"It's not about money."

"Mr. Yang is over 130 years old. His body organs are seriously aging and there is nothing he can do to save him."

The old man was suddenly speechless.

He looked at Mr. Yang convulsing on the bed, feeling extremely sad in his heart.

Suddenly, a figure flashed over.

That is Zhang Hao.

He could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the acupuncture.

Because the situation was critical, I had no time to explain, so I picked up two silver needles and stabbed Mr. Yang in the head.

When the old man saw this, his face suddenly became angry.

"Boy, what do you want to do!"

While speaking, he punched Zhang Hao in the head.

Zhang Hao grabbed the old man's wrist with his backhand and quickly applied the needle with his other hand.

At this moment, the twitching Mr. Yang suddenly calmed down.

Not only did I stop smoking.

No more foaming at the mouth.

Seeing this scene, Doctor Bai was shocked.

"Young man, that's awesome!"

"Acupuncture at Renzhong and Baihui points can control the nervous system. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Steward Wang, where did you hire such an expert?"

The old man was suddenly stunned.

He thought Zhang Hao wanted to harm Mr. Yang.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang was saved.

At this time, Mr. Yang slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing Doctor Bai, she excitedly held his hand.

"Doctor Bai, thank you for saving my life again."

"I didn't save him, it was this young man."

"Young man? Are you your apprentice?"

"No, how can my apprentice be better than me? He is an expert invited by Steward Wang."

"oh?"

Mr. Yang looked at the old man and asked:

"Steward Wang, did you invite this little brother?"

"Uh... no, he's here to buy antiques."

"Buying antiques?"

Mr. Yang, who had just regained his consciousness, was confused again.

But he didn't think much and thanked Zhang Hao directly.

"Young man, thank you for saving my life."

"Since you are here to buy antiques, as a token of my gratitude, these antiques are given to you."

Zhang Hao couldn't help but be startled.

There are hundreds of antiques.

If each piece is worth ten million, the total value is one billion!

Although I was excited, I still had to be polite.

"No, no, no, those antiques are too valuable, I can't have them."

"It's okay, those are all worthless things."

"Because I was sick and didn't have the time to make those broken pots and tiles, so I gave them to you."

Zhang Hao hesitated for a second.

Then he smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll accept it."

Just kidding, who wouldn’t want it given away for free?

Unless there is a brain disease.

But he couldn't ask for it in vain.

"Grandpa, let me take your pulse again."

"Check your physical condition and give you a prescription to regulate your body."

Yang Lao smiled and said: "Okay, then I'll help you, little brother."

"Steward Wang, give him your business card."

"If this little brother encounters any trouble in the future, you must do your best to solve it."

"I understand, sir."

Butler Wang nodded solemnly.

Then he said politely to Zhang Hao:

"Little brother, I apologize for my impulsiveness just now."

"Because the master is critically ill, I was very anxious, so I took action against you."

Zhang Hao: "It doesn't matter, I shouldn't do anything to you either."

Butler Wang: "Haha, having said that, you are quite powerful."

Zhang Hao: "You're not bad either."

As soon as he finished speaking, an anxious voice came from the door.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Following the sound, three people ran in.

An old man with gray hair and a childish face.

A middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

A beautiful woman wearing a mask.

When Grandpa Zhao followed the sound, he was suddenly stunned.

He knew the old man.

It turned out to be Yang Dingfeng!

At the same time, Zhang Hao was also very surprised.

The eyes of the beauty with the mask are very familiar.
Chapter completed!