It all starts with killing the vicious dog

Chapter 123
Before four o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Shanhe ended the live broadcast.

From the storage ring, take out eighty treated white vicious dogs and put them into the compartment of the van.

A treated white vicious dog weighs more than 100 kilograms, and the van can only hold five tons.

As a public figure, the influence of overload is not good.

There are thousands of kinds of people, and it is inevitable that some people will make trouble for him.

"Give your wife a little surprise?"

As soon as he thought about it, Zhao Shanhe unleashed his consciousness and got a piece of top-grade jade from thousands of kilometers away.

"Glass, yellow, red and green, get two bracelets for my wife."

Using divine consciousness, a bracelet depicting a phoenix took shape in an instant.

Jadeite is hard but fragile, and Zhao Shanhe strengthened it again with treasure refining technique.

Unleashing his consciousness again, he got a piece of small-leaf red sandalwood from thousands of kilometers away.

Consciousness is like a knife, and a beautifully shaped box is completed in an instant.

"Last time it was a rose, this time it was a bracelet, and next time I will send you clothes."

Driving the Mad Bull van, Zhao Shanhe went straight to the county town.

When he came to Wanghai Building and asked the chef to unload the goods, he took the bracelet and walked into the office on the third floor.

"It's almost 04:30." Wang Yuqing looked at the computer.

"Do you like it?" Zhao Shanhe handed over the box.

"Glass?" Wang Yuqing took out the bracelet inside the box.

"Pure natural three-color jadeite." Zhao Shanhe said.

"It seems to be true." After careful inspection, Wang Yuqing nodded, feeling very pleasantly surprised.

"I'll put it on for you." Zhao Shanhe took the bracelet and put it on her wrist.

"Where did you buy it?" Wang Yuqing asked.

"I did it myself." Zhao Shanhe said.

"Can you still carve?" Wang Yuqing asked.

"Don't look at whose husband I am?" Zhao Shanhe laughed.

"Narcissist." Wang Yuqing rolled her eyes.

"Going out to play on weekends?" Zhao Shanhe changed the subject.

"Where are you going?" Wang Yuqing asked.

"Yuezhou Prefecture?" Zhao Shanhe tried to ask.

"Alright." Wang Yuqing nodded.

Going to Guangdong Province, the Yunxiao can stop at the home of the father-in-law and mother-in-law.

It is inconvenient to stop the Yunxiao when going to Shanghai and Zhongzhou.

It takes time and effort to drive a car, but it is easy and quick to fly a helicopter.

Back in the village, Zhao Shanhe made two pots of tofu with grouper.

The boneless and boneless grouper meat, with a little peak, is made into tofu, and the two nephews like it very much.

Today, when Zhao Shanhe cooks, he uses less and less seasoning, and he likes the fragrance of the ingredients themselves.

Many food anchors on the Internet cook the same dishes, a piece of hot pot base, a spoonful of bean paste
No matter how good the quality of ingredients is, the fragrance of the ingredients themselves will be covered up by miscellaneous ingredients.

For example, mutton has a smell of mutton. If there are too many spices, it will become spiced meat. How can there be mutton?
The fishy smell of meat mainly comes from blood, and with his current method, it is easy to remove blood from meat.

Why is the Liguo pork imported from abroad not tasty? Can pork that is electrocuted without bloodletting be delicious?

Stewed a pot of orange vicious dog meat, made a fish tofu, and fried two kinds of vegetarian dishes.

The simple two meat and two vegetables were brought to the table by Zhao Shanhe one after another.

Seven o'clock in the evening, Zhongzhou Rende Hospital.

"Li Dashan's family, come with me." Chief physician Liu Di came outside the third ward.

"Mom, you accompany Dad, I'll go." After Li Hu finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the ward.

"Mr. Li, your father's condition is very serious, you have to be mentally prepared." Liu Di said.

"Have you found out the reason?" Li Hu asked.

"It's caused by a virus called Alman." Liu Di took out the test report.

"Can it be cured?" Li Hu asked with a stab in his heart.

"Currently there is no specific drug against Arman virus. People who have this disease can still be shocked with albumin in the early stage. The mortality rate is as high as 90.00% nine." Liu Di said.

