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Yang Guozhong shouted loudly. His body fell backwards from the impact of the substance that flew into his mouth, and he sat down on the stairs. He kept on retching and wanted to spit it out.

"What did you do to him?"

Yang Hao shouted, and quickly walked towards Yang Guozhong.

In the end, she was the child she raised, so she couldn't bear Yang Guozhong's pain.

Yang Guozhong was in great pain, his expression extremely ugly. Clutching onto Yang Hao's arm with all his might, he felt that he was really going to die.

As Zhong Wentao sat on the sofa, he looked at the deep feelings between the two of them. If he didn't know that Yang Guozhong was often beaten up by Yang Hao, he might have truly believed in their brotherly and nephew relationship. After a few minutes, when he saw that Yang Guozhong was fine, Yang Hao's gaze turned towards him.

It was because they were love rivals that they neglected Zhong Wentao's ability, which was why they let Yang Guozhong have his way.

"What did you give him?"

Yang Hao stood up and asked again.

"It's just a life-saving item."

Zhong Wentao laughed and said: "It's a pity that you saved my life."

"You!"

Yang Guozhong was furious, he quickly stood up, but was stopped by Yang Hao.

Regardless if what Zhong Wentao said was true or false, they could not take the risk.

At this point, it was very clear that they had fallen into Zhong Wentao's trap.

Even if it was told to Yang Gang, he would only be mocked even more.

"This thing will not kill you. It will only cause more pain than death. If I have the ability, then no one can remove it, except me!"

Although his words were arrogant, they were the truth.

What Yang Guozhong had to eat, was what Huang Rulong had almost died from before.

That feeling was not easy to bear.

"What are you trying to do?"

Yang Guozhong shouted loudly. He felt flames starting to burn inside his body, making him flustered and impatient. He wanted to dive into a pool of cold water and never come out again.

Zhong Wentao squinted his eyes and looked at him, he did not expect the pill to take effect so quickly.

Yang Guozhong's temper was just too hot, and the effect of the medicine was acting up even faster than what Huang Rulong had at the time.

"Vice Guild Leader Yang, do you want to cooperate with me?"

He had already determined that Yang Hao would agree to it.

It was not for Yang Guozhong, but Yang Hao himself would agree to it.

"You leave first!"

Yang Hao coldly replied. He did not refuse or agree to it, and his attitude was very ambiguous.

Yang Guozhong was still here, it was not a good place to talk.

As long as the others weren't around, they could have a good chat.

"Uncle, I can't agree to it. Don't worry about me!"

Pulling Yang Hao's sleeve, Yang Guozhong pleaded bitterly. This was the first time he didn't even care about his own body, he definitely wanted Yang Hao to reject him.

This attitude made Yang Hao even more suspicious. Maybe Yang Guozhong had already made up with Yang Gang, the father, so he stayed here only to watch over him.

This kind of worry had always existed before, but now it had been magnified a lot more because of Zhong Wentao's appearance.

Was it not enough to make one doubt that a scarecrow had suddenly become a worrier of the nation?

He even felt that everything that Yang Guozhong had done was fake, this nephew of his might be really intelligent.

"Zhong Wentao, hurry up and leave. I will ask for the antidote again. I want to see if there's no one else who can cure the poison other than you!"

With that said, Yang Guozhong also became a lot more at ease. At least, Yang Hao looked like he was about to reject his offer.

Zhong Wentao quickly got up and left with a smile on his face.

If Yang Gang dared to hurt Bai Shiyun, he would take revenge on him.

Even if his unfavoured son was treated like that, Yang Gang would still not tolerate it. It was not because he cared for his child, but because he cared about his own face.

Yang Guozhong represented a layer of skin on Yang Gang's body. If he tore off this layer of skin, how could Yang Gang not be angry?

"Uncle, I'm fine. You must not deliberately provoke our family for the sake of the threat that I promised him."

Yang Guozhong said sincerely, he was completely different from usual.

How could Yang Hao not care about such a huge change?

While enduring the pain on his body, Yang Guozhong simply did not notice what Yang Hao was thinking.

His disguise had been broken, but unfortunately, he hadn't noticed it yet.

After leaving the Yang family, he took a taxi back to Ciji Hall. The moment he got off the car, he saw Zhou Cangzhu painstakingly negotiating with an unfamiliar man.

The rest were all in the hospital, while Zhou Cangzhu was the only one in Ciji Hall.

"Uncle Zhou, what's going on?"

Zhong Wentao quickly stepped forward, worried about Zhou Cangzhu's consolation.

From today onwards, Yang Gang would probably use all kinds of methods to strike at the people around him. Every single one of them would be in danger, so if they did not work with Yang Hao to attack Yang Gang as soon as possible, everyone would be shrouded in the shadow of fear.

"You're finally back!"

Zhou Cangzhu heaved a sigh of relief, and pointed to the man who was pestering him, only then did the man realise that Zhong Wentao was there, and turned to look at him.

He was an old man in his fifties. His hair was white, and his body looked very stiff. A simple turn of his body was a few seconds slower than other people, and his face was filled with pain.

"This is?"

Zhong Wentao asked softly, he did not look like the killer that Yang Gang sent.

