Chapter 467 [Happiness of a piece of paper] (Part 2)

After eating the noodles, Zhang Yang took the tea handed over by Qiao Mengyuan and took a big sip. It was also a kind of happiness to eat it. While he was thinking about the purpose of Qiao Zhenliang inviting him over, he saw the old man he met in the garden walking in from outside the door, still carrying the big mask. The old man walked in and said, "How did you park the car? You pressed down the lawn I just had done!"

Shi Wei stuck out his tongue, and it was her who stopped the car just now.

Zhang Yangxin said that this old gardener was quite arrogant, so how could he speak to his master in this tone? But after thinking about it, it seemed something was wrong. Qiao Mengyuan's next words immediately made Zhang Daren realize an embarrassing reality.

Qiao Mengyuan said: "Grandpa, it's my fault. I didn't pay attention when parking." She took the initiative to take responsibility for Shi Wei.

When Zhang Yang heard Qiao Mengyuan's name to the old gardener, the stars appeared in front of him and almost fainted. He would never have thought that this little old man in work clothes and a big mask was Mr. Qiao who had been in the domestic political arena for many years. Zhang Daren was embarrassed. He asked someone to send paper when he was going to the toilet just now. If he knew his identity, Zhang Yang would not dare to take care of him even if he squatted there and waited for the air to dry. He asked Mr. Qiao to give toilet paper. In the Sui Dynasty, this was called a crime! He was going to beheaded.

Old Qiao said: "I dare to lie. I have asked, I know who parks the car!"

Then Shi Wei walked over timidly, grabbed one of Mr. Qiao's arm and said, "Grandpa, I was wrong. I'll go and help you clean up the grass."

Old Qiao said, "I hope you can help me? Unless the sun comes out from the west, I will be very glad if you don't cause trouble for me." His eyes finally fell on Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Daguanren held the teacup and looked at Old Qiao with a fever: "Then...that..."

Old Qiao said: "Young man, we seem to have seen it before!"

Official Zhang thought to himself, "I haven't seen it before. When I was squatting there just now, you gave me paper. Of course, he wouldn't doubt Mr. Qiao's memory. People said this on purpose."

Of course, Qiao Mengyuan didn't know what had just happened, so she pushed him and said, "Zhang Yang, this is my grandfather!"

Official Zhang reached out and said in fear: "Hello Lao Qiao... Hello..."

Everyone was stunned. Is this guy so nervous?

Official Zhang quickly woke up: "No...no...Hello, Mr. Qiao!"

Old Qiao laughed and shook hands with Zhang Yang: "You are Zhang Yang, young man, I have heard of you for a long time!"

Zhang Yang said: "I heard you have been old for a longer time!"

Mr. Qiao said: "Sit down, don't be so nervous!"

Zhang Yang said, "Don't be nervous!" His expression still seemed nervous. In fact, this guy was not nervous at all. If it was a little unnatural, it was because he was embarrassed. He called Lao Qiao on purpose just now. Others thought he was nervous and wrong, but he just thought it was intentional. However, from this incident, it can be seen that Lao Qiao is very broad. People were not angry because they called him Lao Qiao, nor did they mention the matter of sending him toilet paper just now. The prime minister's words were indeed somewhat credible.

Of course, Mr. Qiao didn't expect this kid to have so many intestines. He went to the bathroom to wash the soil on his hands. When he returned to the living room, Qiao Zhenliang and his wife came down.

Qiao Zhenliang said: "Dad, have you seen Zhang Yang?"

Old Qiao smiled and said, "I just saw it!"

Zhang Yang felt strange that Mr. Qiao was still wearing a big mask when he entered the house.

Qiao Zhenliang said to Zhang Yang: "Zhang Yang, I am busy bringing you from Jiangcheng this time because I want you to help my father see a doctor."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Don't worry, Secretary Qiao, as long as I can help, I will do my best." He glanced at Qiao Mengyuan. Qiao Mengyuan was really good. At least he had to say to himself in advance so that he could be prepared. If he knew that Mr. Qiao was in Baishawan, he would not have made the mistake just now.

Mr. Qiao heard of the magical medical skills of his son. In Mr. Qiao's opinion, an official in his early twenties could not have too profound medical skills. After all, medicine depends on practical experience.

Zhang Yang said respectfully: "Old Qiao, I am not a professional doctor. After attending a medical school for a few years, I have been to the family school and passed down several folk remedies, so I can also treat some difficult and complicated diseases."

Mr. Qiao said: "You are very honest!"

