Zhang Yang pondered for a moment and continued: "The so-called poison medicine sect, their treatment method is to fight poison with poison. Mr. Zheng's poison has invaded the bone marrow, so it can only be discharged at various critical points."
"The Achilles' heel?" Several people asked almost in unison.
These two words are a bit scary. People of their age have all read martial arts novels and TV series, and they know the weak points that can kill people.
"Yes, the toxicity will eventually expand to the dead center of the bone marrow, and starting here can intercept the intrusion of the toxicity, and then the patient can recover by expelling the toxicity."
Zhang Yang paused for a moment and then added: "However, the critical point is the most dangerous and sensitive point in the human body. A little careless acupuncture can kill people, so I said I am not completely sure."
"That bitch won't let Bin Hao go even if he dies."
When Zheng Binhao's mother heard about the danger, she became a little excited. She didn't care about her own image at all and gnashed her teeth and cursed.
"Stop saying a few words. If you hadn't obstructed him in every possible way, how could Binhao have become what he is now?"
Zheng Jianguo became furious and scolded his wife.
"I'm not only thinking about Binhao, but also for the sake of your Zheng family. How can a descendant of one of the four major families in Beidu walk with a wild woman in the mountains?"
Zheng Binhao's mother was equally excited and spoke plausibly.
"Are you satisfied now? What should we do if something goes wrong with Bin Hao?" Zheng Jianguo said with a helpless look on his face.
It can be seen that although he came from a military background, his thinking has changed a lot.
However, since he has been exposed to it since childhood, it is inevitable that he will be restrained by family concepts. He feels that his wife's words are not unreasonable, so he will no longer argue with her.
"Do you think that being rich and powerful is great, and that other girls are not worthy of your son?" Zhang Yang said with a sneer.
"Well, we don't want this either. Binhao was just impulsive, and we don't want him to regret it in the future."
Zheng Jianguo's words make it very clear that his son's current status may be just a result of his young impulsiveness. After marrying a woman, it will be too late to regret it later.
In his mind, which man doesn't care about face? The so-called equal treatment is a traditional practice left over from China for thousands of years.
"The Poison Medicine Sect is only interested in fame and fortune. With their research and use of poisons, if they do business for money, even if they can't keep up with your four major families, they will become rich people in the city."
Zhang Yang said disdainfully.
The fact he said is that Poison Medicine can use poison to save people, which is a treatment method of fighting poison with poison.
Using the combination of all poisons to treat patients, their prescriptions and even treatment methods are naturally superb.
"Yes, taking the current poison as an example, there is no hospital to treat them, which shows that they are actually not simple."
Feng Yanran suddenly spoke and continued: "Since two young people are in love, why do you parents need to stop them?"
She understood Zhang Yang's meaning best, and Fu Yimen herself had never heard of it.
However, Zhang Yang's styptic powder can be said to be miraculous. When she heard that his uncle actually had many formulas, she completely believed that there really were masters living in seclusion in this world.
Zhang Yang glanced at her, but he didn't expect that she would think about it in such detail.
The reason why people from the Poison Medicine Sect poisoned Zheng Binhao was of course because of his betrayal, and they used the bone-eroding mandarin duck.
But it also has an element of showing off, after all, it is difficult for anyone to cure this kind of poison.
"Yes, Mr. Zheng refused treatment for that girl and would rather endure the pain. Alas."
Zhang Yang let out a long sigh and continued: "Even if he can recover physically, will he still be happy in this life?"
"Since the matter has passed, there is no use regretting it. Let's find a way to treat Bin Hao first."
Zheng Binhao's mother was no longer as excited as before, her tone was full of disappointment, and she had obviously begun to regret in her heart.
"We need to discuss it and will give you an answer later." Zheng Jianguo sighed and said helplessly.
As his son's life and death were involved, he did not dare to make a hasty decision. He looked at his wife who was also anxious and suffering, and walked towards his son's room.
"You should hurry up as much as possible. I won't be responsible for any delay in treatment."
Zhang Yang showed his usual proud smile again and shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Stop shouting, why are you still making such nonsense?"
Feng Yanran pulled his arm and said with anxiety on her pretty face.
"I'm not fooling around. I'm afraid that they will only focus on discussion and delay the best time for treatment."
"You're not sure this time?"
"Well, actually every treatment is uncertain." Zhang Yang said with a bad smile.
"This time is different from before."
Feng Yanran turned her head and glanced at the many big men in suits and sunglasses around her, and said with anxiety in her heart.
"That's why I asked them to agree to let you go."
"What does it have to do with me? They don't dare to do anything to me."
Feng Yanran looked calm. Although the other party had an unusual identity, he was not a very vicious person.
"Well, I'm just afraid. What if the treatment fails and they get angry and won't let us leave?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"Then live here, it's rare to take a few days off." Feng Yanran said jokingly with a playful look on her face.
"Hehe, me too. With you by my side, I would be happy to live here for the rest of my life."
