C42 You are not willing to give me face

"What?"

"What?"

Two cries came from Shen Wansan and Shen Guorong. Their mouths were wide open as they looked at Zhao Qiang in disbelief, as they had never heard of a doctor treating a patient to let the patient bleed. Shen Wansan and Shen Guorong now suspected that Zhao Qiang was plotting to kill Shen Hujue intentionally.

Lan Yuyan was also very shocked in her heart, but she did not suspect Zhao Qiang as much as Shen Wansan and his son. She only felt that Zhao Qiang's treatment was a little too bloody, and that normal people would not be able to accept it.

Zhao Qiang curled his lips, stared at Shen Wansan and Shen Guorong, and said indifferently: "You guys went through so much trouble to get me to come here and treat Old Mr. Shen, you thought that you guys already completely trusted me. You don't believe me, I can return the money and leave right now."

These words were like a bucket of cold water poured on his head. Shen Wansan came to his senses, he immediately took two steps forward, looked at Zhao Qiang and said solemnly: "Calm down Mr. Zhao, we do not believe your words, but the way you cure us is too inconceivable, thus we were all shocked."

Zhao Qiang nodded and looked at Shen Guorong.

How could Shen Guorong not understand that Zhao Qiang wanted him to state his stance? He suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "I do not suspect the Mr. Zhao either."

"Very well, go get the basin and the knife."

"Alright."

Shen Guorong turned around and walked out. He felt that he had become a errand boy, and a helper for the bastard he hated the most.

A few minutes later, the pots and knives arrived.

Lan Yuyan asked worriedly, "Zhao Qiang, how confident are you in this matter?"

Zhao Qiang knew that Lan Yuyan was doing this for his own good and his heart warmed. Seeing that Shen Wansan and Shen Guorong were looking at him, he said half-jokingly, "If I don't have confidence, I believe that I can only lie down and be carried out today. Haha!"

Shen Wansan blushed and said: "Mister Shen is so humorous."

Zhao Qiang gave Lan Yuyan a comforting look and slashed at Shen Hujue's wrist with the sharp blade. Immediately, fresh blood flowed into the basin.

Shen Wansan and Shen Guorong could not bear to turn their heads away after seeing this.

Lan Yuyan stared fixedly at Zhao Qiang's every move, because she knew that Zhao Qiang would not do nothing other than bleed.

As expected, only a few minutes had passed.

Zhao Qiang suddenly leaned over, his right hand pointed at Shen Hujue's body a few times, and immediately a crackling sound came out.

Lan Yuyan's eyes were opened so wide that they almost fell out. This was a blood clot, it was something that only existed in legends, but it was actually real, at this moment, Lan Yuyan was deeply shaken. She stared at Zhao Qiang blankly, not knowing how to describe her current feelings.

Shen Wansan was an experienced person, seeing how Lan Yuyan was shocked by Zhao Qiang's medical skills, she had more confidence in Zhao Qiang.

Seeing that Shen Hujue's complexion was gradually returning to normal, Zhao Qiang secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This was the first time he used the acupuncture point on himself, if he said that he wasn't worried at all, it would definitely be fake. The treatment that followed was too suspicious, if word of it spread out, he would definitely cause a lot of trouble for him.

"Next, I will give Old Mr. Shen a warning not to be disturbed. Otherwise, not only will Old Mr. Shen be in danger, I will also be in danger."

Lan Yuyan understood the situation immediately, he glanced at Zhao Qiang with a complicated expression and walked out.

"Mr. Zhao, I will stand guard at the door. If you need anything, just tell me. I will definitely do my best." Even though Shen Wansan said that he was very concerned about Zhao Qiang, in reality, he was saying the same thing. I will guard the door, if you dare to mess around, I will definitely not let you out of the Shen Family.

Zhao Qiang's eyes lit up and he said, "You are not allowed to enter without my permission. If you don't listen to what has happened, I will not take responsibility."

"Yes, Mr. Zhao."

He heard the door slam.

Zhao Qiang smiled and waved his hand. Instantly, an invisible barrier enveloped the entire room. This was a small technique from the < Tyrant God martial art >. It was called the Divine Martial Realm, and it could cut off everything in the world except for experts who were several times stronger than Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang's expression was solemn, he frantically channeled the spirit energy in his body, aimed his palms at Shen Hujue who was on the sickbed, and poured endless spirit energy into Shen Hujue's body, 'cleaning' his internal organs time and time again.

Slowly, slowly...

Shen Hujue's body separated itself from the sickbed and floated into the air, spinning.

This was the Breath Forging Technique from the《 Heavenly Book of Medicine》. In a sense, this was no longer considered a medical technique from the mortal world.

After an unknown period of time.

Shen Hujue stopped spinning, his entire body releasing a mass of black Qi, which seemed to be the result of the poison in his body.

Zhao Qiang roared, retracting his palms, causing Shen Hujue to fall on the sickbed.

Stepping forward to check his pulse, Shen Hujue's pulse became stable, and all the problems in his body were solved.

Zhao Qiang let out a sigh of relief. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and immediately sat down to cultivate to recover his almost exhausted spiritual energy.

Shen Guorong waited at the door for two to three hours but Zhao Qiang still did not come out. He already had no patience left, he looked at Shen Wansan who was walking around and said: "Father, we cannot wait any longer, we must go in and see, who knows if Zhao Qiang will do anything to Grandfather."

Shen Wansan was also a little moved, after all Shen Hujue was the Shen family's Divine Needle which could not be lost, if Zhao Qiang was to do something to Shen Hujue with his anger, it would be a grave sin.

Seeing that Shen Wansan and his son were about to go in, Lan Yuyan hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. "You can't go in, otherwise, if you disturb Zhao Qiang, not only will he be in danger, even the Old Mr. Shen will be in danger."

Shen Guorong shouted angrily: "Zhao Qiang is still not coming out, who knows what he's doing inside, we have to go in and take a look, you better quickly move out of the way, otherwise don't blame me for being rude to you."

"I won't."

"Stupid woman, you gave me the face to refuse it, but I'll beat you to death." Shen Guorong bellowed as he punched towards Lan Yuyan's head.

Lan Yuyan was truly angered. She did not want to reveal that she knew martial arts in front of others, but that did not mean that she could tolerate Shen Guorong bullying her.

Just as she was about to make her move, the closed door opened.

Shen Guorong's right fist stopped in mid air as he blankly looked at Zhao Qiang who had walked out with a cold expression.

Shen Wansan felt Zhao Qiang's killing intent and knew it was going to end soon. He rushed forward to stop him, but it was too late, he could only watch as Shen Guorong was kicked away by Zhao Qiang, and finally, crashed into the wall. The blood in his body was boiling, and he could not help but spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"National honor."

Shen Wansan cried out in heartache, rushed forward to support Shen Guorong and asked in concern: "Child, are you alright?"