That night, Chu Mo and Ouyang Gang stayed at the Yang family's villa.
Using the excuse that the old man was hospitalized, they refused the Yang family's offer of a lavish banquet and simply ate a home-cooked meal.
After the meal, Zhu Jianjun originally wanted to stay and witness tomorrow's miracle.
However, as the Party Secretary of Guangdong Province, he had no choice but to leave that very night due to an urgent matter.
Before leaving, she made a point of exchanging contact information with Chu Mo.
Liu Changsheng, however, hadn't left yet; he was staying at the military region's guesthouse.
The next morning at seven o'clock.
Chu Mo was awakened by the faint shouts. After he finished washing up, he followed the sound to the back garden.
A burly young figure was seen practicing his boxing in the courtyard.
It was Yang Zhengming, the eldest son of the Yang family.
His punches are characterized by strict technique, ferocity, and domineering power, with movements as swift as lightning.
Chu Mo was slightly curious, not expecting that this young master Yang was also a martial arts expert.
He didn't know much about martial arts before, but he couldn't help but sit in the pavilion and watch with great interest.
Yang Zhengming also saw him. After finishing his set of punches, he walked up to him expressionlessly and asked calmly:
"What, you know about ancient martial arts too?"
"don't know!"
Chu Mo got up, stretched, and shook his head casually.
Seeing his expression, Yang Zhengming felt a little annoyed and couldn't help but snort coldly.
"This is called Bajiquan, one of the few ancient internal martial arts styles that have been passed down to posterity. When you master it to a high level, breaking stone tablets and shattering rocks is no problem."
"oh."
Chu Mo nodded seriously.
Yang Zhengming, who was expecting his astonishment and admiration, suddenly felt as if he had punched cotton.
"No...you don't believe me?"
Yang Zhengming was a little anxious, and also felt annoyed at being suspected.
"I believe you." Chu Mo looked at him strangely: "Did I say I doubted you?"
"But what's with that expression? Aren't you surprised at all?"
Yang Zhengming was getting a little frustrated, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside him.
He was clearly at a disadvantage in yesterday's match, which is why he deliberately came to his courtyard to practice his boxing, wanting to show his opponent how powerful he was.
That way, even if they eventually acknowledge him as their leader, they won't feel so ashamed.
But the other party's calm expression seemed to be telling him that what he was doing was child's play and not worth mentioning.
The key issue is that the other party didn't say anything, leaving him with no outlet for his frustration.
You can't exactly drag the other person into a fight to prove how good you are, can you?
"Nothing's surprising. Let's go, we need to go to the hospital after breakfast."
Chu Mo chuckled, leaving Yang Zhengming looking dejected, and turned to leave.
Nothing to be surprised about? This is internal martial arts! Do you even know what internal martial arts are?
Yang Zhengming was screaming inwardly, feeling as if an elephant was being looked down upon by an ant.
But Chu Mo had already gone far away.
On the way to the hospital, Yang Zhengming, who was driving, had a dark expression the whole time, which made Yang Ruobing, who was in the passenger seat, very curious.
"Brother, what's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
"No, it's nothing!"
Yang Zhengming forced a smile, then glared fiercely at Chu Mo through the rearview mirror.
Unfortunately, the latter was resting with his eyes closed and didn't even glance at him.
When they arrived at the hospital, the others were also there.
"Young friend Chu, is the old commander really able to get out of bed and walk today?"
Upon meeting him, Liu Changsheng couldn't help but ask eagerly.
Although I witnessed the magic of medicinal wine yesterday.
However, it is still somewhat unbelievable that the old leader could return to normal today.
"Commander Liu, we'll find out the results today. There's no point in me saying anything more."
Chu Mo understood their eagerness, but he didn't explain further.
Facts speak louder than words.
Yang Jian and the others, who had originally intended to ask, quickly swallowed their words.
Indeed, we just need to wait patiently.
Even if I can't recover today, it's enough as long as my health improves.
As for getting out of bed and walking?
Even if we can reach that standard in a month, it would be an amazing surprise.
But just as they reached the door of the ward...
They saw an elderly woman and a young woman, leading a group of doctors and nurses, carefully following behind Grandpa Yang.
Jiang Shaokun, whose face was still filled with shock and bewilderment, was also among them.
Judging from his expression, he was clearly in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to show it.
At this moment, although the old man was walking a little slowly, his steps were very steady.
"Grandpa, you can really walk now?"
The Yang siblings, their faces beaming with joy, jogged forward.
The reason I didn't dare to run too fast was because I was worried that I wouldn't be able to stop and would hit the old man.
As for Liu Changsheng, Yang Jian, and the others, they were already staring at each other in disbelief.
The medicinal wine I drank yesterday woke me up instantly, and I can walk right now today?
This is simply a magic pill!
At this moment, no one thinks that the price of 100 million for the medicinal wine is a little too expensive.
Even Yang Ruobing, who inwardly cursed Chu Mo for being heartless, felt this for the first time.
This medicinal wine... seems like a pretty good deal.
After regaining their senses, Liu Changsheng and the others hurriedly went to meet them.
"Old commander, how are you feeling?"
"Dad, you should rest more. What if you fall and hurt yourself..."
After his initial shock, Yang Jian stepped forward with a helpless expression, wanting to reach out and support the old man.
But the old man gently waved his hand to stop him, his aged face full of domineering power.
"You don't need to worry about me. I'm all better now and can walk on my own."
"Xiao Jian, let your dad go by himself. This stubborn old man, we've been trying to persuade him for ages, but he just won't listen."
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