious, can it be solved by acupuncture alone?"
Not only Zheng Binhao's mother, but also Uncle Ping and Zheng Jianguo had the same idea.
PS: Thanks to Huajian Qishao~~This chapter is updated without you (to be continued)