Chapter 140

Waiting is the most painful.

When Miss Zheng looked at her watch for the 30th time, the closed door finally opened.

Tang Feng came out of his study.

It was obvious that his face was much paler than before, and he looked a little tired.

"Sir..."

Zhang Qingyu wanted to ask, but without saying anything, he was interrupted directly by Tang Feng.

"Everything is going well. After five or six times of such treatment, he should be able to get well." Tang Feng said flatly.

After hearing Tang Feng's words, no matter Zhang Qingyu or Miss Zheng's, her face was full of joy.

In particular, this Miss Zheng's suspicion of Tang Feng had completely disappeared at this moment.

"Thank you, sir." Zhang Qingyu bowed down and saluted Tang Feng.

Tang Feng waved and said nothing modest.

"Then I'll make another prescription. You can follow the prescription and take it every day. Come back ten days later." Tang Feng continued.

"All right." The young lady of the Zheng family nodded.

In that beautiful face, you can see that it is difficult to hide the excitement and happiness.

"May I go in now?" Miss Zheng looked at the study and asked carefully.

"The process of treatment is a little painful. I let your grandfather fall asleep for the time being. I think he can wake up by himself in half an hour at most. During this period, you can watch over him, but it's better not to make any big noise." Tang Feng nodded and said.

"You drugged my grandfather?" Miss Zheng's eyebrows slightly frown, looking at Tang Feng asked.

Hearing the question from Miss Zheng, Tang Feng was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing.

He wants to make a person drowsy, there are countless ways, even if it is to make a person drowsy for hundreds of years, it can also be done, how can he use anesthetics, a low-grade synthetic.

Let alone him. In the world of practice, any monk can do it.

Looking at Tang Feng shaking her head and laughing, Miss Zheng was a little confused, while Zhang Qingyu seemed to understand something and also gave a smile.

"Wench Zheng, with Mr. Cheng's medical skills, how can you use things like anesthetics?" Zhang Qingyu said.

"I'm a little sleepy, too. Help yourself." With that, Tang Feng shook his hand and walked towards the outside of the villa.

Looking at Tang Feng's back, Miss Zheng stops for a moment, and then walks into the study with Zhang Qingyu.

As Tang Feng expected, half an hour later, the sleepy Mr. Zheng woke up.

Although Mr. Zheng could not walk on the ground when he woke up, he had a fundamental change in his appearance. Compared with his dying when he first came here, after Tang Feng's treatment, his old face finally had a trace of blood color, and his spirit was much better.

The change of the old man also made the three people present trust Tang Feng's medical skills more and more.

In particular, as the person concerned, Mr. Zheng felt inexplicable. Speaking of Tang Feng, the whole person was awed.

"Lao Zheng, it seems that we can drink together again this new year." Zhang Qingyu stood beside the hard couch, looking at his friend who looked better, and said with a smile.

Mr. Zheng sat up with his granddaughter's help. After hearing his friend's words, he also burst into laughter, which was very bright and happy.

Looking at the happy grandfather, Miss Zheng's heart, inexplicably gave birth to a trace of gratitude to Tang Feng.

"Girl, push me out. I have to thank Mr. Tang personally." Zheng said to his granddaughter.

"Good grandfather."

In the small garden of the villa, there is a small pavilion. At this time, Tang Feng sits there with his eyes closed, wandering around the world.

As a monk, this meditation practice is very common.

At a certain moment, Tang Feng opened his eyes.

Just at this time, Zhang Qingyu came out of the villa and came forward with him.

Seeing Tang Feng sitting in the pavilion, the three of them couldn't help looking at each other. Their eyes were full of suspicions.

It is common for monks and Taoists to meditate in Taoist temples. However, no one in the secular world, including Wu Xiu, can sit in meditation like this.

Looking at Tang Feng's words and deeds, he is not a monk or Taoist. Then why does he sit in silence!

Such questions appeared in the hearts of the three people.

Zhang Qingyu, in particular, felt that he could not see through Tang Feng.

It seems that Tang Feng, as a whole, is like an abyss where people can't see the depth. In other words, it's a boundless ocean where you can't see his real side at all.

After seeing Zhang Qingyu, Tang Feng reached out to them.

Then the three entered the pavilion.

Looking at Tang Feng's improved look, Zhang Qingyu and Miss Zheng became more and more curious.

They can see that Tang Feng has expended a lot of energy in order to treat Mr. Zheng. But in such a short time, he has recovered as before. It's hard to imagine the speed.

Did he just rely on meditation to recover his wasted energy!

"Sir, I sincerely thank you. You will be a great benefactor to me and the whole Zheng family." Mr. Zheng in the wheelchair looked at Tang Feng and said sincerely.

Tang Feng is still sitting there with his knees crossed, looking at the old man in the wheelchair with a smile.

The Zheng family's human feelings may not be worth mentioning in his eyes, but since he wants to live in Pingyang, these big families can often use them.

Tang Feng picked up a piece of paper and put it on the ground in front of him.

"After you go back this time, you will ask people to search for medicine according to this prescription. Every evening, you will suffer for half an hour, and then take it with warm water. After ten days, you will come back to me for a second treatment." Tang Feng looked at the old man Zheng in the wheelchair and said.

Standing behind the wheelchair, Miss Zheng went up and picked up Tang Feng's prescription on the ground.

When her eyes fell on the prescription, what she saw were lines of vigorous and powerful calligraphy words, only dozens of words, but it gave people a pleasant feeling.

She is a calligrapher herself. Over the years, she has copied many famous calligraphy scripts. However, the calligraphy scripts of those famous calligraphers, even those of ancient calligraphers, can not be compared with the characters on this prescription.