Chang Haixin felt relieved when she heard his voice, so she naturally stopped struggling to resist. Her delicate body leaned softly in Chang Yang's arms and said softly: "You are really terrifying!"

Zhang Daguanren smiled and said, "This is called a master of skill and courage!"

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed outside, illuminating the room as bright as daylight. Then a thunderclap sounded outside the window. Chang Haixin cried out, turned around and threw herself into Changyang's arms, hugging his body tightly.

It was windy outside, and raindrops as big as soybeans hit the glass window quickly. Chang Haixin whispered: "What a big wind and rain."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "No matter how strong the wind and rain are, you don't have to worry about it. I am here, I will always be a harbor you can rely on." He spread his arms and hooked Chang Haixin's knee bend, picked her up horizontally, and walked towards the lounge next door.

The spring rain fell endlessly. The next day, the next day, the official Zhang had to get up from the gentle village and braved the wind and rain to return to his office. There was no way, only by covering the night sky was safe. If someone saw the secretary of the municipal party committee sneak into the secretary of the Youth League Committee late at night, I was afraid that this matter would be lively.

The guy took a hot shower and went to bed to rest. There were nearly four hours left before he went to work, so he could use this time to accumulate energy and nourish his energy.

This sleep was dark and dark. In his dream, Zhang Daguanren seemed to be thrown naked in the desert. The scorching sun was exposed to the sun, as if all the water in his body had been steamed out. He longed to drink water, but his body was soft and powerless. He couldn't walk a step. He lay in the desert, hoping that someone would pass by. After a while, he saw a group of familiar figures, including Xu Changde, Xu Jiayong, and Zhao Guoliang. They either looked at him contempt or coldly. Everyone held water in their hands, but they just refused to hand him a bottle.

Zhang Daguanren felt that he was about to die of thirst. In a trance, he seemed to be lying on a shaking boat again, his body shaking with the waves. He heard a voice in a hazy way: "Secretary Zhang, wake up, wake up!"

Zhang Daren finally opened his heavy eyelids. Only then did he realize that he was dreaming just now, but the feeling of hunger still existed. When he saw Fu Changzheng standing by the bed, he looked at him with concern: "Secretary Zhang!"

"Shui..." Zhang Yang made a sound that scared himself. His voice was hoarse and low. When he woke up, he became a broken voice. Zhang Yang felt sore and weak all over. Unexpectedly, he, who had always been as strong as a cow, was actually sick.

Fu Changzheng obviously saw that Zhang Yang was in a wrong state, so he quickly poured him a glass of water. Zhang Yang drank the water in the teacup in one breath. He said weakly: "I...I seem to have a fever."

Fu Changzheng said: "Secretary Zhang, did you get wet in the rain last night?"

Zhang Yang nodded and then coughed twice.

Fu Changzheng said: "I'll call Xiao Zhou over and take you to the hospital."

Zhang Yang shook his head: "No, I'll just have to rest. By the way, you can find me a thermometer."

When Fu Changzheng went to find a thermometer, Zhang Daguanren touched his pulse gate. The pulse was quite strange. Sometimes it was rapid and sometimes slow, sometimes it was like a flood rushing and powerful, sometimes it was like a stream flowing, and the trickling was silent. Zhang Daguanren was used to all kinds of strange pulses in his two lives, but it was the first time he saw it as strange as himself. He thought carefully about everything that happened last night. Apart from the three-degree spring breeze that was passionate with Chang Haixin last night, he was sneaking back to his office in the rain. But with his physical fitness, there would be no problem at all. How could he get sick? And the illness became so serious. Zhang Yang became more and more confused. Fu Changzheng sent him a thermometer. He asked Fu Changzheng to keep it secret for himself and not reveal his illness.

After taking the temperature, it actually reached 39.5°C. Fu Changzheng exclaimed: "Secretary Zhang, you have a high fever. You can't help but get so hot. We have to go to the hospital as soon as possible."

Zhang Yang said: "I'm fine, so what... please find me a thermometer!"

"Well……"

When Zhang Daguanren saw Fu Changzheng's expression of surprise, he realized that the thermometer was on his hand. His mind was confused at this moment, and he was probably confused by the heat. Zhang Yang smiled and insisted on getting out of bed. His feet were stuck on the ground, as if he was stepping on cotton wool, soft and unable to exert strength. He knew that he was sick this time.

When Fu Changzheng saw him shaking and hurriedly went up to support him. Zhang Yang waved his hand and said that he didn't need it. He went to the bathroom to wash up first, then sat down at his desk, took out paper and pen, wrote a prescription and handed it to Fu Changzheng, asking him to pick up medicine for himself, and brought it back after decocting.

Fu Changzheng still suggested that he go to the hospital, but Zhang Yang insisted on not going, so Fu Changzheng had to give up.

