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His daughter's scolding caused Zhou Cangzhu to be stunned for a moment. He then swept his gaze over Zhong Ming, his face pale white, his aura weak.

He sighed, "Alright, little brat. For my daughter's sake, you can stay the night. Tomorrow morning, you can go back and forth wherever you came from!"

"Damned girl, she's actually teaching dad a lesson!" When we grow up, we lose all sense of propriety! "

Zhou Cangzhu said as he stared at his daughter.

Zhou Zihan revealed a face of joy, and said to Zhong Ming: "My father agreed to let you live here."

"Thank you."

Zhong Ming nodded slightly.

Zhou Cangzhu felt that his own daughter was being a little too enthusiastic with Zhong Ming, and his heart thumped a little, "Stinking brat, don't think about my daughter. With my daughter's conditions, you have to marry someone rich.

"Dad, why are you talking so much today!"

A red cloud floated up on Zhou Zihan's beautiful face as he quietly glanced at Zhong Ming.

However, Zhong Ming only smiled and did not say anything.

"Alright, there is a small room at the back. Daughter, you should take him there. "Remember to lock the door tightly. In this world, there are all kinds of people. You must not let your guard down."

Zhou Cangzhu swept his eyes across Zhong Ming and instructed.

Under Zhou Zihan's lead, Zhong Ming arrived at the small room at the back. The area it covered was not big, and could put down a bed and a table.

But for Zhong Ming, it was already not bad.

Five hundred years ago, as a cultivator, he would often cultivate in his cave, and the conditions there were even worse.

However, the current spiritual energy was extremely thin, so it seemed that he had to use medicinal materials to advance his cultivation.

"Big Brother Zhong, then rest well."

"Zhong Wentao?"

Zhong Ming was startled, then smiled and said: "Yes yes, my name is Zhong Wentao."

Now that I am possessing this body, of course I can only borrow the host's name. Then, I will be called Zhong Wentao in the future.

"If you need anything else, you can look for me again. I'll stay next door."

Zhou Zihan said a few words and left with a smile.

Looking at the cute and pure Zhou Zihan, who was kind and gentle, Zhong Wentao who had been immersed in his heart for a few hundred years, slowly relaxed.

"This little girl's heart isn't bad."

Closing the door, Zhong Wentao meditated on the bed, practicing breathing.

Zhong Wentao only stopped cultivating when dawn broke. He slowly opened his eyes and said, "It's been more than five hundred years. Since I, Zhong Wentao, have not died, I will definitely find the person who harmed me and take revenge!"

Arriving at the front hall of the 'Ciji Hall', Zhou Cangzhu was currently napping, and he was the only person in the shop. It was so quiet that one could probably hear if a needle was dropped.

"Big Brother Zhong, come have breakfast."

Zhou Zihan walked out from behind with a bowl and chopsticks in his hands.

Zhou Cangzhu suddenly opened his eyes and said excitedly: "Damned girl, what are you eating for breakfast? Didn't I tell the brat to leave early in the morning? Where do I have the free rations to let him eat? "

"Father, breakfast is just soy milk and youtiao, it doesn't cost much. Big Brother Zhong's body is weak, let's just eat, why are you so heartless?"

Zhou Zihan rolled his eyes at her father, and snorted.

"My silly daughter, you are hopeless. Alright, alright, you brat, hurry up and eat. After eating, hurry up and leave. "Don't let the neighbors say that I'm cold-blooded and unfeeling."

Zhou Cangzhu sighed, and said quickly.

"Hehe, Big Brother Zhong, quickly eat while it's hot."

Zhou Zihan immediately stuffed the hot fried dough sticks into Zhong Wentao's hands.

"Sigh, foolish daughter!"

Zhou Cangzhu took a fried dough stick and walked to the main entrance as he shook his head and sighed.

Zhong Wentao took a bite of the fragrant hot fried dough stick and said softly: "Thank you."

Right now, there was one thing that troubled him. After eating breakfast, would he really leave the Ciji Hall?

However, he had nowhere to go, and the Ciji Hall he was currently in had quite a few medicinal ingredients he needed. This place was also quiet and was suitable for cultivation.

Well, I have to find a way to stay.

He scanned the time on the wall. It was almost 10 o'clock, but there were no patients in the 'Ciji Hall'.

"Got it."

Zhong Wentao's mouth revealed a smile, and said to Zhou Cangzhu who was beside him: "How come you don't have any business in your shop?"

"Who says there's no business? What do you know? It's still early. The patient hasn't woken up yet."

The old man glared at him.

"Dad, there's only one patient for Ciji Hall this week, stop lying."

Zhou Cangzhu's face reddened, and he rolled his eyes at Zhou Zihan: "You stinking girl, why do you always like to take down your father's stage?"

"I have a way to get patients."

Zhong Wentao said with confidence.

"You?"

The old man said in disbelief.

"Why don't we make a bet? If I find a patient, I'll stay here and help."

