The further we went into Zhangjiapo, the more locust corpses appeared on the ground.
The new pesticide is harmless to humans, but highly toxic to locusts.
Zhang Fan received a warm welcome as soon as he arrived in the village.
"Zhang Fan, thank you for your friend, otherwise my rice and vegetables would have been gone."
"He truly is a lucky star for our village."
Everyone handed baskets filled with vegetables or eggs to Zhang Fan and Ji Zhi.
Although it's not particularly valuable, it represents everyone's good intentions.
A small gift carries great meaning.
Before long, Zhang Fan was covered from head to toe in vegetables, fruits, and eggs, looking quite heavy.
Li Chunyan couldn't stop smiling.
There was too much food, and they couldn't finish it all. Plus, they were in a good mood today, so Li Chunyan suggested that everyone eat together from a large pot.
They got right to work: the women cooked, and the men chopped wood and moved tables and chairs, dividing the tasks among themselves.
Like the villagers of Zhangjiapo, the villagers of Dingjia Village were very happy.
Compared to these two villages, Baijia Village was in a much worse situation; their crops were completely eaten, and they had nothing left.
The sky has fallen.
Endless regret lingered in their hearts; they deeply regretted their past actions.
I should have listened to Zhang Youde's advice.
They were being petty and thought Zhang Youde was swindling them out of their money or retaliating against them.
However, there's no going back.
The next morning, Zhang Fan took Ji Zhi's car to get Wei Lai medical treatment.
Wei's mother had been waiting outside the ward, looking even weaker than she had been a few days ago. A man was standing beside her. When she saw Zhang Fan, she instantly perked up and walked toward him, saying respectfully, "Dr. Zhang."
The family heirloom was supposed to be given away yesterday, but a small accident happened along the way. The driver who was transporting the heirloom suddenly fell ill, so someone else was sent to deliver it today.
Zhang Fan had a good impression of Wei's mother and didn't dwell on it too much.
Zhang Fan nodded slightly and greeted her, "Madam Wei."
Mother Wei said to the man beside her, "Yang Ze, this is Dr. Zhang, the doctor who treated my son."
Zhang Fan looked up at the man, who looked nothing like Wei Lai. His face was expressionless, his gaze was cold, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
Wei Yangze's voice was icy: "You are Zhang Fan."
Faced with the powerful aura, Zhang Fan showed no fear and calmly replied, "I am."
Wei Yangze was momentarily stunned by Zhang Fan's calm demeanor. Zhang Fan was still young, but he showed no fear in the face of Wei Yangze's powerful aura. If he had been born into a wealthy family, he would have been the first choice to inherit the family business. Unfortunately, he was just a conman from the countryside.
Wei Yangze's gaze suddenly turned cold: "I don't know your medical skills. Do you dare to have a match?"
Wei's mother, Leng Juan, instantly changed her expression and said incredulously, "Your son was seriously injured, and you told us to give up. Now that we've finally met a miracle doctor, you doubt his medical skills. Do you not want your son to live?"
"Wei Qing got into a car accident just to give away the family heirloom, and the old lady is very angry." Wei Zeyang's voice was cold and sharp. "If the miracle doctor is really capable, he is not afraid to compete with others. If the miracle doctor wins, I am willing to pay more for medical expenses. If the miracle doctor loses the competition, it proves that he is a fraud, and I will call the police directly."
Leng Juan looked heartbroken and loudly questioned, "Is it the old lady who's worried, or you?"
Wei Yangze rubbed his tight temples: "I'm his uncle, it's only right that I care about him."
Leng Juan gave a cold laugh, her eyes filled with resentment, her lips pressed into a thin line.
Zhang Fan raised an eyebrow, brimming with confidence: "How do we compete?"
Wei Yangze: "Someone will come and compete with you in a bit."
Not long after, an old man with snow-white hair, wearing a dark gray Tang suit and with a refined demeanor walked over, followed by Luo Chang and Sheng Jian'an.
