Boss, he really doesn't want rich and powerful families to compete for favor

Shen Wang invited Mr. Chen to have dinner together, seeing Mr. Chen hesitating with a cold face, he smiled and said: "I use all your ingredients, if you don't eat them, wouldn't it be cheaper for us."

Mr. Chen was convinced, and sat up on the main seat without saying hello. When he stretched his chopsticks into the casserole, he caught a piece of fish.

When the fish was stuffed into his mouth, his expression changed, and the speed of picking up vegetables became faster and faster.

Xu Yang couldn't help but said: "Old Chen, our young master Shen's cooking skills are not bad, right?"

Who said not to eat just now, isn’t it a slap in the face now?

Xu Yang felt secretly refreshed.

Old Chen snorted coldly, "That's all."

Xu Yang: "..."

If you eat until the corners of your mouth are dripping with oil, I really believe it.

Knowing that Mr. Chen's grandson was still lying in the room, Shen Wang specially left a portion, and after Mr. Chen finished eating, he handed over the warm food to him.

"This is for Chen Ang."

Old Chen glanced at the food in Shen Wang's hand, and it was rare that he didn't sneer at him.

Five dishes and a pot of rice were eaten up.

After dinner, Xu Yang and Cheng Zhi went to wash the dishes.

Shen Wang boiled the medicine for Fu Shen with the medicinal materials he brought, and then brought it to him to drink after it was ready.

It's all done, it's night.

Shen Wang knocked on the door and walked into Chen Lao's room, "Chen Lao, can you let me see Chen Ang's legs now?"

Mr. Chen was packing up the collected medicinal materials, he raised his drooping eyelids, glanced at Shen Zhu, and led him out without saying a word, to Chen Ang's room.

Chen Ang knew that there were guests at home, but due to physical reasons, he didn't go out. Hearing the movement, he turned his head subconsciously. When he saw Shen Wang behind Chen Lao, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"Ang Ang, I found a doctor to help you look at your legs."

Facing Chen Ang, Mr. Chen's expression changed, and he looked very kind.

Chen Ang's mood instantly became depressed, and he slowly shook his head, "No need, grandpa."

Ever since his leg broke, he had accepted his fate of spending the rest of his life in a wheelchair. Only his grandfather refused to give up and always wanted to cure him.

But how can it be cured well? Obviously the doctor said that the nerves in his legs have been necrotic, and there is no possibility of standing up in this life.

Old Chen was full of guilt, and his expression became lonely.

If it wasn't for him, his son and daughter-in-law wouldn't die, and neither would Ang Ang's legs... All of this was caused by him.

The atmosphere in the room instantly became heavy.

Shen Wang bent his lips, and said slowly, "If you don't try, how will you know it won't be cured?"

Chen Ang didn't speak, he had no hope of curing his leg.

Old Chen nodded, agreeing with Shen Wang, "Yes, Ang Ang, let him try it, there is no loss if it can't be cured, right?"

He didn't believe in Shen Wang before, but after eating the meal made by Shen Wang, he had an inexplicable confidence in him.

What if?What if this man called Shen Wang is really capable and can really cure Ang Ang.

Chen Ang looked at Shen Huang, then at Chen Lao, and finally nodded under Chen Lao's earnest gaze.

Anyway, it's like this, there's nothing to lose if you look at it, so let's take a look, but he knows that this man named Shen Wang will definitely not be able to cure him.

He is so young, and looks pampered, he is not like a doctor at all, maybe he is the same as those people in the past, only coveting grandpa's Gu skills before boasting.

Shen Wang knew that Chen Lao and Chen Ang didn't believe him, but he didn't care. He walked to the bed and asked Chen Ang, "Can I see your legs?"

Chen Ang hummed, and took the initiative to lift the quilt.

Shen Wang sat on the side of the bed, rolled up Chen Ang's trouser legs, and what came into view was a pair of skinny, pale and weak legs like a skeleton.

It has been disabled for more than ten years, even if Mr. Chen massages Chen Ang meticulously every day, there is no way to stop it from shrinking.

Under Shen Lu's gaze, Chen Ang couldn't help clenching his fists, embarrassment flashed between his brows.

He is too unaccustomed to exposing his legs in front of others, which will make him feel inferior and uncomfortable, and he is even more afraid of seeing ridicule and humiliation in the eyes of others.

He couldn't help but wanted to retract his legs, but the legs that had lost strength didn't listen to him at all.

Just when Chen Ang was struggling, Shen Wang had already put his hand on his leg, and pressed his four fingers together on the acupuncture points.

Old Chen stared nervously at Shen Wang's movements, "How is it? Is there a cure?"

Even Chen Ang couldn't help staring at Shen Wang.

Of course they didn't believe in Shen Wang, but they still couldn't help holding a little expectation in their hearts.

Shen Wang withdrew his hand, and carefully helped Chen Ang put down his trousers, covered the quilt, raised his peach blossom eyes, and looked at Mr. Chen.

"If I say it can be cured, is Mr. Chen willing to help my husband get Gu?"

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on Mr. Chen, his excited heart instantly calmed down. He stared at Shen Du with scrutiny, and his tone was harsh and critical.

"You want to deceive me to get Gu first, don't you?"

He knew that this young man had no skills, and it was ridiculous that he believed him.

Angang must be feeling bad now, it's all his fault.

Shen Zhuang's clear peach blossom eyes looked at Mr. Chen, smiling confidently and calmly, "No, I can treat Chen Ang's leg first. But Mr. Chen must promise me that as long as Chen Ang's leg improves, he must help my husband remove it. insanity."