"Is there no way at all?" Li Hu felt unwilling.

"Western medicine can't do anything, maybe Chinese medicine can." Liu Di said helplessly.

"Chinese medicine?" Li Hu was stunned.

"A really powerful Chinese medicine doctor may be able to cure your father." Liu Di said.

"Can Zhao Shanhe be cured?" Li Hu suddenly thought of his high school classmates.

"Is that Dr. Zhao?" Liu Di asked.

"Well, he's my classmate." Li Hu nodded.

"Perhaps he has a solution." Liu Di was not sure either. When Zhao Shanhe was treating diseases and saving lives before, the success rate was [-]%, but the other party's cures were all cancer and leukemia, not Arman virus.

Because of Zhao Shanhe, various cancers and leukemias have corresponding Chinese medicine formulas, and they are no longer terminally ill.

Li Hu took out his mobile phone, found a number, and pressed it to dial.

There is only one father and only one life. If there is a chance, Li Hu will stick to it.

Zhao Shanhe, who was exercising, couldn't help but frowned. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was a call from a classmate in the same dormitory. He answered and asked, "Brother Hu, what's the matter?"

"Brother Xiong, can you cure Arman virus?" Li Hu asked.

"Who is sick?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"My dad." Li Hu replied.

"Where are you?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"Rende Hospital in Zhongzhou," Li Hu said.

"I'll be there right away." Zhao Shanhe hung up the phone, said a few words to his wife apologetically, took a shower and changed clothes, took two bottles of wine, two cigarettes and two cans of tea, drove the Yunxiao helicopter, and headed straight for Zhongzhou.

Rescuing an emergency is like putting out a fire. The father of a high school dormitory student is terminally ill. He should not sit idly by.

In less than half an hour, the Yunxiao helicopter arrived at the roof of the inpatient department of Rende Hospital.

Let the helicopter hover, Zhao Shanhe jumped down.

A few minutes later, he walked into Li Dashan's ward.

"Brother Xiong." Li Hu stood up.

"Let me take a look first." Zhao Shanhe nodded, pretending to feel his pulse.

No way, Li Dashan is Li Hu's father, and Li Hu is a classmate with whom he has a good relationship.

It's too casual to take a look and get a few needles.

"Brother Xiong, can it be cured?" Li Hu asked.

"Small problem." Zhao Shanhe gave Li Dashan more than a dozen needles as quickly as the wind.

Whether it is using divine consciousness, immortal power or star power, he can instantly cure Li Dashan's Alman virus.

Zhao Shanhe, who is well-versed in human relations and knowledgeable, occasionally enlightened, knows how to speak and do things.

"Really?" Li Hu was surprised and delighted, and still had some doubts.

"Uncle's illness, according to the classification of traditional Chinese medicine, is a fever, and a few needles will be enough." Zhao Shanhe laughed.

Ten minutes later, the silver needles were removed one by one.

Li Dashan, who was originally weak, suddenly regained his spirit.

Zhao Shanhe took out a pen and paper, wrote a prescription, told Li Hu a few words, and prepared to fly home.

"Miraculous Doctor Zhao." Liu Di approached him politely.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"Master Zhao, there are three more in our hospital." Liu Di said.

"I'm not a doctor, and I don't have a license to practice medicine." Zhao Shanhe bluntly refused.

Every day, people die of old age, sickness, and Zhao Shanhe doesn't want to care about the life and death of irrelevant people.

It's not that he is cold-blooded, but that others are weak and can't control so much.

Zhao Shanhe returned home, turned off his mobile phone and continued to exercise.

After more than two hours of practicing Yin-Yang Divine Art, he felt refreshed both physically and mentally, and he woke up naturally after falling asleep.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Zhao Shanhe, who came back from the county seat, sat under the Enlightenment Tree, sometimes reciting the Tao Te Ching silently, and sometimes comprehending the Mysterious Record of Lei.

After going to the canteen for lunch, Zhao Shanhe drove to a fishing pond with his equipment.

After all, he hadn't fished for several months.

　Thank you Sword Dream Xiaoqiang brother for your reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)