Chapter 64: Careful Planning

  As a young man of the new era, having received legal education since childhood, it's really hard for Zhang Yi to kill someone, even if the other person is a notorious criminal with blood on his hands. He agreed with Hao Chengxiao because he had another idea in mind.

  Old ginger is spicy and old wine is fragrant.

  The life-taking demon doctor Hao Cheng Xiao carefully set up the formation, perfectly controlling every rhythm.

  Zhang Yi subconsciously glanced at the time and quietly waited for half an hour, after which a middle-aged man with a slender build and dark skin indeed walked into the clinic.

  "Who is Hao Shen Yi? I...I'm here to see a doctor."

  A middle-aged man with a honest and simple appearance, looking like an ordinary farmer, but when he speaks, a hint of villainy is revealed.

  He...

  Is he the murderer of that massacre?

  Indeed, you can't judge people by their appearance and you can't measure the sea with a bushel!

  Zhang Yi secretly sighed, his eyes scanning over Hao Cheng's pale and apathetic expression, before turning to face the middle-aged man. He calmly said: "I'm not Hao Shen Yi, but I can cure your illness. Please sit down! Let me examine you first."

  "Who are you? Who do you think you are? You think you can cure my illness just because you know some basic medical skills? Don't waste my time, hurry up and get Dr. Hao out here! I've asked around, and no one else can cure my illness except for him." The middle-aged man said loudly with a look of discontent on his face, glancing at Zhang Yi with disdain.

  Zhang Yi coldly snorted: "If you're willing to be treated, then sit down. If you don't want me to treat you, then please leave."

  "You..."

  A middle-aged man, in a fit of rage, looked at Zhang Yi's calm expression, hesitated for a moment, and then sat down at the consultation desk with a hint of disdain, saying loudly: "Since you say you can cure my illness, then go ahead and cure it. Anyone can talk big, if you can't cure me and waste my time, don't blame me for getting angry..."

  Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold, and he said lightly: "Stretch out your left hand, I'll take your pulse."

  Looking, smelling, asking and cutting are the most basic diagnostic methods.

  After several months of clinical practice, Zhang Yi can easily diagnose patients and is almost error-free.

  "What discomfort symptoms does your body have? Or have you had any checks in other places? What's the conclusion?" Zhang Yi asked, raising his head.

  "I've been examined, but I won't tell you. If you can diagnose what's wrong with me, then I'll believe you're a real Chinese doctor and not just a quack." the middle-aged man said.

  Zhang Yi was furious in his heart and almost wanted to deny his previous thoughts.

  "Since you don't want to say it, let me say something. If what I say is right, nod your head; if not, you can also tell me."

  "Have you been experiencing chest tightness, shortness of breath, difficulty breathing, and sometimes severe coughing recently?"

  The middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he nodded immediately: "Exactly, exactly, these are the symptoms."

  "Moreover, before these symptoms occur, there are often precursory symptoms such as nasal congestion, sneezing, and eye itching. Is that right?"

  "Yes, it is exactly like this." The middle-aged man replied quickly.

  Zhang Yisong released the other person's wrist and said lightly: "I already know what disease you have, it's a very serious asthma, once an attack occurs, there will be severe breathing difficulties and hypoxemia in a short period of time. Especially at night or dawn, the attack will be even more severe. If this continues, I'm afraid you won't last long before you die from illness."

  "Whoosh..."

  A middle-aged man slid off the chair and knelt down in front of Zhang Yi with a thud, his face pale, his wrists trembling slightly, filled with remorse and pleading, he said in a trembling voice: "Young brother... Your diagnosis was correct, I indeed have severe asthma, please, you must treat me. Previously, I was blinded by greed, looked down on people, hoping that you can put aside our differences and not look at me with disdain. Also, I'll give you money, lots and lots of money, as long as you can cure me."

  Zhang Yi's eyes flashed with a hint of color, and he said lightly: "How much money is a lot? Your severe asthma could claim your life at any moment, I want to know, how much is this life of yours worth?"

  The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, a struggling look flashing in his eyes. After more than ten seconds, he said in a low voice: "Five hundred thousand, all my savings. And gold jewelry, several kilograms in total, I'll give it all to you, as long as you can cure my illness."

  Zhang Yi nodded and said, "No problem, you go lie down on the bed, I'll start treating you with acupuncture. If it's effective today and you don't have another attack tonight, then tomorrow you can bring 500,000 yuan and those gold accessories over, and I'll cure you directly. If you don't come, I dare say that there aren't many doctors in this world who can cure your severe asthma."

  "Good! As long as it's effective, I'll definitely come back tomorrow." The middle-aged man made up his mind and agreed relatively readily.

  Zhang Yi's eyes had a hint of cold smile, and soon he performed acupuncture treatment on the middle-aged man.

  "Alright, put on your clothes, you can go. Tomorrow at this time, I'll be waiting for you here." Zhang Yi said as he put away the silver needle.

  "Alright, alright, thank you little brother."

  A middle-aged man with a grateful look on his face got dressed and left the clinic.

  "Zhang Yi, if he doesn't come back tomorrow, consider your assessment failed." Hao Cheng Xiao said calmly, still sitting in that chair until the middle-aged man left.

  Zhang Yi said: "I understand."

