Chapter 114

Zhang Ye listened to his words, but he felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't know whether he should really give middle-aged people some warm mutton.

But all of a sudden, he had a flash in his mind and said, "guest, I don't know if I can feel your pulse."

"Oh? Do you know the art of medicine? " The middle-aged man was surprised to see Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye nodded and said, "I used to follow an old Chinese medicine doctor in the countryside. I'm also familiar with medical theory and can see simple diseases."

"Well, since I'm willing to see it, I'll see it. Anyway, my life will be like this." The middle-aged man was smiling, but he didn't feel what Zhang Ye could do.

His cancer has reached the most advanced stage. It can be said that he is terminally ill. No matter how many stones and treatments are used, they will not work at all.

With a smile, Zhang Ye sat down opposite the middle-aged man, stretched out his right hand and gently put his fingertips on the pulse gate of the guest's wrist.

The pulse of middle-aged people has been obviously weak, and the feeble pulse has conveyed a lot of information to Zhang Ye.

He frowned and cut for ten minutes. Then he asked the middle-aged man to open his mouth and look at his tongue. Finally, he asked him some questions about doctors.

Finally, Zhang Yili sighed: "guest, I don't know what to say or not."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and immediately he seemed to understand something and began to smile: "let's talk about it, little brother. There's nothing I can't hear about my body now. It's just that I can live for a few weeks."

Although Zhang Ye is not a doctor, he can also feel the deep powerlessness that the doctor can't save people's lives.

But he also knows that doctors are only doctors after all. They can cure diseases but they can't kill them. The middle-aged people's bodies are useless. They really have no way back.

"Guest, you can understand it in your heart. If it goes on like this, you'll probably die in two or three months. But if you can trust me, come here every day to eat some fairy soup. As long as you eat in my way, I can't guarantee that your body won't change in at least half a year. "

"Really?" The middle-aged man was almost surprised: "brother, what you said is true? Can I really live another half a year? "

Zhang Ye nodded and said, "but all I can do is this. Half a year later, your time is coming, and immortals are useless."

"Great, brother, you are my life-saving benefactor. Half a year is enough. I, I..." With that, the middle-aged man was about to kneel down for Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye quickly helped him up and sat down again, but didn't let him kneel down: "guest, don't do this. If you have any difficulty, you can tell me. Maybe I can help you

The middle-aged man sighed and opened his voice.

It turns out that his name is Wei Dahai. He is not a native of Nanjiang City, but from Qingyang County below. He and Zhang Ye are still fellow villagers.

A few years ago, he had problems with his health. At first, he didn't feel well. But later, he became more and more uncomfortable. He went to Qingyang County Hospital for examination. As a result, the doctor told him that he had liver cancer, which was the most advanced and incurable one.

This news is undoubtedly thunderous news for him, a rural man. He is the only laborer in his family. If he falls ill, his whole family will be ruined.

His wife originally advised him to come to the city hospital for treatment, but the money was not less, but his condition became more and more serious, and finally almost emptied his family.

Just a few days ago, he finally divorced his wife with a tough attitude and left the only house left in his hometown in the countryside to his wife and son. He even secretly bought a high amount of insurance for his wife.

But this insurance must wait for a period of time before it can take effect. He must work hard to pass that period of time before he can leave a lot of money to his wife and son.

Although he is suspected of fraud, what can he do in such a situation.

Because of this, he was so excited when he heard that Zhang Ye could guarantee that he would not die for half a year.

As long as he does not die for half a year, his insurance will come into effect, and even if he does die at that time, at least his wife and son can get a considerable amount of insurance money.

"Brother, this is what happened. Can you really keep me alive for half a year?" Middle aged people even look forward to it.

Zhang Ye looked at his eyes, the heart inexplicably have an impulse, nodded: "I will go all out."

Back in the kitchen, Zhang Ye's heart can't be calm for a long time.

He was moved by what Wei Dahai had done. He was just a rural man with little culture, but he had a heart of gold.

Compared with those people who are insensitive and even live a dirty life every day, this rural man is noble like a saint.

Even if I compete with Yama, I have to help him live for half a year.

Zhang Ye clenched his fist and made up his mind.

However, even so, he was very clear that if Wei Dahai was given the existing immortal soup immediately, his body would definitely cause the phenomenon of deficiency.Not only will it not help him to live longer, it will even shorten his life.

He frowned and thought about it. He carefully recalled the recipes handed down by Lord liantian. These were the recipes that he had to control until the day after tomorrow.

If he really wants to make the delicious food in the chapter of medicinal diet, he certainly does not have that ability now, but with the immortal soup as the support, it is OK for him to make a warm and healthy thick soup.

In his mind, Zhang Ye made sure that there was no mistake. Then he took out two herbs which had not been put into Shenxian Decoction before.

He used internal Qi to stimulate the medicinal properties of this herb thoroughly. He took a soup pot and filled some immortal soup. He put the herb in and boiled it for about 15 minutes.

Turn off the fire.

Looking at the steaming Shenxian soup, Zhang Ye had a smile on his face.

Compared with the previous Shenxian soup, the present base material is more mild, and the medicine volatilizes more slowly in the human body, which is better for people who need to rest.

And just when Zhang Ye began to work for the customers in the store, two people in a ten million class mansion in Nanjiang city were saying something with a worried face.

"Mr. Tang, look at Mingwei's illness..." The speaker was a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and a medium height. He was full of the dignity of being in the upper position for a long time.

He is Huo Mingwei's father, Huo Anguo, the strongest former leader of Huo's investment group.

But now he is sad face, a face full of tired anxious look, where there is in Huoshi group in charge of Jiangshan high spirited.

And sitting opposite him is Tang Lao, who had a meeting with Zhang Ye. At this time, the old man was frowning and sighed for a long time:

"sorry, brother Huo, Mingwei's illness is very strange. I tried every means to find out what happened."