Zhang Rongyi

"I've come to accept the challenge, but I'm embarrassed by your actions."

Zhang Rongyi poured tea for Su Ziyang, Su Ziyang felt extremely embarrassed.

"Su Ziyang, winning or losing isn't important. I have something to tell you: this Bagua Image-Number Therapy isn't a scam. Do you understand?"

Zhang Rongyi took a sip of tea, and Su Ziyang followed suit. Indeed, Zhang Rongyi's tea was excellent; it was fragrant and refreshing.

"I never said that the Bagua Image-Number Therapy is a scam. I even tried it twice in the group, and it really works. I'm just saying you're a scammer."

Su Ziyang's words struck Zhang Rongyi's heart directly.

"Because I told them to say they were cured? That sentence?"

Zhang Rongyi asked.

"No!"

Su Ziyang shook his head, then pulled out the chat logs from that time about lung cancer and a netizen who said Teacher Yi was scamming money.

Zhang Rongyi glanced at Su Ziyang's chat history, then shook his head with a wry smile, took out his smartphone, and showed the chat history to Su Ziyang.

It was only then that Su Ziyang realized something: how treacherous people are and how cold-hearted the world can be!

The people in the group who were criticizing Zhang Rongyi had completely different attitudes when they spoke to Zhang Rongyi in private messages.

Moreover, Su Ziyang made a startling discovery: Zhang Rongyi had essentially solved all of these people's problems, and the reason they started cursing was because they had made some incomprehensible demands.

Zhang Rongyi refused their request, which led to their verbal abuse.

For example, this man named Iron Horse Ice Mountain transferred fifty yuan to Zhang Rongyi the first time, saying he wanted to find a cure for athlete's foot.

Then Su Ziyang scrolled down the chat history and found that his athlete's foot was indeed cured. But Iron Horse Ice Mountain then asked for treatment for his toothache, and then for trigeminal neuralgia...

The most outrageous thing was that he said he lent out 20,000 yuan and couldn't get it back. He wanted to string together numbers and chant them to make the person return the money.

When his demands were not met with satisfactory answers, he began to hurl insults.

The woman who had been the most vocal in the group chat before, after sending Zhang Rongyi a red envelope, asked for about a dozen sums of money for medical treatment.

Zhang Rongyi later exposed her because she also had a group where she collected patients and fees while asking for prescriptions from others, making her appear to be a speculator...

"This..."

Su Ziyang stared at Zhang Rongyi's phone, unsure of what to do.

Moreover, in the short time Su Ziyang was looking at the chat history, four or five people from the group privately messaged Zhang Rongyi asking for the Zhang Rongyi.

"Saying that is a local custom. Whether it's about taking medicine, acupuncture, or any other treatment, you have to say it auspiciously! It's for good luck!"

Zhang Rongyi said.

"This Bagua Image-Number Therapy is not a recent invention. I came into contact with this therapy more than ten years ago. Back then, I contacted the inventor by writing letters!"

As Zhang Rongyi spoke, he turned and went back into the house, then found a box full of correspondence with the inventor of the Bagua Image-Number Therapy.

Su Ziyang briefly read through a few letters; they were all discussions about medical principles.

"I've found this stuff works, and I'm gradually putting it into practice."

Zhang Rongyi looked at the yellowed letter and sighed, "Actually, I didn't know how to use the internet before. My son and daughter both work in other cities. My wife passed away early, and my children were worried that I would be bored by myself, so they installed internet at home and bought me a smartphone."

"I only discovered these groups by accident. At first, I thought they were great—a convenient way to communicate and chat. But later I found out there were a lot of people just trying to gain fame or scamming others. So I created my own group, and that's how this happened!"

Su Ziyang and Fairy Li nodded repeatedly after hearing Zhang Rongyi's words.

"My family has a long tradition of traditional Chinese medicine, but it's almost ended with me. My son and daughter don't want to learn it, so I opened my own clinic to make a living."

Zhang Rongyi's words were simple and unpretentious.

"Master Yi, I have something to tell you, please don't take offense. Just now at the clinic, when you were drawing numbers with your sword fingers, it wasn't just pure numbers, was it?"

Su Ziyang didn't quite understand what Fairy Li was saying, so he turned to look at Fairy Li.

Zhang Rongyi looked at Fairy Li's confident gaze and smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "Indeed, birds of a feather flock together. You're quite something, girl! You can say that if you want. It's just a manifestation of my power! But it does rely on this number."

"Skill level?" Su Ziyang frowned.

"Su Ziyang, I've been completely honest with you, so you don't need to hide anything anymore. You don't know what 'gong li' is? You must have some kind of internal energy cultivation, right? When you joined the group, I sensed your aura, and it completely blocked me!"

After Zhang Rongyi's words, Su Ziyang finally understood why Zhang Rongyi had mentioned which sect or school he belonged to. So that's why!

"I know about internal energy, but I don't quite understand the manifestation of it you're talking about. Are you referring to releasing the internal True Qi?"

As soon as Su Ziyang asked that question, Fairy Li pinched Su Ziyang's waist, and Su Ziyang realized that he had said the wrong thing.

"You could say that, but different sects have different techniques, so they might be quite different. You should ask your teacher. At your age, with such medical skills, you must have a renowned master guiding you."

Zhang Rongyi is quite interesting; he always speaks in a very simple and honest way.

Su Ziyang poured tea for Zhang Rongyi and smiled, neither denying nor admitting it.

Just then, the doorbell rang, and the small restaurant downstairs delivered some dishes and drinks.

"Due to my family's martial arts techniques, I cannot drink alcohol. Otherwise, I would have had a drink with you two young friends."

Su Ziyang thought to himself, "Isn't this a coincidence? I can't drink alcohol either."

"You're older, so let's have a soft drink instead of alcohol. I'll toast you. We met because of some misunderstandings, so you could say we became friends after a fight."

Su Ziyang raised his glass and clinked it against Zhang Rongyi's.

Sometimes heroes cherish heroes. The respect Su Ziyang showed to Zhang Daolin made Zhang Rongyi change his opinion of Su Ziyang.

Zhang Rongyi's explanation and words dispelled Su Ziyang's misunderstanding of Zhang Rongyi.

"Young man, after we finish our meal, how about we exchange ideas, discuss our skills, and test our abilities?"

Zhang Rongyi seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, but he became more and more enthusiastic as he chatted with Su Ziyang, and in the end, he even excitedly suggested a competition.

"Well, Master Yi, I don't know much about these things. I just know a little about medicine. My master didn't teach me this kind of knowledge..."

Su Ziyang said somewhat embarrassedly.

"It's alright, I'll see in a bit!"