: If you quarrel again, you will die

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Liang saw Lin Wanyue looking at him, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's wrong?"

"Who called you?"

Lin Wanyue asked.

Zhong Liang replied with a smile: "Yang Zhenhai called. He said that a friend of him had a cerebral infarction and he couldn't cure it. He wanted me to go and see it."

Lin Wanyue curled her lips: "Yang Zhenhai is a national miracle doctor. He can't cure the disease. Can you cure it?"

Although he asked this, Lin Wanyue knew very well. Yang Zhenhai said in person that Zhong Liang's medical skills were better than him, but even a miracle doctor like Yang Zhenhai could be called a national player. Zhong Liang's medical skills were even more skillful than Yang Zhenhai. Then wouldn't he be an imperial doctor?

Zhong Liang replied: "I'm not sure about this, but my medical skills should be better than Yang Zhenhai. I'll go over and take a look later."

“Is that true?

Then isn’t Yang Zhenhai a national player?

What about you?"

Lin Wanyue asked.

"I'm the imperial physician."

Zhong Liang replied: "There are only four imperial doctors in China, and I am one of them."

Lin Wanyue: "."

Seeing that Lin Wanyue didn't say anything, Zhong Liang smiled and didn't explain much.

Zhong Liang can be honest with Lin Wanyue now. Besides, Zhong Liang didn't think there was anything to hide the identity of the imperial doctor. He didn't tell Lin Wanyue before, just because Lin Wanyue wouldn't believe it at all.

Seeing Zhong Liang speaking so casually, Lin Wanyue felt speechless. It seemed that in four years, Zhong Liang had been completely changed.

He is also one of the four major imperial doctors in China. His identity is far different from that of him.

However, Lin Wanyue was very glad that she wanted to marry into the Jiang family before, and Zhong Liang would run back to steal the bride because of herself.

Moreover, after spending time together, Lin Wanyue could feel that Zhong Liang had him in his heart.

After sending Lin Wanyue home, Zhong Liang drove to the location Yang Zhenhai mentioned.

It was exactly eight o'clock when we arrived here, and Yang Zhenhai was already waiting outside the house.

Yang Zhenhai is located in the old city of Renfeng City. This yard is similar to a courtyard and is somewhat similar to the Liang family's yard. However, this yard is larger than the Liang family's yard, but the decoration in the yard is simpler. The lights in the first yard are the old-fashioned wire lamps. The lights are dim and there are several porcelain basins in the yard. The side door of the yard is open, and it seems that someone forcibly opened the yard door. Moreover, a car parked in the yard.

This car is amazing. It is a limited edition Rolls-Royce extended business, with a license plate number with a letter with four eights.

If it is a license plate number of five or eight, Zhong Liang would not be too surprised, because it can be seen that the family has power, power and money.

But if it is four eights, then compared to this Rolls-Royce, the license plate is very low-key.

Of course, this yard is more low-key.

"Mr. Zhong, my old friend has been in love with me for decades. Her disease has been going on for several years, but it has deteriorated rapidly in recent years. At present, her cerebrovascular vessels have been completely blocked, and Zhong Yao is no longer useful because she can't eat anything at all. As for acupuncture, my acupuncture technique is not enough to see."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Liang frowned: "How old is she?"

Yang Zhenhai replied quickly: "It's already eighty-four this year."

"At such an old age, the cerebrovascular system is completely blocked, and it is probably difficult to cure it."

After hearing Zhong Liang's words, Yang Zhenhai's face became a little ugly.

When Zhong Liang said such words, it means that Zhong Liang may not be able to do anything about it.

Yang Zhenhai actually guessed the ending. He asked Zhong Liang to come, but it was just a glimmer of hope. If Zhong Liang could not cure it, then Yang Zhenhai at least tried his best.

"I'll check the patient first."

Zhong Liang spoke again.

Yang Zhenhai nodded: "Mr. Zhong, come in with me."

This yard is much larger than Zhong Liang imagined. There are several houses inside, all of which are large courtyards. It can be said that this piece of land alone is probably worth a lot of money.

The lights were on in the innermost house, and Zhong Liang vaguely heard a lot of people talking. Under Yang Zhenhai's leadership, Zhong Liang walked into the house.

In the center of the room was the hall, and there were many people standing in the hall. When Yang Zhenhai came in, the people didn't say anything and let Yang Zhenhai take Zhong Liang into the side room inside.

"Xiao Wu, let me have a moment. I'll invite someone to come and let him show your mother again."

Yang Zhenhai said to a middle-aged man in front of him.

The middle-aged man was about fifty years old, wearing a leather jacket and a strong figure. When he saw Yang Zhenhai coming in, the man did not have a good face, but instead glared at Yang Zhenhai.

Immediately afterwards, the man's eyes looked at Zhong Liang again, and his eyes were filled with scrutiny.

"Old Yang, did you ask such a boy to treat my mother?"

Wu Heng asked Yang Zhenhai.

Yang Zhenhai said hurriedly: "Xiao Wu, this is Mr. Zhong Liangzhong. His medical skills are above me, and he is."

"Yang Zhenhai, what do you mean?

Do you think my mother didn't die fast enough?

Find such a young doctor to treat my mother?"

A middle-aged woman pointed at Yang Zhenhai and cursed.

"I."

Yang Zhenhai was speechless immediately, his face full of helplessness.

He just wanted to save the old lady of the Wu family, and there was no other meaning. However, after he had dropped the needle, the people of the Wu family mocked him, which made Yang Zhenhai feel depressed.

I am determined to let the old lady of the Wu family live for a few years, but why don’t these younger generations understand?

"Old Yang, don't stay here. My mother's will is in your hands, but my mother will not die. I have invited the imperial physician. Now I am on the way. Please take the people you invited to leave."

Wu Heng, the eldest son of the Wu family, spoke.

Yang Zhenhai smiled bitterly: "Xiao Wu, the one who stands in front of you is the imperial physician!"

"he?"

Another middle-aged man pointed at Zhong Liang and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

The woman is the second daughter of the old lady of the Wu family, named Wu Su.

Wu Su smiled and said contemptuously: "Yang Zhenhai, are you all confused when you think that everyone in our Wu family is old?

Just this kid, he is also an imperial doctor?

Did you seal this imperial doctor?"

"Xiao Su, say a few less words."

Wu Heng shouted, "Old Yang is also for the sake of our mother's good."

"But Mr. Yang, I know that if my mother dies, then there is a copy of her will that belongs to you. Don't worry, no matter whether my mother can live or not, I will give you this money. I just want you to leave now!"

Hearing this, Yang Zhenhai's expression became very frustrated: "Xiao Wu, it's not what you think! Your mother and I have been in love for decades. Will I still harm her?

Besides, I can’t ask for a penny of your mother’s money. If it really doesn’t work, I’ll give you a certificate now!”

"Is it useless to keep the word "stand"?

My mother's will is clearly written in black and white. Yang Zhenhai, don't think I don't know the little bit of your intestines in your heart!"

Wu Su rolled her eyes.

Yang Zhenhai was so anxious that he couldn't speak.

"Have you had enough noise?"
Chapter completed!