  Hao Cheng got up and walked out while muttering to himself: "Half a year ago, a jewelry store in the neighboring city was robbed, but the suspect has not been found yet. That time, several kilograms of gold and silver jewelry were lost. I wonder who robbed that jewelry store..."

  Zhang Yi's expression changed, and he seemed to understand something in his heart.

  Before I knew it, it was already noon on the second day.

  "Little brother, this is 500,000 in cash, and another bag contains two kilograms of gold and silver jewelry. I, Zhang Haitao, am a man of my word, and I've brought everything to you." said the middle-aged man Zhang Haitao.

  Zhang Yi opened it and took a look, then smiled slightly and said: "Go to the sickbed and lie down well. I will give you acupuncture treatment. If it is not cured, if you have asthma again in the future, I will take full responsibility. You can come to me at any time."

  "Yes, yes, I naturally believe you, little brother."

  Zhang Haitao took off his jacket and lay on the bed with a hint of excitement.

  After the treatment, Zhang Yi made some moves when giving injections. However, he also injected a small amount of vital fluid into Zhang Haitao's heart and left it inside.

  "Let's go! I believe you'll be fine later." Zhang Yi said calmly.

  Zhang Haitao's eyes had a hint of unusual color, but he still nodded in response with a smile on his face.

  After leaving the clinic, he didn't go back directly, but instead wandered around Shibatou Town for a few rounds, then quietly snuck back to the vicinity of the clinic and lay in wait.

  He was worried that Zhang Yi was a swindler, so he needed to make sure that his asthma had really been cured. Only when he was certain of this could he leave with peace of mind.

  "In two months, if my asthma is really cured, then the money and gold you took away from me today must be spat out to me in the same way." A sinister look flashed across Zhang Haitao's eyes.

  He didn't know that a pair of eyes were staring at him secretly at this moment.

  Inside the hospital.

  Zhang Yi stretched out his hand and placed 500,000 cash and two kilograms of gold and silver jewelry in front of Hao Cheng Xiao, smiling faintly: "Hao senior, consider these as a small tuition fee for following you and Yao senior to learn! As for Zhang Haitao's side, it won't take four days, there will definitely be results within three days."

  After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi turned around and left.

  Hao Cheng quietly watched Zhang Yi's back as he left, a hint of a smile in his eyes.

  The next afternoon.

  Hao Cheng Xiao received the news that Zhang Haitao had already left.

  Two days later.

  He once again received news that Zhang Haitao's body had recovered, and this matter was spread from the mouths of Zhang Haitao's relatives and friends.

  The third day afternoon.

  The news came again, and Zhang Haitao, who was drunk and unconscious, suddenly died.

  September 5th

  Zhang Yi took Yin Yin and bid farewell to Hao Cheng Xiao and Yao Tian Xiao, boarding the bus heading to Jingnan City.

  September 6th morning.

  Lao Wang Wine House in Shibadong Town.

  Sitting in the room filled with the aroma of wine, drinking the strong and fragrant liquor, Hao Cheng Xiao smiled slyly at Yao Tian Xiao, asking: "Is it because Zhang Yi that little brat left, you're very uncomfortable? Not having someone to train is unbearable, right? Especially one who's a naturally gifted little brat."

  Yao Tianxiao nodded with a bitter smile on his old face: "That's right, in the three or four months I've been with this kid, he's always bringing me surprises. Now that he's leaving suddenly, I'm really a bit reluctant to part with him. However, Shengshen did the right thing by letting Zhang Yi go to the Medical College of Jingnan University to study. In today's era, it's hard to make breakthroughs by sticking to traditional ways. Moreover, Chinese medicine has its advantages and Western medicine has its strengths. Only by combining them can we better survive in this society."

  Hao Cheng smiled and said, "Not bad, but that kid has conservative blood flowing through his bones. He's been constrained by the law, always thinking that killing is repaid with death, and doesn't dare to bring out the ruthless energy in his heart. I helped him out this time, and he'll thank me for it later."

  Yao Tian shook his head and sighed: "It seems that you really intend to pass on your 'life-taking' magical nature to him!"

  "What's wrong with that? In the past, I roamed the Jianghu with ease, killing those who provoked me, and also killing those who didn't please my eyes. Those who plotted against me with careful consideration would also be killed. My way is to kill, only by killing can I create a clear and bright world, and then every day will be comfortable."

  Yao Tianxiao sighed with a bitter smile, but didn't say anything more.

  "Hmm..."

  The door opened by itself without any wind, and a vague black shadow suddenly appeared beside Hao Cheng Xiao.

  "What's wrong?"

  Hao Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, a cold glint flashing across them.

  "Master, I have received intelligence that Zhang Haitao died suddenly two days ago. However, just two hours ago, as his family was preparing for his funeral, he came back to life and crawled out of the coffin. But only half an hour later, he was taken away by the police."

  "What?"

  Hao Cheng's face changed, the angry look on his face flashed and disappeared, he waved his hand, after the man in black night clothes left, he sighed with a bitter smile: "Every day hitting wild geese, I didn't expect to be pecked blind by a little wild goose in the end. What a stinky kid, actually set me up."

  Hahaha...

  Yao Tianxiao burst out laughing loudly.

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