Chapter 339 A Good Old Man
Just as he was muttering to himself and feeling worried, the door opened, the driver hurried over, and Zhang Jingrong stood up and followed.
He knew that his disciple had finished talking with Mr. Huang.
The door opened and Bai Yangfan walked out. Huang Bairen personally saw him to the door and greeted him politely and said goodbye.
"Mr. Zhang! Thank you for introducing your disciple to me. Thank you so much!"
Zhang Jingrong felt a little confused when someone held his hand and thanked him. This old man Huang always had a smiling face but actually looked like he didn't want to pay any attention to anyone. Why was he so enthusiastic towards him now?
Could it be possible that his disciple could cure the poison in him?
Of course, otherwise he wouldn't have to try to please me so much.
That’s right, what he saw was really just flattery. Mr. Huang had a flattering expression on his face.
This is incredible. His apprentice actually figured out what kind of poison this is? And can he even cure it? I'll have to ask him about it when I get back.
The driver took Zhang Jingrong home. Bai Yangfan got out of the car and asked the driver to go back.
As soon as the others left, Zhang Jingrong couldn't wait to ask, "Yang Fan! What kind of poison was Mr. Huang poisoned with?"
Bai Yangfan didn't answer immediately, but instead asked him, "Master! Did you bring me there on purpose?"
Zhang Jingrong's little trick was seen through by his apprentice. He said with an embarrassed look: "Yes, I just wanted to let you experience the poison. I didn't expect you to know how to do it. It really surprised me, Master."
"Can you tell me, Master? What kind of poison is that?" To be honest, Master's ancestors were quite skilled in Traditional Chinese Medicine, but they didn't know much about poisons. Master knew it was poison, but he didn't know what it was or how potent it was. "Disciple! If you know, tell me."
Looking at the old man's eyes full of curiosity, Bai Yangfan smiled slightly, his tone was kind and gentle, completely devoid of his usual coldness.
"The poison that Old Master Huang was poisoned with is called Heavenly Girl Scattering Flowers, and it's an extremely vicious poison. It's said that this poison has been lost. I wonder who was so wicked as to create it."
"Extremely vicious? How vicious?" Zhang Jingrong's expression was extremely shocked. He didn't expect that his apprentice, at such a young age, was quite knowledgeable about poisons.
His life was perfect. He was so old and yet he had such a brilliant little disciple. She didn't need any guidance from him at all, but he was the one who received guidance from her in every aspect.
Logically speaking, she was more than qualified to be his master, but she chose to take him as her master, and he made a fortune.
Hahaha! His luck had turned. God saw that his eldest disciple did not have a good end, so he sent a young disciple to comfort him in his life.
That’s enough.
"There are three things about this poison that make it so insidious. The first is its long incubation period. Once someone is poisoned, the effects won't show up immediately; there's a half-month incubation period.
The second is that the poison lasts a long time. It starts from the head and breaks out every seven days, with the red spots growing and the pain getting worse. When the red spots grow to the toes, the poison process is considered complete.
The third is its extreme ferocity. After the poison has taken effect, ulcers will begin to form, rotting from head to toe, inch by inch until death. The resulting red spots resemble plum blossoms, hence the name "Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers."
Hearing this, Zhang Jingrong felt creepy and couldn't help but tremble, almost falling off the chair.
Even though the temperature outside was as low as minus eight or nine degrees Celsius, beads of sweat still oozed from his forehead.
Cold sweat.
He raised his sleeve and wiped it roughly without caring about his image, feeling scared.
"Oh my god! This is so scary. This poison is so sinister. I don't know who wanted to kill Mr. Huang and came up with such a cruel method to torture him."
Bai Yangfan spread his hands and shrugged innocently, "I don't know about that. I wanted to know his name just now because I wanted to judge his identity and whether he was worthy of someone pouring their heart and soul into researching this poison for him to enjoy."
Zhang Jingrong became interested again: "Did you find out? What is his identity?"
The old man's eyes flashed with gossip, and Bai Yangfan was embarrassed: "Master! If I tell you, will you tell others?"
"No." Zhang Jingrong shook his head slowly. "It's obvious that Mr. Huang is not an ordinary person. Master will only tell you about his affairs. I won't mention them to anyone else. Don't worry! Master still has some sense of propriety."
"You didn't even mention it to my grandfather Zhu Houde?" Bai Yangfan was afraid that the old man would gossip about Mr. Huang's identity to his old friends if he knew about it.
"No," Zhang Jingrong answered firmly. "Why should I tell him all this? He's a martial artist and doesn't know any medicine. It's pointless to mention it to him."
"Okay, then I'll tell you. Mr. Huang's name is Huang Bairen, and he's the biggest gangster in Southeast Asia." She had heard a little about Huang Bairen in her previous life, and she could tell him quite a bit about him. "When he was young, he was a brave and aggressive man, annexing several regions. Gradually, he gained his own strength and became a leader, a godfather-like figure.
He was poisoned, probably because someone coveted his current position. We don't need to worry about what happened. Let's just find a way to save his life. It's hard to say what will happen in the future."
"What? He's a gang leader? A gang leader who specializes in robbery, bullying, drug trafficking, and arms trafficking? Yang Fan! This kind of person has committed so many evil deeds, we can't save him!"
When Zhang Jingrong heard the word "gangster", the images of the bullies from the 1930s and 1940s immediately emerged in his mind.
He tried his best to stop Bai Yangfan from treating Huang Bairen.
"Master! He's not from our country, and the people he harmed weren't from our country. Why can't we save him?" Bai Yangfan slowly explained to the old man, "We just need to save him and make Huang Bairen owe us a favor. We'll see what happens next!"
Zhang Jingrong: “…” Yes! How could he have forgotten? Mr. Huang is not a Chinese citizen, and the people he harmed were not Chinese citizens.
What the young disciple said is very true. Look at how this kid protects him. Is he trying to use that old man to do something?
Zhang Jingrong looked at his apprentice nervously and asked nervously, "Yang Fan! What do you want to do by establishing a relationship with Mr. Huang?"
Bai Yangfan: “······” The old man is too smart, I’m very distressed, what should I do?
He denied it all, "No, no, I just wanted to try to cure this poison. Master! As doctors, shouldn't we treat patients regardless of their social status? My grandmother always warned me that."
The young disciple's words made Zhang Jingrong fall into deep thought, as if there was such a saying in the ancestral precepts.
It's just that it's been a long time and I've forgotten a bit.
"You're right. When it comes to treating illnesses and saving lives, there really shouldn't be any distinctions between high and low, good and evil, rich and poor. Since you promised to save him, then treat him well! Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. Master is being shortsighted."
The old man's modesty made Bai Yangfan feel that he had made the right choice to become his disciple. Although his master was old and sometimes pedantic, he was flexible and didn't dwell on trivial matters.
He's a good old man.
Bai Yangfan completed the identification.
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