Rebirth 1983: The counterattack started from hunting in the mountains

The tea art master is not so easy to invite, and he immediately refused Zhang Yaoyang's request to go back to Zhaojia Village with him.

But Zhang Yaoyang was not discouraged.

He knew why the other party was like this, it was simply because he was worried about his sick son.

That was his only bloodline, but it was suffering from an unknown serious illness and could not be cured after visiting many hospitals.

He consulted many folk doctors for his hemiplegia and hired many rural doctors, but in the end, the man was still paralyzed in bed and could not leave the house for a moment.

Under such conditions, how could the tea art master leave his son behind and go to such a remote mountain village?

"Master, to be honest, in addition to wanting to open a tea factory, I have also studied medicine under a famous teacher."

"I came here this time and learned that your son is seriously ill. I think I should be able to help with this. Would you be willing to let me give it a try?"

"Don't worry. If it doesn't work after trying, I don't have the money to ask you to help me again."

After hearing Zhang Yaoyang's frank words, the man stopped arguing and nodded in agreement.

The tea art master was named Zhou Lu, a man of some elegance and refinement, who had attended a private school in the old days, so his family was fairly well-off.

After experiencing these historical changes, the family still has many antiques and paintings, and even an old maid at home to take care of their food, clothing, housing and transportation. With such economic conditions, it can be said that this family is one of the most wealthy in Hong Kong and Shenzhen.

The paralyzed patient was a young man in his early 20s. He was the tea master's late-born son, so he doted on him.

And it was this doting that ruined this young man.

At the beginning, he was in very good health, but later he became addicted to some bad habits, kept his day and night reversed, and frequented bad places.

In addition, he was a bit spoiled, which naturally brought him into great trouble. He was poisoned and had his legs broken.

With current medical technology, the broken bones of this leg can be reconnected and paralysis will not occur.

It was those poisons that made him pay a heavy price.

The man was very cruel. He mixed several poisons together and poured them directly into the man's body.

Not only was he unable to stand up due to the poison, he also became a little stupid.

It can be said that the only reason he has been able to live here for the past three years is because he has a good father and his family is relatively wealthy.

If he had come from an ordinary family, a prodigal like him would have died long ago.

Zhou Rong never gave up hope and sought medical treatment everywhere, trying to restore his son's health.

Now, after hearing that Zhang Yaoyang can cure the disease, he just wants to give it a try. As a father, he doesn't want to miss any possibility.

Zhang Yaoyang followed Zhou Rong into the inner room and saw the haggard young man lying on the bed. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

There is no system to scan, so this time, we have to rely on our real skills.

If it really doesn't work, he doesn't mind bringing the old doctor back from Toronto.

He first carefully felt the young man's pulse, frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about some difficult disease.

After a while, he checked the young man's tongue, eyes and other parts, and gradually had an idea in his mind.

"Master Zhou, your son's illness is tricky, but it is not incurable. It's just that the treatment involves detoxification, and the process may be relatively long, so your full cooperation is required." Zhang Yaoyang said calmly.

When Zhou Yu heard this, hope ignited in his eyes, and he quickly said, "As long as my son can be cured, I will fully cooperate. Mr. Zhang, just say whatever you want."

Zhang Yaoyang nodded slightly and began to describe his treatment plan: "First, we need to use a few precious herbs to make a broth, and let your son take it every day to strengthen his body. I will make a list of these herbs, and you can send someone to buy them."

Originally, there was no need to go through so much trouble, but unfortunately, many of the precious herbs that Zhang Yaoyang had obtained this year were all stored in the system, so there was nothing he could do at this time.

After a moment's silence, he continued.

"Secondly, I will use a unique set of massage techniques to clear your meridians on a regular basis every day, promote the circulation of qi and blood, and expel toxins. But during this process, your son may feel a little pain, and you will need to comfort him."

Zhou Lu wrote them down one by one and immediately told the old maid at home to prepare the relevant matters.

In the following days, Zhang Yaoyang lived in Zhou Rong's home and provided careful treatment to the young man every day.

As time went by, the young man's face gradually became a little rosy, and his body began to show some subtle reactions, no longer as lifeless as before.

Moreover, probably the biggest change is that it has the ability to recognize people and is no longer the stupid guy it used to be.

This made Zhou Rong very happy, and he respected Zhang Yaoyang even more. Zhang Yaoyang also knew that this was only the beginning of the treatment, and there were more challenges waiting for him. He must go all out, not only to help the father and son, but also to successfully invite the tea art master back to Zhaojia Village and start the blueprint of the tea factory in his mind.

As the days passed, the young man's physical condition continued to improve. He began to be able to stand for a short time with the help of others. This small improvement was like great news to Zhou Yu.

In between treatments, Zhang Yaoyang would discuss tea art with Zhou Rong. Seeing that he had a strong interest in tea art and had unique insights, Zhou Rong could not help but appreciate him even more. The two often sat in the courtyard, tasting tea while exchanging ideas about tea varieties, picking techniques, brewing techniques, etc. Zhang Yaoyang humbly asked for advice, and Zhou Rong did not hide his knowledge and shared his experience over the years with him.

"Mr. Zhang, your understanding of tea art is truly amazing. If you can apply this thought to the operation of the tea factory, you will achieve great things in the future." Zhou Yu exclaimed.

"I would like to thank you for your teachings, and I will live up to your expectations. But my son's road to recovery still needs persistence, and I will continue to work hard." Zhang Yaoyang responded respectfully.

As the young man gradually regained his mobility and his mind became more sound, he was full of gratitude to Zhang Yaoyang and often followed Zhang Yaoyang around, watching him treat him and listening to him talk about the outside world.

"Brother Zhang, when I'm fully recovered, I want to go to Zhaojia Village with you to see the place you mentioned." There was a gleam of anticipation in the young man's eyes.

Zhang Yaoyang smiled and nodded: "Okay, when you recover, we will go together. There are beautiful fruit trees and many beautiful scenery there."

Zhou Yu watched his son's changes from the side, feeling deeply moved. He knew that if it weren't for Zhang Yaoyang's appearance, his son would probably have spent his whole life on a sickbed. But now, not only did his son have hope, but he also seemed to have found a new direction in life.