Listening to the conversation between the few people, Su Yang carefully looked at Zhuang Changyun's expression and thought: "Since this old man Zhuang has such a good relationship with my grandfather, I will save his life."
"Although the God of Medicine's cooldown period hasn't expired, there's no need to treat this disease."
——System, check Mr. Zhuang’s information.
【Zhuang Changyun, age: 76】
Height: 172cm
[Weight: 55kg]
【Constitution: 53】
[Combat Power: A-level, 89]
[Occupation: Former Chief of Staff of the Eastern Theater Command Army of China]
——What the hell??!
——So awesome? This background is a bit scary.
——And his fighting power is even higher than mine? What's his background?
But that shouldn't be the case. How could a retired veteran from the military live in such a luxurious villa? Oh, this should be his son's house.
——System, scan Zhuang Mengli’s father again.
[Zhuang Yong, age: 50]
Height: 178cm
[Weight: 70kg]
[Constitution: 80]
[Combat Power: B-level, 75]
[Occupation: Chairman of Shanghai Huaxiu Group, Chairman of Shanghai Qianhe Film Group, etc., ranked seventh on the 2023 China Rich List]
——Damn, are both of these guys so awesome?
——A top boss, a top billionaire, but it is understandable. With a father with such a great background, his achievements are reasonable.
"Eh? If I cure Mr. Zhuang's illness, wouldn't that give me a super backer? Although I have a system, it only pays me. In reality, I don't have a strong background."
——Well, sure, I’ve decided to help him anyway, and since he has such a good relationship with my grandfather, I should do him a favor.
——I never thought that my grandfather had such an awesome friend, and I’ve never heard him talk about him.
Su Yang quickly checked the information of these two people in his mind. At this time, the others stopped talking.
Zhuang Yong turned to look at Zhuang Changyun very sadly. His father had helped him a lot in achieving what he has today, although he himself had also paid a lot.
While everyone was silent, Su Yang broke the silence and said, "Grandpa Zhuang, I might be able to cure your illness."
His voice was calm, but the words exploded in the air like a bomb.
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the audience was stunned.
"What?!" Before the others could react, Guan Tianya, who was sitting in the back, suddenly stood up and shouted at Su Yang.
"Boy, what did you say?"
"I think I might be able to treat Grandpa Zhuang's illness. I can't say I can cure it, but I think I can help him live a little longer."
Guan Tianya stepped forward with his eyes wide open and asked, "Are you serious, kid?"
"Do you think I would joke about something like this?"
"Su Yang, you...you know medicine?" At this time, Zhuang Mengli looked at Su Yang urgently as if she had seen a life-saving straw and asked.
Su Yang nodded and smiled: "I understand a little bit."
"...Xiao Su, although you are the grandson of my father's good friend, are you sure you were not joking when you said that just now?"
Although Zhuang Yong was surprised when he heard Su Yang's words, he quickly regained his senses.
Even the great doctor Guan Tianya was unable to treat this disease. How could a young man in his twenties dare to say such words?
If he hadn't considered that his father was lying next to him, he would have wanted to kick this kid out.
Su Yang tilted his head and looked at Zhuang Yong with a faint smile: "I am responsible for what I said."
When Zhuang Yong saw Su Yang's calm expression, he suddenly felt a little nervous.
Although he still didn't believe that a young boy could have such ability, since the other party dared to say this in the current situation, his old father might really have some hope.
"Okay, in that case, please help my father take a look, Brother Su."
Su Yang smiled faintly, turned to look at Zhuang Changyun and said, "Grandpa Zhuang, can I take your pulse?"
Although Zhuang Changyun didn't believe it either, he didn't care anymore. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, whatever you want."
"Okay." Su Yang said, and under everyone's puzzled gaze, he stretched out a few fingers and pressed on the pulse of Zhuang Changyun's right hand.
Although these people thought it was a bit outrageous, seeing Su Yang's serious expression, they did not interrupt him for the time being.
The room instantly became quiet.
While taking his pulse, Su Yang thought to himself, "This old man has a lot of illnesses, and he's about to go bankrupt. Damn it, if the God of Medicine wasn't still on cooldown, I could have made him do somersaults in an instant with just one bite."
——System, if I use a card to add points to Mr. Zhuang’s physique, can it make him live a few more hours?
【Can】
——That’s fine. As long as he can live a few more hours, I will have time to boil some Chinese medicine to keep him alive.
——His illness is actually not a particularly serious terminal illness. It can be cured by taking a few more courses of medicine.
[That's right, but this medicine is only effective if it's brewed under the power of the God of Medicine.]
——I know this. It’s actually the same as the God of Cooking. It’s equivalent to adding a buff.
——Then I have to give him a card with extra points first, otherwise he will probably ascend to heaven by the time the medicine is ready.
[Host, are you sure you want to use a card that adds points to Zhuang Changyun's physique?]
--confirm.
Su Yang replied in his mind.
[Ding, bonus card has been used, two remaining, Zhuang Changyun's physique: 54]
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