The old man stroked his goatee, revealing a suspicious look, he thought in his heart: "What is this kid planning? However, if he really does find a patient, then I won't lose too much. "

"Alright, I'll give you this chance. But before 12 o'clock, if you can't find a patient, you can't come back. "

The old man's eyes shone.

Zhou Zihan, who was at the side, spoke up: "Dad, two hours is too short, where do you think the Big Brother Zhong should go to find me?"

"Enough!"

Zhong Wentao smiled.

He then stuffed all the remaining youtiao in his hand into his mouth and stepped out of the door.

"Big Brother Zhong, have you eaten your fill? Why don't you not eat another fried dough stick?"

Zhou Zihan immediately grabbed the hot fried dough sticks and chased after his.

"Wait for me. I'll be back soon."

Zhong Wentao turned his head and said indifferently.

Zhong Wentao's words, made her heart feel an inexplicable sweetness.

"Girl, hurry up and serve me some porridge. He's just a poor kid, why are you being so nice to him!"

The old man complained.

Zhou Zihan who was standing at the door did not care about his father, but watched as they crossed the road and walked towards the small park on the other side of the road.

"I wonder if he can find a patient?"

Zhou Zihan said worriedly.

Think about my previous life, how many wealthy families came to find me to treat and I chose to let them see me, yet now I have to find a patient on my own?

Zhong Wentao shook his head and laughed, then came to the lush green little park. A few old men were playing chess on the stone benches.

When a person gets old, their physique would weaken, and they would more or less suffer from illness.

I just randomly found one or two people to go to the 'Ciji Hall', wouldn't that solve the problem?

However, if I were to recklessly try to recruit people, others would definitely think that I was a swindler and that I had to try to get close to them first.

"Chess? There's a way. "

Zhong Wentao revealed a happy expression.

A small board made up of nine vertical lines and ten horizontal lines, a total of 90 points, for the Black and Red sides 32 pieces to play.

It was a board game with a square inch, but it was filled with schemes and scheming. It was an intellectual game with a strong sense of interest.

The white haired old man on the left continuously fought back against the bald old man on the right and was about to be forced to surrender.

Zhong Wentao moved closer to the bald old man's back and gave him some pointers in a small voice.

Immediately, the bald old man went from being dispirited to taking advantage of the situation and finally killed the white-haired old man!

The white-haired old man slapped his chess piece, pointed at Zhong Wentao behind the bald old man, and shouted, "Kid, what are you muttering about behind me?

The bald old man gave the seat to Zhong Wentao, and said to him: "Young man, this old man has beaten me for the entire morning. He is extremely arrogant, help me kill off his spirit! If you want to win, I'll treat you to a meal! "

"Great sir, you are too polite. "Actually, I just started learning. I'm much weaker than you guys in terms of technique!"

Zhong Wentao said humbly.

"Don't be so long-winded, sit down and play chess. If you can beat me, not only will I treat you to a meal, I'll also give you money!"

The white-haired old man in front of him had a short temper.

After being beaten by the bald old man, he didn't feel good.

He felt that the bald old man had won by a fluke.

Zhong Wentao had no choice but to sit down.

The white-haired old man opposite him was sweating in anxiety.

"Good boy, this game of yours is too good. In this park, there is no one who can win three rounds from me!"

The white-haired old man had no choice but to admire him.

The surrounding old men all praised Zhong Wentao endlessly.

Zhong Wentao gave up his seat and smiled.

He was here to settle some important matters. If he continued to play like this, it would soon be 12 o'clock.

"Lad, where do you work?"

The bald old man became more familiar with Zhong Wentao and asked.

"Oh, I work at the 'Ciji Hall' that isn't too far away."

"Where's Old Zhou? He's very stingy. How did he get rich enough to hire helpers?"

"His business is very quiet. I often see him dozing off alone in the drugstore."

"Yeah, right now the Chinese medicine is in decline. Whoever has a headache will first have to look at a western medicine clinic. The Chinese medicine's curative effect is too slow."

The old men began to discuss.

Zhong Wentao coughed and said seriously: "Actually everyone has misunderstood Chinese medicine. Chinese medicine has existed for thousands of years in our country and it is very profound. Western medicine is quick to cure, but not cure. The diseases that can be cured by western medicine can be solved by us, the traditional Chinese medicine. Moreover, Chinese medicine can also cure illnesses that Western medicine cannot cure! "

"Young man, your words are a bit too much! Look at Fifth Lord Zhao on the other side of the wheelchair, his leg muscles are shriveling and it's useless, the people at the hospital said there's no treatment. Can you treat it with Chinese medicine? "

The white-haired old man pointed at an old man not far away.

"Mm, I'll go take a look."

Zhong Wentao walked over and checked Fifth Lord Zhao's legs.

Fifth Lord Zhao's leg was numb, but he could still see it through: "No treatment, the professors at the Yan Jing's main hospital said that my leg is crippled, I have thought it through. As long as there are no problems with other parts of my body, how many years can I live for lying on a wheelchair?"

"Fifth Lord Zhao, it seems that your wheelchair despises you and does not want you to sit in it anymore."

Zhong Wentao stood up and said with a smile.