The male protagonist stole my fiancée, so I stole her home

The two of them were very close, but the two of them were very close.

Zhang Qizhen was unwilling to believe Zhou Yun's strength, thinking that he was too young, but she had no choice but to give it a try.

The three of them walked up to the apartment building in the community and entered the house.

As soon as they opened the door, they smelled a strong and pungent smell of Chinese medicine, which still did not dissipate despite ventilation.

Many of the furniture in the room were old, with dull paint and outdated styles, revealing a sense of age.

Mr. Zhang had the conditions to live in a better house, but he would rather live here. Obviously, he was also a person who was very nostalgic.

In addition to the two elders, there was also a female nurse in the house, who usually took care of Mrs. Zhang.

"The old lady fainted again. I just changed her urinal." said the nurse.

"I understand." Mr. Zhang nodded.

He could send the old lady to the hospital and let a special doctor take care of her.

But when the old lady was awake, she told him that she didn't like the hospital environment, it was too depressing, and she would rather die at home.

Occasionally, when the condition was serious, a special doctor would come to diagnose and treat her.

It was just to prolong her life, and it couldn't be cured, and it played a role in delaying time.

Zhang Qizhen, who was always as cold as an iceberg outside, collapsed when she saw her grandmother with white hair and skinny skin. She walked to the bedside regardless of her image, took her grandmother's hand, and didn't dare to speak loudly, only tears were flowing.

The room was very quiet. When Mr. Zhang saw his wife, he fell silent, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

After shedding tears for a while, Zhang Qizhen looked at Zhou Yun with a thirsty look.

At this moment, regardless of whether Zhou Yun was a miracle doctor or his age, her only hope was Zhou Yun.

"Save my grandma." Zhang Qizhen said in a low voice.

Zhou Yun nodded solemnly, walked to the other side of the bed, grabbed the old lady's hand, took her pulse, and then checked her eyelids, mouth, throat, and neck.

Although he knew what disease the old lady had through the plot, he still had to observe it in person. If it was different, it would be a disaster.

After a series of operational studies, he finally concluded that it was indeed the same as the disease described in the plot. In Western medicine, it is a disease called neuronal nuclear inclusion disease, dementia, and degeneration of the nervous system, which often occurs in the elderly.

After learning about the condition, Zhou Yun's mind immediately showed the best solution for symptomatic treatment. The huge knowledge system of the god-level medical skills started to move in an orderly manner, and his thoughts became extremely clear.

"It can be completely cured." Zhou Yun smiled and said, "However, some medicines are rare, and it is very troublesome to find them. It takes some time."

"In other words, you can't treat it now, how can I trust you?" Zhang Qizhen was a little annoyed.

Seeing Zhou Yun's serious look, she had believed that she could be cured, but now she said that she wanted to find rare medicinal materials. Isn't this stalling time? !

It makes people doubt it. Many charlatans use this method.

Zhang Lao was silent.

Zhou Yun smiled and said, "What I said is that those few medicines are needed to completely cure the disease, but ordinary medicines are enough to make the old lady temporarily recover to normal."

"Wait a minute, I'll make a call."

Zhou Yun called some branch managers of Yuchen Group in Tongcheng and asked them to put down everything and buy medicine.

Some of the medicinal materials are very expensive, worth hundreds of thousands.

After the call, Zhang Lao asked the servant to bring a glass of water to Zhou Yun and continued to be silent.

Zhou Yun drank the boiled water and looked around Zhang Lao's room. He saw some honors and awards, as well as photos with big shots.

In the photo, he also saw a photo of Zhang Lao and the current leader of Xia State, which was placed in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

The leader of Xia country, the spiritual center of the people, the man standing at the top of a country, when will I be able to see it with my own eyes, Zhou Yun thought to himself.

The manager was very efficient, and soon brought the medicine and a set of medical acupuncture instruments.

Zhou Yun told the servant how to boil the medicine.

He himself was going to start acupuncture for the old lady to make her numb nerves alive and keep her awake.

Originally, Zhou Yun wanted Zhang Qizhen to go out, fearing that when the needle was inserted into the old lady's head, this little girl would be too concerned and affect herself.

But Zhang Qizhen said: "I have seen all kinds of bloody scenes, you can give me acupuncture, I promise not to interfere with you."

"But I also tell you, if grandma is not well, I will put every needle you put back into your body!"

It's fierce enough.

.. Zhou Yun muttered to himself.

He placed the old lady's body in a proper position, resting her head on Zhou Yun's legs, and lit a candle next to her. After the silver needles were burned once, they were soaked in the special medicine prepared by Zhou Yun, and then slowly inserted into the old lady's head.

The human brain is very complicated, with countless nerves. If one step is wrong, the person will be useless, either dementia, or become a vegetable, or lose control of the limbs and other serious consequences.

However, these did not stump Zhou Yun. His entire treatment process was very smooth, until the old lady's head was like a hedgehog, and he stopped.

Mr. Zhang had some knowledge of Chinese medicine acupuncture, and knew that the needles would be more difficult to pierce as they went on, but Zhou Yun did not hesitate at all, as if he had done it thousands of times and had formed muscle memory long ago.

If his wife really recovered, it would prove that Zhou Yun's medical skills were absolutely superb, and there might be no one in Xia Country who could match him.

This alone was enough to be called a miracle doctor.

Putting the old lady's head in place, Zhou Yun said, "Wait half an hour, when the medicine is ready, the old lady can drink it when she wakes up."

Half an hour later.

Zhou Yun pulled out the last needle, the old lady gasped, and then opened her eyes in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, Zhou Yun's handsome face came into view.

The old lady said in a daze: "Am I... dead? Going to heaven, you are an angel?"

This old lady still believes in Western religions... Zhou Yun said with a smile: "Old lady, you are not dead, I am a doctor."

"Even if we Chinese die, we will go to the underworld."

The old lady hummed and said: "Doctor, is there such a handsome doctor? I don't believe it... No, this is indeed my room."

Slowly, the old lady spoke more and more fluently, her mind began to become clear, and she also saw the environment around her.

She felt that her hand was held by someone, and she reluctantly turned her head to see Zhang Qizhen sitting on the edge of the bed with tears on her face.

Seeing her granddaughter, the old lady said excitedly: "Qizhen, it's really you, you're back to see grandma."

Zhang Qizhen nodded vigorously, unable to say anything.

Old Zhang was also very excited. The disease in his heart was cured. At this time, he felt much more relaxed, and a rare smile bloomed on his old face.

While Zhou Yun was wiping his hands with a wet cloth, he saw this warm moment and tactfully left the room silently, giving their relatives a space to get along.