Chu Yanran waved at him and said, "A good journey!"

Zhang Yang looked at the middle-aged man named Hong walking towards the Hongqi car behind the hut. He saw that the license plate should be a military license plate. From the name he called Chu Yanran's grandfather just now, it can be seen that these people, including Chu Yanran's grandfather, should all be soldiers. He couldn't help but say curiously: "What is your grandfather doing?"

Chu Yanran said, "Old revolutionary, old stubborn, old naughty boy!" She suddenly activated the engine of the speedboat, Zhang Yang staggered and sat down. He said in panic, "Don't interfere, I can't water."

Princess Chu Yanran smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there are still things in this world that you, Director Xiao Zhang, are afraid of!"

The speedboat sailed towards the island in the center of Mengxian Lake, and a long white water line was dragged out from the tail. The egrets that were parked on the lake were suddenly alarmed, stretching their beautiful wings and drawing bright silver trajectories between the blue sky and clear water.

Chu Yanran's long hair fluttered in the wind, and her beautiful white and tender neck was exposed to the sun. Zhang Yang stood beside her, savoring the faint fragrance of hair brought by the wind, and admiring Chu Yanran's beautiful pretty face, and suddenly felt a sense of relaxed and happy pleasure.

There are only seven or eight villas on the island. The villa where Chu Yanran’s grandfather lives is located in the southeast of the island. The entire villa is built by the water and is bathing in the sun at this time.

Chu Yanran directly drove the speedboat to the pier in front of the villa. A young soldier in military uniform came up to help tie the cables. Chu Yanran jumped to the wooden steps of the pier first, and Zhang Yang followed her up. The soldier saluted Zhang Yang in a standard military posture.

Zhang Yang smiled and replied, but it attracted Chu Yanran's laughter: "Hey, why do you think you salute like a Nazi fascist?"

Zhang Yang had already guessed that Chu Yanran's grandfather's identity must be extraordinary, and felt a little strange in his heart. With Chu Yanran's background, why was he so bored that he ran to Qingtai Mountain to race? The daughters of these wealthy families are really puzzling!

The two Su Mu ran over to Chu Yanran excitedly. Chu Yanran smiled and greeted them, stroked their soft hair with both hands, and introduced to Zhang Yang: "Tutu, Duoduo, they are all my good friends."

Zhang Yang did not have Chu Yanran's childlike innocence and chuckled: "Beware of fleas!"

"You only have fleas!" Chu Yanran stood up and walked towards the villa with Zhang Yang.

As soon as the two of them walked into the villa gate, they heard a loud voice saying, "Yanran is back?"

Zhang Yang looked down the sound and saw an old man in military uniform walking down the stairs with a crutch. He was about seventy years old, of medium figure, energetic, with a childish face, and a pair of deep eyes under his thick eyebrows radiated a majestic light. Zhang Yang only felt that the old man was filled with a high pressure, and with his psychological quality, he couldn't help but feel his breathing suffocating.

"Comrade Chu!" Chu Yanran smirked and rushed over, holding the old man's arm, pouted her mouth and said, "Why are you not obedient when you lie on the bed? Did you run down secretly again?" From her name to her grandfather, it can be seen that there is no generation gap between the two men.

When the old man saw Chu Yanran, his face was full of smiles, and his smile revealed a sense of caution and timidity: "I won't dare next time, I won't dare next time!" Then he turned his eyes on Zhang Yang and looked at Zhang Yang from head to toe. His eyes had indescribable penetration. Zhang Yang suddenly felt like he was standing naked in front of people under his gaze. He smiled: "Hello, Chief!"

The old man laughed loudly, and Zhang Yang's ears were buzzing. The old man was so angry that he stretched out his thick eyebrows and stretched out his hand to Zhang Yang: "I am Chu Zhennan!"

Zhang Yang shook hands with him and felt that the force in his hand was very strong, a bit like a vise. It seemed that the old man obviously wanted to give himself a warning. When he met someone for the first time, Zhang Yang was still quite polite and let Chu Zhennan hold his hand tightly. If someone did this to him, Zhang Daguan would definitely bounce him away without hesitation. Looking at Chu Zhennan's old arms and legs, he would probably not be able to resist tossing. Zhang Yang sighed inwardly and endured it! Who made people have such a beautiful granddaughter?

