Su Ting really wanted to refute Xu Fuqiang.
"Old Xu, that's your son."
"Is there a father who belittles his own son like this?"
But she was also panicking!!!
You never know, just in case.
What if Xu Mo causes trouble?
Other things can be smoothed over.
But this particular matter carries significant implications.
Handle it well, and the two families become even closer.
Handle it poorly, and it’s no big deal.
The worst scenario is trying too hard and ending up causing trouble instead.
And just at that moment, Zhang Hong chuckled and spoke.
"Since it's Xu Mo's heartfelt gesture, I, as an old man, can't decline. Naixi, bring it over."
I hope you decline!!!
Don't give that little troublemaker any encouragement because of us.
He's a walking disaster.
Xu Fuqiang was on the verge of tears.
He truly wanted to cry.
In the past, when Xu Mo caused trouble, he could turn a blind eye.
But things are different now.
The Xu and Zhang families are evenly matched.
In terms of finance and connections, the Xu family even surpasses the Zhangs.
But, the Zhangs are formidable in other aspects!!!
It’s a situation where each has its own merits.
Xu Fuqiang wanted to say something more.
But he saw Zhang Naixi smiling, bringing the dog-skin plaster to Zhang Hong.
"Grandpa, this is it."
Before Zhang Hong even took the plaster, a delightful medicinal scent wafted through the air.
Just by smelling it,
one could tell.
This wasn't your ordinary dog-skin plaster.
Zhang Hong may not be an expert in herbs, but he's no ordinary layman either.
The old man's eyes lit up once again.
He couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.
"Not bad."
Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting were stunned.
What's "not bad" supposed to mean?
Is he just saying something nice to reassure them?
How can they feel reassured at all!!!
Xu Fuqiang swallowed hard, proposing,
"Uncle Zhang, maybe we should just forget it. Or, let’s have a reputable traditional Chinese doctor take a look first. My son, that rascal, can be quite reliable when he puts his mind to it."
Zhang Hong didn't like that suggestion at all.
"What 'two families' nonsense are you talking about?"
"We’re all one family. I trust Xu Mo!"
"Fuqiang, I’ve watched you grow up, and Xu Mo is pretty much the same. I’m using this plaster, and I won’t hear any more objections!"
The old man’s temper flared up.
Everyone knew.
At this point, no matter who came to persuade him,
it wouldn't work.
Xu Fuqiang truly wanted to cry now.
This was the first time ever.
Xu Mo had managed to embarrass his father in such a spectacular way!!!
Xu Fuqiang instinctively reached for his belt.
---------------Are we going to see a Kamen Rider transformation?
Hahaha------just kidding!
This Seven Wolves belt of mine is super amazing.
One Seven Wolves belt is equivalent to several transformation devices.
Ahem--------
Back to the point.
Zhang Hong looked at Zhang Naixi and asked,
"Naixi, how do I use this?"
Zhang Naixi smiled and pulled over a nearby stool.
"Grandpa, sit here, and I’ll help you apply it."
Zhang Naixi was very happy.
Her grandfather trusted Xu Mo so much.
Her cousin is a good person.
What bad intentions could he possibly have?
In contrast, that Lin Fan.
Looks decent on the outside,
but is full of schemes.
Such a villain.
"Alright, go ahead then."
Zhang Hong didn’t refuse, handing the plaster to her.
As Zhang Naixi took it, unease crept into her heart.
Sometimes, things that seem really easy,
when you actually try to do them,
you might suddenly get nervous.
Not because of anything else,
just because it’s your first time.
Without any experience,
feeling nervous is normal.
Zhang Naixi lightly bit her lip, took a deep breath, and thought to herself, "Whatever!!! Let's go!!! I trust my cousin!!!"
Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting were on edge.
Watching all this unfold.
Zhang Tianhao felt a bit better.
He didn’t think that his own family would harm them.
Xu Mo wouldn’t bring out something harmful with side effects.
Zhang Naixi crouched down, tore open the dog-skin plaster and applied it to Zhang Hong’s injured leg.
That leg had a frightening scar.
The moment the plaster was torn open,
an extraordinary aroma diffused instantly.
Soon, it permeated the small area.
Then, the moment the plaster was applied,
Zhang Hong felt an icy-cool sensation emanate from his leg.
It was incredibly soothing.
His eyes involuntarily narrowed.
Zhang Naixi stayed crouched, observing her grandfather’s reaction while asking,
"Grandpa, how does it feel?"
Zhang Hong didn’t respond.
Everyone’s heart was in their throats.
Especially Xu Fuqiang.
He felt it coming back----------
Everything was returning!!!
The explosive power of the Seven Wolves belt was unstoppable!!!
He was going to sacrifice his son tonight.
Sacrifice the son, and magical powers would flow endlessly!!!
Who asked Xu Mo to humiliate his father so badly this time.
It was beyond Xu Fuqiang’s tolerance level.
Zhang Hong remained silent.
No one dared to speak further, interrupting him.
After a long while,
Zhang Hong opened his eyes, stood up from his seat, and the old general’s smile couldn’t be contained anymore.
"Hahahahaha---------Good! Good! Good!!! The effect of this plaster is truly amazing!!!"
Zhang Naixi let out a sigh of relief.
She was also happy for Zhang Hong.
But even more so, she was delighted her cousin’s hidden talents!!!
In the past, she thought her cousin was just a playful person.
Not capable of much.
Who would’ve thought,
he was actually an undercover boss.
A plaster with such miraculous effects could be produced.
Zhang Naixi felt more and more that she couldn’t see through Xu Mo.
And she wasn’t the only one.
Xu Fuqiang and Su Ting exchanged glances.
Two old partners.
Did they not know how much their son was capable of?
A brief silent exchange occurred.
Xu Fuqiang: "When did that brat get so impressive? What’s going on?"
Su Ting: "How would I know? As long as the son is successful, that’s all that matters, and I’ll let it be."
Xu Fuqiang: "Damn it!!! That little punk has kept it from me all this time. Now that he has skills, I’m gonna teach him a lesson!!!"
Su Ting: "Oh, really? Over my dead body. You’re sleeping on the floor tonight."
Xu Fuqiang: "-----------------"
Zhang Tianhao approached Zhang Hong, very curious,
"Dad, how do you feel now?"
The shock he felt inside
wasn’t any less than the others.
Zhang Hong was in a great mood,
"I feel fantastic, ready to run again."
Zhang Tianhao’s mouth twitched.
Can you stop exaggerating a bit, old man?
Even if it's half as effective as you claim, that would be great.
Zhang Tianhao felt that the effect probably wasn’t as exaggerated as Zhang Hong made it sound.
Of course,
valid effects were definitely present.
As for how much,
Zhang Tianhao guessed maybe a third of what the old man claimed.
Wait, even a fifth of the effect would be miraculous.
But not long after,
Zhang Tianhao’s face burned.
Never did he expect the slap to come so quickly.
Like a tornado,
impossible to escape.
He couldn’t think anymore, he didn’t dare to think------------
Well, anyway, good night then~~~
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