The old man's age was hard to guess; his face was ruddy and he was full of energy. He first greeted Wei Yangze, and then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to Zhang Fan: "My name is Cen Zhi, from a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners. I have heard that you, young friend, have superb medical skills, and I would like to make friends with you through medicine."
Zhang Fan returned the greeting: "Sir, no one in this world understands traditional Chinese medicine better than me."
He wasn't exaggerating; the medical text recorded in the "Wuji Jing" in his mind was the most complete, and many of its prescriptions and methods had been lost due to numerous wars and other reasons.
Luo Chang had been watching Zhang Fan, and upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, he grinned from ear to ear: "Old Cen, isn't this just like you when you were young?"
Cen Zhi smiled elegantly: "I like your youthful arrogance; you do have some of my younger self in you."
Sheng Yangze scoffed coldly: "Arrogant!"
What's wrong with Master and Doctor Cen? The other party is so arrogant, shouldn't they have talked back? Why are they praising them instead?
He whispered a reminder: "Teacher, Mr. Wei is still here."
Wei's mother is naive and easily deceived, while Wei Zeyang, having fought in the business world for many years, is not easily fooled.
Luo Chang and Cen Zhi ignored him. Sheng Yangze's expression changed: "Dr. Cen, you are a ninth-generation inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine, a leading figure in Chinese medicine in China, and you have saved no less than a thousand emergency patients. The president even chartered a plane to come and treat you. How could he possibly compare to you? You don't need to give him face."
Luo Chang snapped, "Xiao Sheng, keep quiet!"
Sheng Jian'an was reprimanded in front of so many people. His face turned red, and he glared at Zhang Fan with resentment. It was all because of Zhang Fan that he had lost face.
He was Luo Chang's favorite student. Ever since he met Zhang Fan, Luo Chang was like a man possessed, calling Cen Zhi to praise Zhang Fan whenever he had free time.
Upon hearing this, Cen Zhi immediately traveled from Kyoto to Jiangcheng without hesitation.
Wei Yangze also arrived, and Sheng Jian'an then told Wei Yangze about his suspicion that Zhang Fan had used hormone drugs.
Wei Yangze originally wanted to give up on Wei Lai, not wanting his son to suffer. Now that he knew Zhang Fan had used hormone drugs to deceive people, he was even more furious and vowed to lock Zhang Fan up in jail.
Cen Zhidao said, "Young friend, since we're comparing medical skills, I think we should compare saving lives."
Zhang Fan: "Okay."
Wei Yangze said softly, "Wei Qing is still unconscious. Let's have a contest to see who has the ability to wake him up."
Cen Zhi: "Okay."
Zhang Fan: "No problem."
The two quickly walked to the other side of the ward, where a man covered in blood was lying with various tubes inserted into his body.
Cen Zhi took Wei Qing's pulse and then explained his solution: "Acupuncture as the main treatment, with moxibustion as a supplement. He should be able to wake up in about a week."
Zhang Fan: "I can wake him up immediately."
Cen Zhi was taken aback, then asked expectantly, "You mean, the Nine Life-Saving Needles?"
Zhang Fan nodded: "That's right."
Cen Zhi: "Young friend, please show us quickly."
Zhang Fan had long realized that the other party had no intention of competing, but was only interested in his medical books.
Zhang Fan took out a silver needle pouch from his pocket, opened it, and with a gentle shake, nine silver needles gleaming with metallic luster appeared in his palm.
Then Zhang Fan used the elasticity of his fingers to insert silver needles into nine major acupoints, forming one acupuncture technique. He then immediately changed the technique to stimulate other acupoints.
After changing ten acupoints, Wei Qing's fingers curled slightly and his eyelashes trembled slightly in the ward.
Then, amidst the expectant gazes of the crowd, a pair of bewildered eyes slowly opened.
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