The younger brothers who rushed into the office did not respect Zhang Dachuan as much as Lao Ding did.
In their opinion, this guy who is similar to them in age is nothing but a miraculous doctor and a complete liar.
At this moment, when they saw Old Ding holding his leg so painful that he almost fainted, and there was a scarlet scar of thirty centimeters long on his left leg, their judgment was confirmed.
A few people with hot tempers immediately pointed at Zhang Dachuan and cursed angrily:
"Zhang, what did you do to our boss?"
"If there is anything wrong with our boss, you will die today!"
When Lao Ding heard this, he ignored the pain in his legs, slapped the table and said angrily:
"Shut up, what do these idiots know?"
"Remember, from today on, Brother Chuan is the boss of everyone here, including me! If anyone dares to be disrespectful to Brother Chuan, I will be the first to kill him!"
Although his leg is still in excruciating pain, Lao Ding can clearly feel that his left leg is very different from before. That feeling of vitality is something he has never experienced in these years.
He is now more confident than ever and firmly believes that Zhang Dachuan can cure his leg.
That guy Biaozi didn't lie to him.
Seeing that the young men all looked dissatisfied and unconvinced, Old Ding got really angry, grabbed the teacup on the table next to him, and threw it at the three people who made the loudest noise just now:
"Those of you who were rude just now, all come here and kneel down and kowtow to Brother Chuan to admit your mistake. No one is allowed to get up without Brother Chuan's order!"
Only then did the three younger brothers realize that the boss was serious, and they were all frightened. They hurriedly knelt down in front of Zhang Dachuan, kowtowed and admitted their mistake.
Zhang Dachuan sat there with an indifferent expression, watching the three people kowtow and apologize coldly, without saying a word.
He is no longer what he used to be. He knows that this group of people in society are all cheap. Mercy alone is not enough. When necessary, he also needs to show a cold and iron-blooded side.
The Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows are me, and the Vajra's angry eyes are still me.
Thunder, rain, and dew are all your grace.
Only in this way can these people be completely conquered and they will not be backstabbed in the future.
The three people kowtowed for a long time and found that Zhang Dachuan didn't appreciate it at all, while their boss was just watching with cold eyes. They couldn't help but feel heartbroken and could only kowtow harder.
Boom, boom, boom.
Soon, all three of them had blood marks on their foreheads, their eyes were spinning, and their heads were spinning.
Seeing this, Lao Ding hurriedly said to Zhang Dachuan:
"Brother Chuan, it's all my fault for not being well disciplined and allowing them to rush into you. I apologize to you."
"I promise to discipline them well in the future, and things like today will never happen again."
"Brother Chuan, please calm down and continue the treatment."
Zhang Dachuan glanced at Lao Ding indifferently, and then waved his hand:
"It won't happen again."
The three people who were kowtowing and about to faint heard this. Meng Dahe, for example, stood up in a daze with the help of his companions. They were almost exhausted.
Several people stood there in silence, no longer as arrogant and rude as before.
Then, Zhang Dachuan turned his head and said to the uneasy Lao Ding:
"I've already healed your leg and you don't need any more treatment."
Old Ding was stunned for a moment, and then a smile appeared on his face:
"Brother Chuan, stop teasing me. I just got an injection. How can it be cured?"
"No matter what, it should be divided into several courses of treatment."
Zhang Dachuan pointed to the ground:
"You can try to walk around and see. I don't need to lie to you about this kind of thing."
After hearing this, Lao Ding suddenly became nervous.
He looked at his legs and then at the ground. After a slight hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth and chose to believe Zhang Dachuan.
He carefully lowered his legs and then slowly stood up.
After calming down, Old Ding raised his legs and took a step forward.
But the next moment, he felt a sharp stabbing pain on his left leg, causing him to almost fall to the ground.
He quickly stabilized his body and took a deep breath.
After waiting for about two minutes, when Lao Ding felt that he had adapted to the needle-like pain coming from his left leg, he tried to take a step again.
Then, Lao Ding was surprised to find that his legs were really healed.
He took a step steadily, not lamely, but like a normal person.
In an instant, Lao Ding's gang of younger brothers exclaimed in disbelief. They stared at their boss's legs with their eyes wide open, as if they had seen a miracle.
"Okay, boss's legs are really healed!"
"This is so awesome. Even the Tang family was helpless, but Brother Chuan actually healed it in a few strokes."
"Damn it, whoever dares to speak ill of Brother Chuan again will never be done with him!"
There was a pop.
Old Ding knelt on the ground, suddenly covered his face and burst into tears.
After being lame for more than ten years and being laughed at behind his back for more than ten years, he had even forgotten what it felt like to walk normally.
And today, his leg finally healed.
After coming back to his senses, Old Ding knelt and turned around, facing Zhang Dachuan, ready to kowtow.
Zhang Dachuan quickly supported Lao Ding and pulled him up:
"If you want to thank me, thank me with actual actions. I can't bear this kind of false courtesy and I don't want to accept it."
Old Ding nodded repeatedly and wiped the tears on his face excitedly:
"Brother Chuan, don't worry. From now on, my whole life is yours. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
Zhang Dachuan did not doubt Lao Ding's sincerity, because he could see that Lao Ding and Wang Tiebiao were people with the same true temperament: they had clear grudges and repaid any kindness.
This kind of person is worthy of his careful cultivation.
After waving his hands to the younger brothers who were watching the theater, Zhang Dachuan told Lao Ding:
"Although your legs are healed, they have been disabled for a long time after all. The circulation of Qi and blood still needs a period of time to adapt to the impact, so it is best for you to move less during this period and rest more."
"I've been waiting for more than ten years anyway, and I don't care if I wait a few more days. Don't lose the big for the small."
After hearing this, Lao Ding nodded repeatedly:
"I understand, Brother Chuan, I have the patience."
Zhang Dachuan said "hmm" and then said:
"When you recover, come back to me. Then I will give you a new set of training techniques, guaranteed to be better than those from Blood Kui Mountain."
Lao Ding never dreamed that after Zhang Dachuan healed his leg, he would have such a big gift for him. He was so excited that he didn't know what to say.
With the cultivation method, it means that he can practice again and have the opportunity to return to his original strength.
As someone who had seen the tip of the iceberg of that world, Lao Ding simply could not refuse this temptation.
When he came to his senses, he found that Zhang Dachuan had left at some point.
Old Ding originally wanted to chase him, but he had to give up after thinking of Zhang Dachuan's instructions to him to rest.
Raising his head, he saw the young men poking their heads at the door and snorted coldly:
"You guys, all get out of here!"