Chu Zhennan's hand strength was surprisingly strong. He thought he could pinch Zhang Yang to cry for his parents with one hand, but he didn't expect that he was just like nothing, with a calm expression on his face. Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I think the old man is very strong. Chu Yanran, we won't be so lying."

Chu Yanran had already seen his grandfather come up and gave Zhang Yang a warning, shook his arm and said, "Hey! Comrade Chu, do you want to practice martial arts with others again?"

Chu Zhennan smiled and let go of Changyang's palm, and felt a little appreciating the young man's calm demeanor. He pointed to the mahogany sofa and said, "Sit!"

Zhang Yang sat on the small sofa opposite the door, and Chu Zhennan and his grandson sat down on the sofa. Chu Zhennan narrowed his eyes and said, "Young man, Yanran highly respects you, saying you are a miracle doctor!" The old man's words were obviously full of doubts.

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "The miracle doctor is not a question. He just learned some skills in bone pinching and needle cutting. At best, he can be considered a barefoot doctor. You don't know your granddaughter's personality. He is very enthusiastic and cares about the past and the future. How can she be accurate in what she says?"

Chu Zhennan laughed loudly, Chu Yanran was unhappy, staring at her beautiful eyes and said, "Zhang Yang, is there anyone so bad? Be careful that I will throw you into the lake to feed the turtle!"

Chu Zhennan smiled and said, "I think people are saying it appropriately!" He was happy, and his waist hurt again, pursed his lips, and cold sweat came out from his forehead.

When Chu Yanran saw that he looked wrong, she hurriedly held his arm: "Grandpa, I will help you to lie on the bed for a while!"

Chu Zhennan shook his head: "It's okay! What's this little injury...Oh..."

Zhang Yang walked over with a smile: "Why let me see!"

Chu Zhennan nodded, Zhang Yang asked Chu Yanran to help him back to the bedroom, took off his shirt and lay down, but saw that Chu Zhennan had twelve gunshot wounds of all sizes on his upper body, but the old man didn't have much fat on his body. It can be seen that he should be diligent in training on weekdays.

Zhang Yang said to Chu Yanran: "Go out and close the door!"

Chu Yanran was very confident in Zhang Yang's medical skills, but Xiao Chen, the personal guard of Chu Zhennan, was not relieved and was still standing in the room like a nail.

Zhang Yang whispered: "Everyone is out!"

Xiao Chen shouted: "I want to defend the chief!"

Chu Zhennan smiled and said, "When will I ask someone to defend me? Get out!"

Xiao Chen then blushed and retreated.

Zhang Yang's right hand kept touching Chu Zhennan's spine. He stopped at the third and fourth section of the lumbar spine. He stepped up his hand and snorted. He whispered, "There is the ct I took last week on the bedside table!" Chu Zhennan was very clear about his condition. The lumbar disc herniation. The orthopedic experts from the General Hospital of the Provincial Military Region suggested that he have surgery. Chu Zhennan was very resistant, so the condition was delayed and became more and more serious. In the past few days, he had already started to take surgery. Unexpectedly, his granddaughter insisted on asking a barefoot doctor from Pinghai. Although he did not hate Zhang Yang, he did not believe that he would have any real skills. Although Yanran's legs were cured by him, Chu Zhennan still attributed that incident to Chu Yanran's youthful healing and recovery quickly.

Zhang Yang pressed his left index finger on the Zhiyang point on Chu Zhennan's back, quietly sending a soft internal force into his body, and smiled and said, "Old leader, if you feel pain, scream!"

Chu Zhennan smiled and said, "When I was fighting against the United States and aiding Korea, I was shot like seven guns. This pain was like a bitten by a mosquito. I was afraid of pain?" The old man was old but had a very stubborn temper.

Zhang Yang's fingers were like the wind, and he pointed down from Zhiyang along the spine. The sine, the center, the spine, the stern, the stern, the Mingmen, the lower Jiyu... Chu Zhennan didn't feel anything at first, but as Zhang Yang clicked, he felt a stream of hot feeling penetrated into his spine. In the end, he felt that the entire spine seemed to be connected, with only a line of coldness on his waist.