After Fu Changzheng left, Zhang Yang closed his eyes and rested, trying to lift his breath from his dantian to dispel internal heat. However, after a little exercise, he felt that the dantian was like a knife cut, which made him feel extremely painful. Zhang Daguanren had to give up, picked up the tea cup, drank a sip of tea, recalled the outline recorded in the Mahayana Dharma, and calmed down and thought about it. Combined with the contents of the Mahayana Dharma, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that he had reached the threshold of breakthrough, and the Mahayana Dharma practice was also divided into multiple stages, and the Mahayana Dharma practice and ordinary practice were not

Similarly, every breakthrough in the realm is different from ordinary martial arts. Zhang Yang has unknowingly cultivated to the fifth level. As the realm improves, breakthroughs become more and more difficult. Every breakthrough is like breaking out of the cocoon into a butterfly. But the butterfly that just broke out of the cocoon is the weakest. The same is true for Zhang Daren. This breakthrough is like a serious illness. With his ability, he could have passed this breakthrough safely, but he happened to be in the night rain after indulging in lust last night, and a serious illness was so good.

The cell phone on the desk rang. Zhang Yang saw that it was Chang Haixin's phone call. After he answered, he started coughing before he could speak.

Chang Haixin's concerning voice came from the other end of the phone: "Are you sick?"

Zhang Yang said: "I'm not sick, cough... I just have some cough..."

Chang Haixin heard this hoarse voice and almost didn't believe that this was Zhang Yang, and immediately said, "I'll go see you!"

Before Master Zhang could tell me, he hung up the phone there, and the guy could only shake his head helplessly.

Not long after the phone was put down, the door was gently knocked. Fu Changzheng walked in again. He handed the prescription to Zhou Shanhu. He left behind him to take care of Zhang Yang and help him deal with work matters. Fu Changzheng said: "Secretary Zhang, Minister Wang is here, have you seen me?"

Zhang Yang said: "See, of course you have to see you... Cough cough..."

Fu Changzheng sighed and said, "I think you might as well take a rest."

Zhang Yang waved his hand and signaled him to let Wang Junqiang come in.

When Wang Junqiang came in and saw Zhang Yang's appearance, he immediately knew that he was sick. Wang Junqiang had never studied medicine. However, Zhang Yang's illness was written on his face this time. His face was pale, his eyes were red, his nose was a little red, and his lips were chapped. Compared with yesterday's refreshing spirit, he obviously changed another person. Wang Junqiang was holding a newspaper in his hand. He didn't care about it and said with concern: "Secretary Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Daren's voice now looks like a duck: "Well... I got wet last night and caught a cold... Ah sneezing..." The guy quickly pulled out a tissue to cover his nose.

Wang Junqiang said: "Have you been to the hospital for a visit?"

Zhang Yang nodded, feeling dizzy, his nose itchy, and his eyes always want to cry. He wiped his nose and said, "What's the matter with me?"

Wang Junqiang handed him the newspaper in his hand. This is a copy of the Beigang Daily published today. The homepage published the fire in Binhai last night. What annoyed Zhang Daguanren was that the report directly pointed out that the fire in Binhai was a fireworks party, and the protective measures were not favorable. The article also mentioned the fire in Fulong Port at the beginning of this year, which seemed to equate the nature of the two. Finally, the source of the fireworks was pointed out, saying that

The fireworks were all smuggled confiscated items obtained by Zhang Yang through relationships, and there was no quality assurance at all. Zhang Yang didn't look at it, and he couldn't help but get furious when he saw it. He threw the newspaper on the table. He was about to speak, but his nose itched again. He turned his head and sneeze three times in a row. Then he felt a little more comfortable. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Beigang Daily is our official newspaper in Beigang. How can it be... without any evidence... cough cough... just publish such irresponsible reports?"

Wang Junqiang said: "Not only Beigang Daily, but also the Evening News and Morning News also wrote this. I think that the media in Beigang have unified the caliber and criticized us. Now it's troublesome. The people all think that our fireworks party caused this fire."

Zhang Yang said angrily: "There hasn't been a result of the investigation yet, why did they make such remarks? It's simply slander. I'll go to Huang Bucheng..." When he was excited, he sneezed several times in succession.

Wang Junqiang said: "Secretary Zhang, don't be angry. It's important to recuperate. I'll leave first. We must notify our Binhai media. We cannot follow the crowd and talk nonsense."

Zhang Yang nodded and said, "You go, I'll handle the above things."

As soon as Wang Junqiang left, Chang Haixin rushed over. Seeing Zhang Yang's appearance, she couldn't help but worry. She pulled Zhang Yang to take him to the hospital. Zhang Daren smiled and said, "Don't pull, this is the office. Do you think there is a better person in this world than me... Ah Yeh... Doctor?"

Chang Hai thought to himself: "I know that you have great medical skills, but doctors cannot treat themselves. You must not take it lightly." She reached out and touched Zhang Yang's forehead and said in surprise: "It's so hot, Zhang Yang, listen to me, hurry up and go to the hospital and get a fever-reducing injection."

Zhang Yang said: "Where are you used to get the fever-reducing needles? Go to the refrigerator, Fu Changzheng just helped me freeze ice cubes and put them in a bag and I applied it."

Chang Haixin shook his head helplessly, went to the refrigerator to get ice cubes, put them in a bag and wrapped them in a towel and applied them to his forehead. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!