With such a slow reaction, unless he was an idiot, how could he have been killed?

"This is the person who specifically came to find you for treatment. He's been here for half an hour and when I said you weren't here, he insisted on seeing you as if I was lying to him. Now that you're back, I don't care anymore."

Zhou Cangzhu walked inside as he spoke, mumbling to himself as he went out with Bai Shiyun to play and leave him at home. He did not do anything like this even at night, so he did not suspect that something had happened to Zhou Zihan.

Glancing at this patient, Zhong Wentao still brought him into the Ciji Hall.

The patient had already found his way to his doorstep. There was no reason for him to refuse.

After Zhong Wentao washed his hands and changed his clothes, it was already late at night when he sat in front of the patient.

After asking about the situation and taking his pulse seriously, he had a rough idea of what was going on.

No wonder she was in such a hurry to see him, she really couldn't drag her body out any longer.

"Let me write a prescription for you."

He softly opened his mouth and quickly wrote it down with a pen. The bold handwriting on it did not seem like the brushstroke that a young person should have.

The patient slowly took the prescription and carefully read the words written on it. He read each word very carefully.

"A quack!"

Suddenly, the patient shouted loudly. His voice was loud, and he directly threw the prescription he opened on the ground. If it wasn't for the fact that his movements were inconvenient, perhaps he would have been punched.

Zhou Cangzhu immediately came out, and stood at the side without speaking, but looking at the patient warily, if there was anything wrong, he would immediately take action to help Zhong Wentao.

Zhong Wentao did not mind, he bent down and picked up the recipe, slowly spread it out and laid it on the table again.

Zhou Cangzhu was also curious, he hurried over to take a look, but did not see anything different about the prescription.

He looked at the patient suspiciously, then looked at Zhong Wentao, waiting for them to speak.

"Why am I a quack?"

Zhong Wentao laughed and said, this person did not follow the instructions, and did not even drink the medicine to come and question him?

If this wasn't causing trouble, then what was it?

"The people who treated me before wrote down this prescription. I've already been sick for twenty years, and every doctor is like this. Since you're a Godly Doctor, why did you prescribe this recipe for me to suffer for another twenty years?"

The patient berated harshly, wanting to place all the pain he had suffered for the past twenty years onto Zhong Wentao.

After hearing that, Zhou Cangzhu immediately picked up the prescription to read it carefully. There was no mistake, other than … Other than the fact that the recipe seemed to be missing a medicinal herb, there was no problem with the rest.

He had also asked about the patient's condition, if the prescription he prescribed would be the same.

Presumably, this patient had also seen the same thing in traditional Chinese medicine, but it had not worked and had accumulated a lot of anger.

"Are you a doctor?"

Zhong Wentao coldly said, as if he wanted to berate the patient.

Zhou Cangzhu immediately put down the recipe and wanted to stop his.

They were here to be doctors, it would not do if their bad reputation got out. Zhong Wentao being chased out of Chinese Medical Association had already made the number of people who came to see the patient decrease a lot.

If this person were to go out and spread the news, Zhong Wentao would not be able to stay in the infirmary.

"I'm not, but I've been ill for a long time."

The patient was so angry that his face and neck were red. He shouted loudly and awkwardly.

Zhou Cangzhu wanted to comfort her a little, but he was interrupted by Zhong Wentao: "Since you have become a good doctor, why don't you help yourself treat the illness and prescribe the medicine yourself? I will gift you a signboard, you can open a clinic!"

"You! What nonsense! "

The patient was so angry that he wanted to leave, but his body couldn't keep up with his thoughts and couldn't move.

Zhou Cangzhu hesitated for a while, then sat on the side and watched how Zhong Wentao was going to resolve the problem.

When the patient calmed down a little, Zhong Wentao opened his mouth: "You did not take a good look at this prescription, it is one less medicine than the ones I gave you before. Just this medicine alone can save your life, but unfortunately, you do not trust me, so let's go."

After saying that, he rolled the prescription into a ball and threw it out the door, rolling to the corner.

"My prescription!"

Only then did the patient become anxious. He dragged his stiff body and slowly moved outside. It took him a long time before he finally picked up the prescription and started reading it again.

It was as Zhong Wentao said, the prescription did indeed have one less medicine than before, but he did not believe it. Could it be because of this medicine, he suffered for twenty years?

Zhong Wentao removed the beehive honey, reducing the sweetness inside the medicine. That kind of bitterness was something that normal people would have a hard time consuming, so most traditional Chinese medicine would add a bit of honey to it, allowing the patient to benefit from it. As for the effect, it would not decrease, it was just that the taste was different.

Could it be that sweetness was the big taboo that affected this patient?

However, he didn't notice it when he checked his pulse.

"What the hell is going on?"

Zhou Cangzhu opened his mouth to ask, and asked shamelessly.

This kind of situation, had long become a habit between him and Zhong Wentao. Although there was a huge difference in age, the Chinese medical community was always like this, whoever had the ability would be the 'master'.

Zhong Wentao laughed: "Bee nest honey is rather expensive in honey, and the new beehive is different from the old beehive. Judging from the look of this patient, if he isn't rich, he wouldn't be able to afford all the beehive honey, I think he probably bought a lot of fake beehive honey for the next 20 years."