Zhang Yang's thumb was accurately pressed on the cold line and suddenly exerted force downwards. Chu Zhennan clearly heard a crisp sound, the pain from the bone marrow, which made him groan. Then he felt that the joints of the limbs had lost consciousness in an instant, Damn! I have survived the guns and bullets in my life. Could it be that I died in the hands of this Mongolian doctor in an unknown way?

Zhang Yang laughed and said, "The old leader is indeed a tough guy, but the pain has just begun. You still need to endure it!"

Chu Zhennan was originally a very strong-willed person. After hearing what he said, he gritted his teeth and said, "Come on! If you are afraid of death, you are not a Communist Party member!"

Then Zhang Yang took out the needle box in his arms, took out a silver needle from it, roasted it with the flames of the alcohol lamp, and sat down on the big bed. The silver needle penetrated from the suspension pivot, and a trace of internal force slowly poured into Chu Zhennan's body along the golden needle.

Chu Zhennan felt a hairspring-like airflow entering his spine, and it was like a steel needle passing through his vertebrae. The unprecedented pain made the old soldier clench his fists and his face turned a little white. He bit his lips tightly and said in front of the younger generation that he could not lose face. However, the pain was so clear that it penetrated into the bone marrow. The pain made Chu Zhennan almost curse her. Even when he was taking bullets on the Korean battlefield, it didn't hurt that much. Chu Zhennan cursed in a trembling voice: "Little bastard, are you... finished..."

Zhang Yang showed a sly smile on his lips: "Old leader, if you can't stand it, don't hold on!"

"I can hold on... Oh..." Chu Zhennan suddenly felt the pain concentrated at a point, and then radiated from this point to all directions of his body. His spine seemed to be shattered in an instant. He could no longer control it and screamed loudly: "Oh my God..."

Chu Yanran and the guard Xiao Chen, who had been eavesdropping outside the door, heard Chu Zhennan's heart-wrenching scream, and they could no longer hold back and pushed the door and rushed in.

Zhang Yang smiled and clapped his palms, roasted the silver needle on the alcohol lamp and re-introduced it into the box.

Chu Zhennan lay on the bed motionless, not knowing whether it was death or life.

Chu Yanran lost her appearance and rushed to the bed and said in surprise: "Grandpa!"

Chu Zhennan nodded weakly, and then his body gradually recovered his consciousness. He slowly got up. Seeing Zhang Yang's heartless smile on his face, he came out of his heart for a moment and shouted: "I killed you, the Mongolian doctor!" He stood up from the bed and walked forward two steps. Only then did he realize that his waist was not hurt at all. He moved his waist incredibly, and it turned out that it didn't hurt anymore.

Zhang Yang's tone was full of jokes: "It's true that the two of you, the same kindness will be repaid with hatred!"

Chu Yanran's tears of worry came out, but now she saw that her grandfather was fine, so she burst into tears and laughed, like a rose with morning dew. Her bright smile made Zhang Daguan shook his heart.

Chu Zhennan laughed and said, "Little bastard, I really have some skills!" He said to the guards, "Xiao Chen, go and ask Mrs. Wu to make two good dishes. I want to thank Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang couldn't help but sigh that this old man was really realistic. If he couldn't cure him, he would probably face the fate of being swept out. He reminded Chu Zhennan: "Don't do strenuous exercise within a week. I'll prescribe a prescription for you, apply it externally and use it at the same time. It's also a course of treatment for seven days. You will be restored to your original state in seven days."

Now Chu Zhennan has been convinced of Zhang Yang's skills and asked Chu Yanran to take his pen and ink. Zhang Yang's calligraphy naturally amazed Chu Zhennan. Chu Zhennan has retreated from the position of commander of the Beiyuan Military Region for six years. He was originally a person who could not stay idle. Later, after being advised by someone, he learned calligraphy and fished to sharpen his temperament. Who would have been fascinated by this? Seeing Zhang Yang's beautiful calligraphy, the old man immediately had the idea of ​​interrogating and pulled Zhang Yang to his living room.