"Fuck you, when have you been acting poor?" Feng Yanran's pretty face turned red and she pushed him hard.
But I thought, if I could really live in this paradise-like place, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and the pressure of the company, it would be a good choice.
After an afternoon of tossing, it was already dusk, the setting sun was setting, and the whole world seemed to be shrouded in golden yellow, quiet and peaceful.
It was early autumn, and the breeze was blowing with a hint of coolness. Feng Yanran wrapped her collar and stared blankly into the distance.
"Since there is no better way, please treat Bin Hao." Zheng Jianguo came out and said.
"Then you agreed to my conditions?"
"Well, originally this matter had nothing to do with this girl. Although Zhao Ping has a bad attitude, he has no real intention to embarrass you two. Don't take it to heart."
After finishing speaking, he let out a long sigh and continued: "As long as you try your best, even if you fail, it is Bin Hao's destiny. You can't blame others."
"Then let's start the treatment without further delay." After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he stood up and returned to the room.
Now is the evening, when yin and yang alternate, which is also the best time for treatment.
"Don't talk, try to stay quiet." Zhang Yang did not choose to let the people in the room leave.
They are all Zheng Binhao's relatives, but they are not completely sure that if something unexpected happens, it will be their last trip to send their relatives off.
Zheng Jianguo and Uncle Ping walked to the bed and helped Zheng Binhao sit up.
The two of them were already very close, but the muscles on his face still began to twist due to pain, making it unbearable to look at.
Zhang Yang silently recited the Zhumenxin Jue, and the pure Yang energy slowly filled his body. He raised his arms, and there were several small silver needles in his hands.
Sitting on the bed, he took out a silver needle and carefully inserted it into Zheng Binhao's temple.
Under the influence of pure Yang Qi, the silver needle gradually turned red, as if it had been burned red. When it penetrated the temple, Zheng Binhao's body began to tremble.
Temple, Wangu, Fenggu...
Every time he penetrated an acupuncture point, Zhang Yang turned it gently, then flicked it a few times, being extra careful.
Soon Zhang Yang's forehead began to ooze with sweat, steaming heat was emitting from the top of his head, his breathing was rapid, and it was obvious that he was consuming a huge amount of energy.
Everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound for fear of affecting him and causing danger.
Finally, Zhang Yang turned his palms slightly, his palms turned red, and pressed against Zheng Binhao's back.
Just like the healing energy in a martial arts novel, the pure Yang true fire began to be continuously injected into his body.
"Look, Bin Hao's complexion has improved."
Women are women after all. Zheng Binhao's mother saw her son's face turning from black to red. She forgot about the tense environment and said with an excited laugh.
"Shh, don't make a sound." Zheng Jianguo tried to dissuade his wife with an anxious look on his face.
At this time, the dark spot where the silver needle was inserted began to ooze out dark blood, which condensed into drops along the silver needle and shone with a strange light under the light.
The black color on Zheng Binhao's skin slowly faded away, returning to normal skin color. Everyone in the room showed happy smiles on their faces.
"Thank you for helping me." Zheng Binhao suddenly spoke, with a sad smile on his lips.
"Binhao, don't talk."
"Yes, he is treating you, don't be distracted." The person in the room hurriedly whispered to dissuade you.
"Dad, Mom, I'm going to see Youyou."
This was the last thing Zheng Binhao said. After he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the silver needle at his temple and stabbed it in suddenly.
"Binhao, what are you doing?" Zheng Jianguo let out a desperate cry and immediately rushed towards him.
Zhang Yang could have stopped him, but the Pure Yang True Fire consumed a lot of energy and his reaction was obviously much slower.
Zheng Binhao spurted a mouthful of black blood, and the same blood began to flow from his eyes, ears, and nostrils, and he fell sideways on the bed.
"Save him quickly." Zheng Jianguo helped his son up and shouted anxiously to Zhang Yang.
"There is no other way. The poison penetrated into his temple with the silver needle, which is enough to kill him."
Zhang Yang was obviously stunned by this scene, and said with a wry smile.
"Binhao..." With a heart-rending cry, Zheng Binhao's mother fainted and fell to the ground.
"You were closest to him, why didn't you stop him?"
The corners of Uncle Ping's mouth trembled violently, and the facial features on his face began to twist with anger. He directed his anger towards Zhang Yang for Zheng Binhao's death.
It's no wonder that although Uncle Ping was a housekeeper, he watched Zheng Binhao grow up and felt close to his father and son. When he saw him die, you can imagine the excitement and sadness in his heart.
What's more, he was also full of self-blame. If he hadn't asked Zhang Yang to treat him, the tragedy in front of him would not have happened.
After shouting, he rushed towards Zhang Yang and kicked him in the chest.
Uncle Ping was also a soldier. After retiring, he followed Zheng Jianguo and became his housekeeper. Although so many years have passed, his skills have not dropped.
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