80s Taoism

Chapter 482 Tragic Martial Arts Practice

"Then how long does it take for treatment?" Zeng Lei asked.

Zhang Jiaohua scratched his head, "I don't know either."

The old man smiled, "No hurry, no rush, it's just not very convenient to go back and forth."

Wu Yuan was witty, "Then live in my house. If you don't dislike it, we can still live in our house after tidying it up."

"It's okay, I don't have much work recently, I just come to pick up and drop off every day." Zeng Lei worried that the old man was not used to it.

"If it is convenient for Dr. Zhang, I will live here. The conditions are very good. It is much better than sleeping in the open during the war. I am not so expensive." The old man said.

"Don't ask me about this. This house is not mine. I am also a tenant. Fatty agrees." Zhang Jiaohua said.

"Doctor Zhang, how much do you think about the medical expenses? I'll pay the medical expenses first." The old man suddenly remembered that his illness was cured, and he didn't pay a penny.

"As I said before, the first three patients are free. He used one of the quotas, and you are the second. But I don't care about your board and lodging." Zhang Jiaohua glanced at Zeng Lei.

"How can I do that? How can I not pay medical expenses for medical treatment? Doctor Zhang, don't worry, I, an old fellow, can still pay for medical expenses. I am now retired, and I have public medical care, retirement salary, and I am not short of money." The old man said quickly.

"But I can't count what I say." Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"In this way, you have already treated me once today. This time it is considered free, and I still have to pay for the treatment in the future. Otherwise, I can't feel at ease?" the old man said.

"That's right, Dr. Zhang, the old man doesn't like to owe others the most in his life. If you don't charge his medical expenses, he will feel ashamed." Zeng Lei also echoed.

Zhang Jiaohua smiled, "Isn't it okay if you insist on giving me money? All right, I will start collecting money tomorrow."

Wu Yuan and Zeng Lei also cleaned up the rest of the rooms that day, went to buy all the daily necessities, and bought a new set for Wu Yuan this time.

"Fatty, I will entrust him to you to take care of the old man during his stay here. Don't wander around anymore. It's not a problem after all. You are already in your twenties, and if you don't hurry up and find a decent way, you won't be able to marry a wife in the future," Zeng Lei said.

"Don't talk about me, you are almost thirty, and I haven't seen you looking for a sister-in-law yet." Wu Yuan is not willing to be at a disadvantage in this regard.

"Fatty man, are you trying to fight against me, right? Just watch, I will bring you my sister-in-law back during the Chinese New Year. I will envy you to death then." Zeng Lei said.

"When I lose more than two hundred catties of meat, what kind of daughter-in-law won't be able to marry?" Wu Yuan spattered.

Early the next morning Wu Yuan was driven out of bed by Zhang Jiaohua with a wooden stick.

"Beautiful, begging, don't hit me, don't hit me, just let me sleep for another half an hour, not ten minutes. Even a minute is fine!" Wu Yuan was wearing a pair of big underpants, and the white fat on his body rolled like waves.

Zhang Jiaohua was ruthless, and specially hit the most painful place, and when he hit it, there was a bright red blood mark.

"Stop beating, stop beating, I won't study anymore, okay?" Wu Yuan was beaten to the point of crying, he ran around the room with his head in his arms.

"I told you yesterday, and you agreed to it yourself. Now it's hard for you to regret it!" Zhang Jiaohua laughed.

"I didn't tell you to hit me with a stick yesterday!" Wu Yuan was really dumbfounded.

"Then I don't care. If you want to learn Meishan Kungfu from me, you have to pass the test. Once the test starts, unless you die, the test must continue." The stick in Zhang Jiaohua's hand has reached Wu Yuan again.

"Ouch! It hurts me to death. Don't hit me, can I go stand on the stake?" Wu Yuan hurriedly ran out the door, like a rabbit, quickly jumped up the plum blossom stake, and made a very non-standard horse stance. As a result, Zhang Jiaohua naturally got another stick, "Oh, didn't I already start? Why are you still beating me?"

"Put your chest up, draw your stomach in, and straighten your hands. Keep this posture, or don't blame me for eating meat with the stick in my hand!" Zhang Jiaohua beat the stick until it sounded loud.

Hearing the noise in the yard, the old man who came to see his legs also came out with a cane.

"Old man, why did you come out?" Zhang Jiaohua asked strangely.

"Heard you guys are so lively in the yard, come out and have a look. Are you practicing kung fu?" asked the old man.

"The fat man pestered me to practice martial arts with me. I'm going to teach him now. He's still lazy. A slob like him needs to be beaten with a stick. When I was practicing martial arts, my master was better than this..." Zhang Jiaohua stopped suddenly when he said this, where did he get his master? Those are Chengdao's memories.

"Beat him from now on, don't hit him so hard, you don't even have a piece of good meat on the fat man," said the old man.

"Yeah, I've been injured by you all over my body now. You're not teaching kung fu. You clearly want to kill me." Hearing what the old man said, Wu Yuan almost shed tears without being moved.

"Shut up! People are cowards and they can't hit you. A lazy person like Fatty, if you don't hit hard, he won't be able to practice real martial arts at all. Besides, I will rub some medicine on him later to make sure there is no trace on his body. In fact, martial arts practice is not just about beating. Getting beaten is also kung fu." Zhang Jiaohua took the stick in his hand and hit Fatty again.

"Ouch!" the fat man cried out, but he didn't dare to move.

The old man shook his head and could only go back to the house.

"Old man, your legs and feet are not good. What do you want? After I finish the task, I will run for you." Wu Yuan shouted.

"Okay, okay. You'd better be careful, don't get beaten again." The old man felt sorry for the fat man being beaten.

"Doctor Zhang, how did the old man come out?" Wu Yuan asked in puzzlement.

"He wasn't crippled in the first place, but he couldn't walk because of rheumatism and his feet hurt too much. Now his feet don't hurt so much. Although walking is somewhat inconvenient, it's not like he can't walk at all." Seeing that the fat man kept his posture, Zhang Jiaohua didn't continue to beat him.

"So, the treatment you gave the old man yesterday is still very effective." Wu Yuan said.

At this time, Zeng Lei came in from the outside on a bicycle. With breakfast such as fried dough sticks and soy milk in his hand.

"Huh? Fatty, it's rare. It's the first time I saw you get up so early." Zeng Lei turned a blind eye to the scars on Wu Yuan's body.

"I was forced. Didn't you see the scars on my body? The people's police, come and rescue me!" Wu Yuan was extremely dissatisfied with Zeng Lei's ignorance.

"It deserves it. You thought practicing martial arts was a dinner treat. If I had a master as powerful as Dr. Zhang, I would definitely be able to complete the task, so I wouldn't have to run back in despair." Zeng Lei's face became a little gloomy when he said this.

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