Chapter 1249: Chapter 1249

Zhang Yang could naturally tell that Uncle Long, that sly old fox, was deliberately hiding something.

Were it not for his curiosity about the changes in Uncle Long’s body after consuming the Soul Resurrection Grass, Zhang Yang would have left long ago.

At this point, he couldn’t be bothered to argue with that crafty old fox.

Uncle Long smiled weakly with a pale face and didn’t offer any further explanation, but anxiously said, “Zhang Yang, I know your medical skills are exceptional.”

“It’s not an exaggeration to call you a National Medical Sage Hand. Ordinary doctors can’t even diagnose my illness; now it’s all up to you.”

“As long as you can cure me, I will surely pay you a fee that satisfies you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang replied noncommittally, “We’ll discuss the fee later, but let’s get one thing straight first. No one has ever treated your illness, myself included, so whether it can be treated or cured is uncertain. Don’t blame me if I fail to cure it.”

If it were anyone else, Uncle Long would surely say, “If you can’t cure it, then let me die,” but he couldn’t speak like that in front of Zhang Yang.

Uncle Long could only say earnestly, “No matter what, I beg you.”

“It seems now that we’re in the same boat. This time I truly don’t deceive you. You’ve seen it for yourself, I snatched that half-stalk of Soul Resurrection Grass from Wang Jiu’s hands as if seizing prey from a tiger’s mouth.”

“The enmity has already been established.”

“It might not be less than the hatred you have with her, so we can only join forces now.”

“Perhaps in the future, I’ll have to follow your lead.”

Hearing these words, Zhang Yang silently cursed him as an old fox, truly a veteran of the Martial World, eloquent in speech.

He only knows how to say nice things, suggesting that curing him means following his lead.

By then, this old man will probably start scheming again.

Honestly, facing this old fox, Zhang Yang felt mentally exhausted.

“Alright, less chatter now, conserve your strength, let me check your pulse.”

Seeing Zhang Yang’s disdainful expression, Uncle Long felt a bit displeased—after all, he was the elder here.

But given the young man’s great skills, Uncle Long dared not say much and quickly extended his hand with a smile.

Zhang Yang unceremoniously took Uncle Long’s pulse.

Feeling Uncle Long’s physical condition carefully, after a moment, Zhang Yang let out a slight exclamation, his face turning somewhat grave.

Uncle Long felt a pang of worry and asked with a trembling voice, “Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Is the situation that bad? Is there a life-threatening risk?”

Anyone would become nervous seeing a doctor frowning during a diagnosis, and Uncle Long, a veteran of the Martial World, was no exception.

Zhang Yang impatiently said, “Shut up, stay quiet.”

Uncle Long immediately closed his mouth, even slowing his breathing, afraid of disturbing Zhang Yang.

Even before Zhang Yang arrived, Uncle Long had already felt fear.

The illness came on too suddenly and quickly, with no prevention or reaction.

Moreover, once his mind was out of control, he truly wouldn’t recognize kin.

The most frightening part was that Uncle Long had no way to control his own actions.

After a moment, Zhang Yang exhaled a long breath.

Seeing this, Uncle Long hurriedly asked, “So? Is there a result?”

“There are, in fact, one good news and one bad news. Which one do you want to hear?” Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Seeing Zhang Yang smile like this, Uncle Long felt even more nervous and scared.

“Can you not smile so creepily? How can there be good and bad news?”

“Listen to the bad news first, then.”

“The bad news is you don’t have long to live; your internal meridians are utterly ruined. If it continues like this, you’re definitely going to die.”

Uncle Long’s face changed drastically, and the butler beside him also shivered, never expecting it to be so severe.

Previously, they thought Uncle Long was just going mad, mentally out of control, possibly needing to be sent to a psychiatric hospital, but never anticipated a life-threatening risk.

“Zhang Yang, are you sure you’re not kidding me? This is no joking matter.”

Zhang Yang said solemnly, “First, do not compare my character to yours.”

“Second, I am a legitimate doctor who never jests at a patient’s life.”

Hearing Zhang Yang’s words, Uncle Long became even more nervous.

With his understanding, he could naturally tell Zhang Yang wasn’t joking, merely holding onto a glimmer of hope.

“Why is it so severe?” Uncle Long asked.

Zhang Yang didn’t immediately answer Uncle Long’s question but instead asked, “Before this, you need to tell me, why did you swallow the Soul Resurrection Grass whole, do you know this thing?”

“After risking your life to obtain this thing, what’s the use of consuming it?”

Upon hearing Zhang Yang’s questioning, Uncle Long immediately closed his mouth, seemingly unwilling to answer.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang suddenly smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter, I’m simply curious, after all, it’s your business that you ate it, not mine.”

“Now let me tell you the good news.”

Uncle Long perked up and urgently asked Zhang Yang, “What’s the good news? Am I not going to die?”

Zhang Yang nodded, “You guessed right.”

“The good news is you don’t have to die; I can save your life, but you might become a cripple in the future. It might sound severe, but in medical terms, it’s high-level paraplegia; you won’t be able to move below the neck.”

Uncle Long stared at Zhang Yang with shock, seemingly more stunned by this result than the news of impending death.

“How could this be? Why would it turn out like this? It shouldn’t be like this.”

“How could this thing threaten my life, cripple me? Logically, I should be breaking through the current realm, advancing in the field of Ancient Martial Arts.”

“Then my physique should have improved perfectly, at least making me look ten to twenty years younger.”

Hearing Uncle Long’s words, Zhang Yang finally understood Uncle Long’s true motive, realizing it was for rejuvenation?

Zhang Yang found it amusing, but Uncle Long’s earlier words did make Zhang Yang ponder.

So this thing could improve physique, but who knows if it’s true or if Uncle Long merely has partial knowledge, oblivious to its exact effects.

On the side, Jin Tuantuan didn’t interject but her wide eyes roved around.

She seemed to have something to say to Zhang Yang but was hesitant due to Uncle Long’s presence.

At this moment, Uncle Long suddenly stared intently at Zhang Yang.

“Zhang Yang, are you sure you’re not deceiving me?”