Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

It wasn't long before the aroma of food wafted from the kitchen. The tempting taste made people salivate.

Old Chen looked at the big shot with an unhappy face and complained: "You are such a dishonest boy! You actually have such a good comrade hidden, and you didn't introduce him to me earlier!"

The big shot responded with a smile: "Isn't it because I don't have time? Jianjun and I have only known each other for about two months."

After hearing this, Elder Chen sighed helplessly: "Oh my! It's such a pity that such an outstanding young man couldn't be sent to the army for training!"

When the big shot heard this, his expression immediately became serious: "It would be a real waste if Jianjun went to the army! You know, if a talent like him became an instructor, he could train thousands of super soldiers!"

Old Chen slapped his thigh and suddenly realized, "That's right! Why didn't I think of this? However, the matter mentioned by Jianjun is indeed worthy of our great attention. After we go back, we must carefully select it."

The big shot smiled and nodded in response: "That's right. When we go back, we can find Lao Liu, Lao Deng, Lao Peng and the others to conduct a selection across the entire army and strictly select personnel who meet the requirements in all aspects."

As they were chatting, Zhang Jianjun had already prepared the food: "Lawrence, Qin Jingru, come and serve the food."

Upon hearing this, Lawrence and Qin Jingru immediately got up and went to the kitchen, and soon a table of food was served.

"Boss Chen, please eat quickly! The food will not taste good if it gets cold." Zhang Jianjun said with a smile.

"Okay!" Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen picked up a piece of braised pork and put it into his mouth.

"How is it? Is it delicious?" the big shot asked with a smile.

"Delicious! Delicious! This is the most delicious braised pork I have ever eaten. The lean meat is not dry and the meat is fat but not greasy." Mr. Chen praised it highly.

"Haha! If Mr. Chen likes it, please eat more. There is still a lot in the pot. You can serve more after you finish it." Zhang Jianjun responded with a smile.

"Okay." Old Chen just said one word and started to eat voraciously again.

Half an hour later, all the food on the table was cleared away. The big shot and Old Chen touched their stomachs and burped with satisfaction.

"Good! Good! The food cooked by Comrade Jianjun is so delicious that I ate too much without realizing it. Unfortunately, the doctor said that my health is not good and I am not suitable to eat so much." As Mr. Chen spoke, his mood became a little depressed.

"What's wrong, Old Chen? What's going on with you? Tell me quickly." The big shot asked with some concern.

"It's an old problem! My heart isn't very good, and sometimes I have angina pectoris." Old Chen sighed and explained helplessly.

The big shot slapped his head and said in annoyance: "Oh! Look at my brain, isn't there a miracle doctor right in front of me? Jianjun, please help Lao Chen to see what's going on?"

Elder Chen was pleasantly surprised when he heard this: "Jianjun, you also know medical skills? This really surprises me. Please show me what is wrong with this disease."

Zhang Jianjun smiled when he heard that, reached out and felt Mr. Chen's pulse, then pretended to close his eyes and feel it. In fact, Zhang Jianjun had already discovered that there was a big problem with Mr. Chen's body, and he had already prepared a solution.

After a while, Zhang Jianjun opened his eyes and said with a smile: "You are suffering from angina pectoris and myocardial infarction due to overwork. I will use acupuncture to clear your meridians, and then prescribe a prescription. I will definitely cure you!"

Elder Chen said in disbelief: "Is this true? Can this disease really be cured? After all, I have been to many hospitals and consulted many doctors, but they are helpless."

The big shot comforted him, "Don't worry, Old Chen. Jianjun cured my back pain. If he says it's okay, then it must be okay."

Zhang Jianjun casually wrote a prescription and handed it to the subordinates around the big shot, and said, "Be sure to follow the prescription to get the medicine. Don't buy medicine that is not old enough, otherwise the effect will not be achieved!"

The subordinate took the prescription and immediately left.

Zhang Jianjun took out a silver needle from his pocket and said to Mr. Chen with a smile, "Mr. Chen, please take off your shirt so that I can help you with acupuncture."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Chen took off his shirt without further ado, revealing a body covered in scars, whether knife wounds or gunshot wounds, which were the glory of a soldier.

Zhang Jianjun took out a handful of silver needles from his arms with a solemn look, and quickly and accurately inserted them into the acupuncture points all over Chen Lao's body. In less than five minutes, all 108 acupuncture points on Chen Lao's body were covered with silver needles, densely packed like a hedgehog.

The big shot nearby was shocked upon seeing this, and quickly asked: "Is Mr. Chen's illness very serious? Why does he need so many silver needles?" His tone was full of worry and confusion.

Zhang Jianjun nodded solemnly, agreeing. A trace of worry flashed through his eyes as he said, "Yes, it's very serious. If he doesn't get treatment soon, Mr. Chen can only live for two or three years at most." His voice was deep and firm, as if telling everyone that this fact was unquestionable.

However, the big shot obviously didn't believe this. He frowned, shook his head and said, "Jianjun! Can you speak a little more nicely? Old Chen has always been in good health. How could he only have two or three years left to live?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes, as if he doubted Zhang Jianjun's diagnosis.

Zhang Jianjun felt very aggrieved when he heard this, but at the same time he was also somewhat helpless. After all, this big shot in front of him and Mr. Chen had been friends for many years and had a deep relationship. He knew that the relationship between them was extraordinary, so he chose to remain silent and said nothing more.

At this time, Elder Chen spoke. He said calmly, "Jianjun is right. My health is indeed getting worse. Recently, every night when I go to bed, I always feel like there is a huge rock pressing on my chest. It is difficult to breathe and fall asleep."

Hearing this, the big shot's face showed astonishment: "Old Chen, why didn't you tell me you were sick? Did you go to the hospital? What did the doctor say?"

Elder Chen sighed helplessly, "He died a long time ago! The doctor only told me to stay physically and mentally happy, get more rest, avoid smoking, drinking and eating less greasy and spicy food."

The big shot heard this and said angrily: "My back hurts and the doctor told me to rest more, but where can I find the time to rest! Fortunately, Comrade Zhang Jianjun is here. Thank you so much, Comrade Jianjun. I shouldn't have scolded you just now."