I am not a doctor!

  In the early morning, Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang walked around their own courtyard at a steady pace, twisting their bodies back and forth, performing various simple movements.

  Zhao Yang stood quietly to the side, occasionally pointing out a couple of sentences: "Mom, don't be so stiff in your neck, relax a bit... good... shoulders relaxed, good... squat down a bit deeper, get up slower, good... Dad, expand your arm span a bit more, hmm... don't move your waist, head and neck..."

  After two months of recuperation, Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang's bodies had reached 80% of their energy and blood, but then stopped progressing. Reaching 80% is actually a very perfect state for people of their age. The decline of the human body is actually the weakening of various organs, and the energy and blood cannot reach a perfect state.

  For this situation, Zhao Yang tried every means to let the two seniors practice "Zengyuan Method". However, for him, the "Zengyuan Method" was as natural as breathing, but they couldn't learn it no matter what!

  This road doesn't work, Zhao Yang started thinking of other ways, and finally he found inspiration from the traditional Chinese martial arts.

  The traditional Chinese martial arts have a distinction between internal and external, but when practiced to the end, even external boxing can cultivate internal power from outside in. The "Jingyuan Method" is similar to the inner work secret book of internal boxing, if it cannot be practiced, using external limb movements to drive the movement of qi and blood should also achieve the same effect!

  So there was Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang's daily morning exercise.

  The two of them walked around the courtyard three times, and they were already slightly sweating. Zhao Yang then told them to stop. At this time, looking at Sun Zhenxiang again, her face had become rosy, and she was radiating a vitality that seemed like that of a young person!

  Sun Zhenxiang saw Zhao Yang staring at herself and scolded: "Silly boy, what are you looking at!"

  Zhao Yang handed her a towel and said with a pleasant mood: "Mom, you're getting younger and younger!"

  Sun Zhenxiang wiped his face with a towel, exercised his arm and said happily: "You know what? I've been feeling my body getting stronger lately!"

  Zhao Bingxing cleared his throat, interrupting the conversation between him and his mother, and said to Zhao Yang with a worried expression: "Xiaoyang, can you prescribe some medicine for me? I'm feeling terrible in my lungs!"

  Zhao Yang smiled and said, "Dad, do you really want me to prescribe medicine for you? Let's make one thing clear, the medicine I prescribe can only treat your lungs, it might even make your temper worse!"

  It's actually a good thing. After two months of recuperation, Zhao Bingxing's lung tissue damaged by smoke and oil began to recover and regenerate, so it's natural to have this feeling.

  Zhao Bingxing didn't say anything. He had already heard this principle from Zhao Yang, but that kind of thing that came from inside his body and couldn't be touched or grasped really made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He clenched his fists and pounded them a few times, unable to hold back a fit of coughing, and spat out some dirty things from his lungs.

  It wasn't until he returned home and drank the nourishing lung syrup that Zhao Yang had prepared for him that the suffocating feeling finally dissipated. However, he also knew that unless his lungs fully recovered, the more he drank this syrup, the more severe the suffocation would become later on. This was also a source of distress for him.

  However, sitting on the armchair specially made by Zhao Yang for them, smelling the aroma of breakfast wafting from the kitchen, Zhao Bingxing comfortably took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, not lighting it, just holding it.

  These two armchairs were made from a single piece of old elm wood, so they are very heavy and more stable. Since Zhao Yang made these two armchairs, the width of the seat, the comfort of placing hands on the armrests, and being tailor-made, Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang quickly became addicted to sitting in them, while the sofas at home were either pushed aside or moved to the orchard by Zhao Yang.

  When Zhao Yang was having breakfast, his phone rang. Since returning to the village, Zhao Yang's mobile phone had become a decoration, at most equivalent to a watch, so he didn't change his number. Recently, only one person often called him, and when Zhao Yang took a look, it was indeed Cao Huaxiang.

  As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard a clip from "Shajiabang" coming from inside.

  “……

  Xiang De Yi: She has an attitude that is neither arrogant nor humble.

  A'qing: He is neither gloomy nor optimistic.

  Hu Chuan-kui: What kind of nonsense is Xiang De-yi up to now?

  A'qing Sao: Are they surnamed Jiang or Wan?

  Di De Yi: I'm about to make a surprise attack and capture her.

  A Qing: I must be careful with my words and guard against him.

  Zhao Yang smiled and said: "Secretary Cao, you're in a good mood!"

  Cao Huaxiang turned down the volume and laughed: "A chronic illness that has plagued me for many years, was cured by you, Zhao Shenyi, in just one day, of course I'm in a good mood!"

  Cao Huaxiang has already retired, but he has a good son, and his influence in the county is so great that it's not an exaggeration to call him the Taishang Huang. Now that his illness has taken a turn for the better, saying such obvious flattering words seems to have ulterior motives, which makes Zhao Yang somewhat perplexed.

  Not understanding is not understanding, Zhao Yang didn't bother to guess either. He picked up an egg and started peeling it, listening to what Cao Huaxiang had to say next.

  Cao Huaxiang paused for a moment and continued: "The exercise you asked me to do is very effective, I practice it every day!"

  Sun Zhenxiang pointed to the bowl in front of Zhao Yang, who hastily finished the pumpkin porridge at the bottom of the bowl, smiled and handed it over. Then his expression returned to calm and said, "Hmm, more exercise and movement are good for your body!"