Zhang Yang said: "I know how big I am. Since Secretary Qiao has found me, Mengyuan, Shiwei, Pengju, I are all good friends. I regard you as my elders, so I will not hide it from you. I will do my best to help you cure it. If I can't cure it, it is my limited ability. Don't blame me even if you always do it."

Old Qiao said: "I don't know what kind of disease I am, you just think of a way out. It's really not easy for young people today!"

Zhang Yang said: "I dare to guess that you have facial paralysis!"

Old Qiao was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that this kid could see his condition at a glance. No wonder his son recommended him.

Qiao Mengyuan and Shi Wei both saw Zhang Yang's magic, but Qiao Pengju had never seen it. He had the opportunity to see Zhang Yang beating people. He had never seen this guy treating illness and saving people. Qiao Pengju said: "Zhang Yang, my grandfather is wearing a mask. How can you conclude that he has facial paralysis?"

Zhang Yang said: "Old Qiao is a bit strange. It is reasonable to wear it outside, but when I came to the room, I haven't taken it off for so long. Just now, Secretary Qiao said he wanted to treat Mr. Qiao and guessed that it was easy to have illness on his face. I carefully observed that Mr. Qiao's eyebrows were different in height and the wrinkles on his forehead were also different in depth. So I plucked up the courage to guess, which could be considered as a mistake by mistake."

Mr. Qiao said: "You're right, I did have facial paralysis!" He took off his mask and asked Zhang Yang to take a look. Mr. Qiao was very sick and had severe symptoms. He couldn't close his right eye, his nasolabial fold on his ipsilateral side became shallow, his mouth became crooked, and his breath leaked, and he would leak when eating. He had already gone to the hospital for treatment. The treatment in the hospital was nothing more than hormones and antiviral treatment, and then acupuncture for auxiliary treatment. Because it involved acupuncture, Qiao Zhenliang naturally thought of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang looked at Old Qiao's face carefully, then cheered him up again, and smiled and said, "The situation is not serious, it can be cured!"

Qiao Zhenliang said: "How long will it take?"

Zhang Yang answered simply: "It's just a minor problem, just one injection is enough!"

He could cure Mr. Qiao's facial paralysis, and everyone present believed that it was a big exaggeration to cure Mr. Qiao, but it was too much of a sysfunction.

Mr. Qiao has never seen a famous doctor, but no one dares to say so much. Looking at Zhang Yang with confidence, Mr. Qiao was half-believing and half-doubted. Is this kid really that magical?

Qiao Zhenliang's wife Meng Chuanmei said: "The doctor said facial paralysis is caused by viral infection of nerves. Can you get rid of the virus with one injection?" Although she has seen Zhang Yang's magical medical skills, she has never heard of it.

Zhang Yang said: "Viral infection and bacterial infection are the most common excuses in the medical field. I don't understand any pathology and have never learned any pharmacology. But I said that if it can be cured, it will definitely be cured."

Old Qiao said: "Okay, I can't even close my eyes when I sleep now. I'm really upset. Since you can cure me with one injection, please help me with it!"

Zhang Yang said: "It came suddenly, and they didn't tell me to bring the needle!"

Qiao Pengju said, "That's not easy, I'll buy it now!"

Zhang Yang said: "Okay, I'll prescribe you a prescription. You can buy some Chinese medicine by the way, saying it's a shot, but after the shot is a shot, some medicines are still needed to consolidate it."

Qiao Zhenliang asked his daughter to go to the study to get the pen and ink. Zhang Yang twisted the brush and wrote the prescription on it. Qiao Zhenliang was amazed by his beautiful small calligraphy. Qiao Zhenliang said to his son: "I have this prescription taken away and I will collect it in the future."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Secretary Qiao, don't be so exaggerated. If you like it, I'll write another one for you in the future."

Old Qiao was also looking at the prescription. Zhang Yang's handwriting was indeed the power of the phoenix floating in the back of the paper. At this age, it is rare for those who can have this calligraphy skills. Old Qiao also began to understand why his son admired this young man so much.

When Qiao Pengju took the prescription to get the medicine, Zhang Yang asked Mr. Qiao to rest and relax, while he followed Qiao Mengyuan and Shiwei sisters around the villa and browsed the beautiful scenery here.

Qiao Mengyuan explained: "Zhang Yang, I really don't know about grandpa's facial paralysis. My dad asked us to invite you over, but he just didn't say this. I think he was probably afraid that we would worry."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Fortunately it's not a serious illness, otherwise I would be very embarrassed this time."

Shi Wei said: "Are you really sure?"
Chapter completed!