In fact, when Zhang Yang entered the door, he had already seen the four big characters hanging in the middle hall of the living room - a horizontal sword and horse. From the heart, these four big characters are very imposing. Unfortunately, from the perspective of calligraphy skills and skills, it is simply not worth mentioning.

But Commander Chu was complacent and showed his treasure, saying, "How is it? They said that these four words of me already have the style of everyone!"

Zhang Yang had already touched Chu Zhennan's temper, and laughed and said nothing.

No matter how confused Chu Zhennan was, he could see that this guy was sneering. He couldn't help but curse: "Fuck, I didn't let you flatter me, why are you sneering?"

Chu Yanran looked at her grandfather with a blushing face and a thick neck from a distance, biting her lips and holding back her laughter.

Zhang Yang sighed and said, "Do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"I can't rub any sand in my eyes!"

"That's just trying to hear the truth?"

Chu Zhennan nodded seriously.

"The characters are written very much!" Zhang Daguanren gave a short and concise five-word comment.

Chu Zhennan widened his eyes. He understood that this guy criticized his calligraphy as useless. Commander Chu's temper was extremely stubborn. He pulled Zhang Yang to the study room again. In the study room, another proud work was hung - killing one person in ten steps, and leaving a thousand miles without leaving!

Zhang Yang looked at the extremely inconsistent word "kill" and was speechless: "Old leader, I wish you frankly, you really don't have any talent for calligraphy!"

Chu Yanran couldn't help but laughed!

Chu Zhennanji looked at his granddaughter in dissatisfaction, and then cursed: "Mom is a horoscope, those calligraphy and painting associations are really hypocritical. Hong Changwu and other damn people can only coax me, none of them tell the truth." After saying that, he laughed, patted Zhang Yang on the shoulder and said, "You guy is a good boy!"

Chu Yanran instigated: "Zhang Yang, don't just talk about it but practice. I say that my grandfather's handwriting is stinky, please write one!"

The guy smiled shamelessly: "My word is precious, and every word is worth a thousand gold!"

"Market!" Chu Yanran said gritting her teeth.

Zhang Yang changed the subject: "But I am so close to the old leader, I will give you one!"

Chu Yanran took the pen and ink, and Chu Zhennan personally helped Zhang Yang lay the rice paper. Zhang Yang thought about it and wrote four big characters - the heroic spirit is still there! The pen was done in one go. Chu Yanran was shocked and saw Chu Zhennan was dazzled. He looked at these four big characters and felt like he was a treasure. He laughed and said, "Good words, good words, no wonder my calligraphy can't catch your eyes. You kid, you can be intertwined! You can be intertwined!" Chu Zhennan Lian said twice, and his appreciation for Zhang Yang was beyond words. Looking up at the banners he wrote, I couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. The gap between him and Zhang Yang after practicing for so many years is not an ordinary big deal.

Zhang Yang saw his frustration and comforted him with a smile: "Old leader, your calligraphy is actually quite impressive. It has won a lot compared to those guys from the calligraphy and painting academy. Besides, writing is just a matter of mood. As long as your mind reaches its goal, it has already achieved it. Why do you have to pursue what kind of people you have to become?"

Chu Zhennan deeply agreed. Zhang Yang cured his chronic illness for many years and gave him a calligraphy. The old commander was in high spirits today. During dinner, he specially asked the guard Xiao Chen to open a bottle of Feitian Moutai that had been stored for fifteen years, treating Zhang Yang as a guest of honor.

Xiao Chen also seemed much more respectful to Zhang Yang. After all, there were few customers who could make Commander Chu value this way. Chu Zhennan used to drink a pound of wine every day. Now that he is older, he has to restrain himself. After drinking two taels of wine, Xiao Chen reminded him that it has reached the limit. Chu Zhennan sighed and said, "The older I am, the more constraints. When I led the troops in the past, everyone had to look at my eyes. Now everyone can take care of me after retreating!" The time has already pointed to 6:50 pm, and the news broadcast will be broadcast in ten minutes. The old man has to sit in front of the TV to watch the news at this time every day.

Chu Yanran smiled and said, "Comrade Chu, you should go to watch TV! It's too late today!"
Chapter completed!