  Cao Huaxiang felt somewhat depressed. He was always used to others guessing his meaning and catering to his words, but he had never encountered such a situation before!

  "Zhao Yang, are you free recently? Come over and let's have a drink together! The wine here is all good stuff!"

  "Zhao Yang said in a calm voice: 'You can drink some white wine or yellow wine, but no more than one or two liang per day!'"

  Cao Huaxiang felt helpless in his heart. He had never seen anyone like Zhao Yang before!

  Although their encounter was brief, Cao Huaxiang, who had seen all sorts of people in his life, still believed he could see through a young man like Zhao Yang at a glance. But it was precisely this that made him even more perplexed!

  In today's era, people of Zhao Yang's age have seen a lot. They either have talent, or they are calculating, or very ordinary, but they all have one thing in common: they attach great importance to money! If someone else had medical skills like Zhao Yang's, most people would probably use them to get rich, but not Zhao Yang! From the information he has mastered, Zhao Yang has always treated patients without charging a single penny!

  After getting in touch, Cao Huaxiang found that Zhao Yang seemed to be very calm about anything. This attitude of having no desires or demands made people who interacted with him feel at ease, but for those who had expectations from him, it was frustrating, because you didn't know what could move him!

  For someone like Zhao Yang, Cao Huaxiang didn't have any other way, he thought it was better to directly say his purpose, "Zhao Yang, the thing is, a son of an old friend of mine has some health issues, can you help him get treated?"

  Zhao Yang calmly said: "I am not a doctor!" After listening for a while and not hearing any response from the other end, he hung up the phone.

  He doesn't charge for treating illnesses and doesn't think about opening a clinic, it's just that he doesn't want to become a tool, doing things he doesn't want to do! Xiao Yao Zi's medical skills are his tools, they are the tools he uses to protect his loved ones' health and allow himself to be carefree!

  For the same reason, in recent days when Sun Zhenyue asked him if he could see a client for them, Zhao Yang asked: "Is this person very important to you?"

  His intention was very clear, if this person had a great influence on her family business, as a relative, he would be willing to help. But if she wanted to use their kinship to send favors, this kind of exploitation of kinship was also consuming the favors between them!

  When Zhao Yang said that, Sun Zhenyue hesitated and finally said: "It's not someone important, just an acquaintance who asked me to ask you. That person seems to have offended you... But forget it, don't bother with him!"

  Sun Zhenxiang just happened to serve him a bowl of porridge and asked as soon as Zhao Yang hung up the phone, "Who called you? Is there something going on?"

  He took the bowl and comfortably drank the fragrant congee, thinking about his current life. Every day he climbed mountains, picked herbs, treated illnesses for people, every day he got up early but not to rush to work, nor did he need to deal with a boss's various orders. He could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted, this kind of carefree and leisurely life was what he desired! He didn't want these unrelated people to make him tired from dealing with them! So he smiled and said: "Nothing, just some unrelated matters!"

  Sun Zhenxiang didn't mind and peeled an egg for Zhao Yang, then picked up another one to hand over to Zhao Bingxing.

  Zhao Bingxing discontentedly said: "Why is it always peeled for him?"

  Sun Zhenxiang gave him a sidelong glance and said, "Who made him my son?"

  Zhao Bingxing was choked with emotion, and not wanting to lose face in front of Zhao Yang, so he changed the subject. "Our family's remaining two mu of peaches will be ready to sell in a few days! Will they still fetch the price of early peaches?"

  Zhao Yang nodded and said, "Then sell it at the price of early peaches!"

  Sun Zhenxiang calculated and sighed, "My son is really capable! The peaches from just these four mu of land have sold for the same price as the entire orchard did last year! Son, eat a bit more, and the apples from the remaining six mu will be your earnings!"

  Zhao Yang calculated that if he still used the yield of 3000 kg per mu, even if he sold it at the price of peaches, he could sell for more than 700,000! That's equivalent to a monthly salary of 6,000! It's higher than the income of a general manager in an ordinary company! Moreover, the price of apples has always been higher than that of peaches!

  Of course, working in the Yellow Sea has five insurances and one fund. But now he has his own house at home, does he need to use that little housing provident fund? As for the five insurances, old-age insurance is also handled in the village, as for medical insurance, can his medical skills be used for this? The remaining three, there is no unemployment for farmers, and it seems that there is no work injury, and maternity insurance is not useful for the elderly...

  So Zhao Yang is very satisfied with his current life! And thinking of the upcoming harvest in the orchard, Zhao Bingxing and Sun Zhenxiang are also overjoyed.

  And so, the whole family began a new day in a joyful atmosphere!

  On the other end of the phone, Cao Huaxiang listened to the busy tone and felt a surge of anger. Since he became the county party secretary, no one had ever refused him so bluntly without giving him any face!

  But this anger soon disappeared without a trace. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how rich you are, now that you need others, what he has is not what others want, and what can he do?

  Thinking of this, Cao Huaxiang smiled bitterly. Not to mention that he couldn't force Zhao Yang to treat others, just because Zhao Yang had cured his leg disease and was his benefactor, could he treat him like that?

  He picked up the phone and was about to call his old friend, but then thought of Zhao Yang's temper and couldn't help but feel a thrill in front of him!

  P.S: Strive for two updates tomorrow!