These little brothers who rushed into the office did not have as much respect for Zhang Dachuan as Lao Ding.

In their opinion, this guy of their age, where is a miracle doctor, is a complete liar.

At this moment, when they saw Lao Ding almost fainting with pain in his leg, and there was a scarlet scar scar on his left leg that was thirty centimeters long, they confirmed their judgment.

A few people with a hot temper immediately pointed at Zhang Dachuan and scolded angrily:

"Surnamed Zhang, what did you do to our boss?"

"If our boss has any three longs and two shorts, you will die today!"

When Lao Ding heard this, he didn't care about the pain in his legs, and slapped the table and said angrily:

"Shut up, what do a bunch of straw bales know."

"Remember, from today on, Brother Chuan is the boss of everyone present, including me! If anyone dares to be disrespectful to Brother Chuan, Lao Tzu will be the first to kill him! ”

Although his leg is still hurting to death, Lao Ding can clearly feel that his left leg is very different from before, and the feeling of being full of vitality has never been experienced in all these years.

He is now more confident than ever, confident that Zhang Dachuan can heal his leg.

Biaozi, that guy didn't lie to himself.

Seeing that the little brothers were still angry and unconvinced, Lao Ding moved the real fire, grabbed the teacup on the table next to him, and smashed it at the three people who were the most noisy just now:

"A few of you who spoke disrespectfully just now, all come over to me, kneel down and kowtow to Brother Chuan to admit your mistakes, no one is allowed to get up without Brother Chuan's order!"

The three younger brothers realized that the boss was really here at this time, and they were all frightened, and they hurriedly knelt down in front of Zhang Dachuan tremblingly, kowtowing and admitting their mistakes.

Zhang Dachuan sat there indifferently, coldly watching the three of them kowtow and apologize, but never said a word.

He is no longer what he used to be, and he knows that these people in society are all cheap bones, and it is not enough to have mercy, but also to show enough cold and iron-blooded side when necessary.

The Bodhisattva's low eyebrows are me, and Vajra's angry eyes are still me.

Thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace.

Only in this way can these people be completely subdued and they will not be stabbed in the back in the future.

The three of them kowtowed for a long time, and found that Zhang Dachuan didn't appreciate it at all, and his boss was watching from the sidelines so coldly, he couldn't help but be heartbroken, so he could only kowtow harder.

Knock knock.

Soon, the three of them had already knocked blood marks on their foreheads, and the world was spinning in front of them, and their heads were dizzy.

Seeing this, Lao Ding hurriedly said to Zhang Dachuan:

"Brother Chuan, blame me for my poor discipline and let them collide with you, I apologize to you."

"I promise to discipline them well in the future, and there will never be anything like this again."

"Brother Chuan, you can dissipate your anger, let's continue the treatment."

Zhang Dachuan glanced at Lao Ding lightly, and then waved his hand:

"Don't take it as an example."

When the three people who kowtowed and were about to faint heard this, such as Meng Dahe, they fainted and got up with the support of their companions, and the whole person almost collapsed.

Several people stood there in silence, no longer reverting to their previous arrogant and rude posture.

Then, Zhang Dachuan turned his head and said to the anxious old Ding:

"I've already healed your leg, I don't need any more treatment."

Lao Ding was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed out a smile on his face:

"Brother Chuan, don't tease your brother, I just got a needle once, how can it be fine."

"Anyway, it should be divided into several courses."

Zhang Dachuan pointed to the ground:

"You can try to walk around, I don't have to lie to you about this."

When Lao Ding heard this, his whole person suddenly became nervous.

He looked at his legs, then at the ground, and after a little hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth and chose to believe Zhang Dachuan.

He carefully lowered his legs, then slowly stood up.

After settling down, Lao Ding raised his leg and took a step forward.

But the next moment, a dense stabbing pain came from his left leg, which made him almost fall to the ground.

He quickly stabilized his body and breathed deeply.

After waiting for about two minutes, when Lao Ding felt that he had adjusted to the pin-and-needle pain coming from his left leg, he tried to take a step again.

Then, Lao Ding was surprised to find that his leg was really better.

He took a step steadily, not lame with one high and one low, but like a normal person.

In an instant, Lao Ding's group of younger brothers let out an exclamation in disbelief, their eyes widened, and they looked at their boss's legs, as if they had seen a miracle.

"Okay, the boss's leg is really good!"

"This is too good, even the Tang family's helpless leg was cured by Brother Chuan three or two."

"Damn, who dares to say bad things about Brother Chuan in the future, I'm not done with him!"

Poof.

Lao Ding knelt on the ground, and suddenly hid his face and cried bitterly.

He has been lame for more than ten years, and has been ridiculed behind his back for more than ten years, and he has even forgotten what it is like to walk normally.

And today, his leg is finally healed.

When he came back to his senses, Lao Ding knelt and turned around, facing Zhang Dachuan, and was about to kowtow.

Zhang Dachuan hurriedly supported Lao Ding and dragged him up:

"If you want to thank me, thank me with practical actions, I can't afford this kind of false courtesy and don't want to accept it."

Lao Ding nodded again and again, 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: grievances and grievances were clear, and kindness would be repaid.

This kind of person is worthy of his cultivation.

Waving his hand to let those little brothers who were watching the play go out to guard, Zhang Dachuan said to Lao Ding:

"Although your legs are better, after all, the waste time is relatively long, and the circulation of qi and blood still needs to be affected and adapted for a period of time, so it is best for you to move less and rest more during this time."

"Anyway, I've been waiting for more than ten years, and I don't care about waiting for a few more days, don't lose a big one because of a small one."

After hearing this, Lao Ding nodded again and again:

"I know, Brother Chuan, I have this patience."

Zhang Dachuan said "um" and said:

"When you recover, come back to me, and when the time comes, I will give you a new set of cultivation exercises, which is guaranteed to be better than those of the Blood Kui Mountain."

Lao Ding never dreamed that after Zhang Dachuan healed his leg, he would have such a heavy gift to him, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

With the cultivation method, it means that he can cultivate again, and he has a chance to return to his original strength.

As someone who has seen the tip of the iceberg in that world, Lao Ding can't refuse this temptation at all.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Zhang Dachuan had left at some point.

Lao Ding wanted to chase after him, but he thought of Zhang Dachuan's advice to let him recuperate, so he had to give up.

Raising his head, he saw those little brothers probing their brains at the door, and suddenly snorted coldly:

"You guys, get in here!"