Old Chen said coldly: "As long as Ang Ang's legs are healed, I can take my old man's life."

Although he has sworn not to leave the mountain again, but for the sake of Angang, he is willing to break the vow.

"It's a word."

"It's a word."

When Shen Wang left, Chen Ang couldn't help asking Mr. Chen, "Grandpa, can he really heal my leg?"

Mr. Chen helped him tuck the quilt carefully, "It doesn't matter if he can't cure it, grandpa will help you find another doctor until your leg can be cured."

He heard from his fellow disciples that a master of acupuncture and moxibustion had recently appeared in the imperial capital, and any difficult and miscellaneous diseases would not be a problem in his hands.If it didn't work, he took Ang Ang to the imperial capital, and even if he begged, he asked the master to watch Ang Ang's legs.

After Shen Wang left Chen Ang's room, without any delay, he asked Xu Yang and Cheng Zhi to find a way to get him a batch of traditional Chinese medicine.

They didn't know what was going on with Chen Ang before they came, so they didn't prepare any medicinal materials.

Xu Yang and Cheng Zhi knew that the matter was of great importance, so they called overnight and asked someone to fly the medicine over.

Early the next morning, after all the medicinal materials needed were delivered, Shen Zhu plunged into the kitchen and started to work.

Seeing Shen Zhuang's busy appearance, Old Chen snorted coldly, and threw a pill to him.

"Eat this."

Fu Shen took a look at the jet-black pill, and swallowed it directly without asking a word.

A trace of satisfaction flashed in Chen Lao's eyes, and he returned to the room with his hands behind his back.

He likes such obedient and sensible patients.

In the afternoon, Shen Zhuan finished the medicine and began to apply Chen Ang's legs.

Because Chen Ang's leg was injured for a long time and it was difficult to treat, in order to take effect as soon as possible, he increased the effect of the medicine.

When applying the medicine to Chen Ang, Mr. Chen was watching. Seeing that Shen Wang took a self-made brush and rubbed it on Chen Ang's legs like seasoning, his expression became bad again.

"Are you treating Ang Ang's legs like this?"

It looked like a child's play, and it didn't look like curing a leg at all.

Shen Wang smeared Chen Ang's legs with ointment, wrapped them in gauze, and tied a bowknot on the tail in a wicked way, looking at Old Chen with a smile on his lips.

"Don't worry, Mr. Chen, no matter what method I use, the leg will definitely be cured."

Old Chen looked at Shen Zhu suspiciously.

He felt more and more that he had been lowered, so he believed that the beautiful young man in front of him would heal his legs and take a detoxification pill that he had painstakingly concocted.

If Ang Ang's legs can't be healed by then, he must let them spit out his antidote pills.

The medicine on the legs had to be applied overnight, Shen Wang was tired all day, after dinner, he went back to his room to rest.

Hearing from Fu Shen that Mr. Chen gave him a pill and he took it, he took his pulse and said in a relieved voice, "The pulse is very peaceful, probably to suppress your toxicity."

Fu Shen thought the same way, otherwise he would not have taken the pill without hesitation.

The two lay on the bed, Shen Juan raised his long legs, put them on Fu Shen's waist, covered his mouth and yawned.

"Old Chen looks cold, but his heart is quite good."

While massaging Shen Zhu's arm, Fu Shen hummed lightly, but he didn't think so in his heart.

If it weren't for the absurd claim that Chen Ang's legs could be cured, Mr. Chen would not be so kind. After all, it was all because of arrogance.

After applying the medicine for three days in a row, on the fourth day, Shen Zhu started acupuncture for Chen Ang.

Seeing the silver needle in Shen Zhu's hand, Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face finally changed color.

"Do you know acupuncture?"

Before, he only thought that Shen Wang was a Chinese medicine practitioner who knew how to use medicine, but it turned out he was not.

Shen Wang took out the silver needle from the black cloth covering it, the silver needle was icy in the sunlight, he stabbed the needle into Chen Ang's acupuncture point like a cloud and flowing water, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth.

"know a little."

Old Chen didn't believe it, he stared at Shen Du's movements without blinking.

So experienced with needles, so skillful in movements, I am afraid it is not just as simple as knowing a little bit.

At this moment, Old Chen's confidence was suddenly shaken.

Maybe... Angang's legs can really heal.

Getting a needle is a very labor-intensive thing, even if Shen Wang is too familiar with it, after Chen Ang gets it done, there will be a layer of sweat on his forehead.

An hour later, he put away the needle, and signaled Mr. Chen to help Chen Ang put down his trouser legs.

"Today's treatment is over, apply the medicine at night, and then acupuncture again."

Old Chen couldn't help asking Chen Ang, "Do you feel it?"

Chen Ang shook his head, with disappointment on his slightly pale face.

He was different from Old Chen, he didn't believe that Shen Wang could cure his leg from the beginning to the end, but seeing Shen Wang put in so much effort, he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But this ray of hope disappeared without a trace under the feelingless legs, like bubbles in the sun.

Shen Wang had already put away the needle, and replied directly: "Chen Ang's leg has been broken for so many years, even a miracle doctor can't cure him in just four days. But I will cure him in a week at most."

Neither Chen Lao nor Chen Ang believed his words.

They felt that Shen Wang was talking big, and the purpose was to delay time, so that Old Chen could help Fu Shen get the Gu.

Old Chen looked at Shen Wang with sneering eyes again, and he made up his mind that if there was no effect within a week, he would drive Shen Wang and the others away.