Hong Jiaxin naturally followed Luo Yang back home, and Tang Guihua with An Yuying also came along, equally concerned about the feud and grudge between Luo Yang and Lang Yifeng.
In recent days, Luo Yang had repeatedly humiliated Lang Yifeng in public, which was a major incident for the Hongyun Brigade.
In the past decade or so at the Hongyun Brigade, no one had ever openly challenged Lang Yifeng, the strongest village bully—and then Luo Yang did just that.
If he had lost to a grown man, Lang Yifeng might not have felt so humiliated; but to be defeated by a teenager infuriated him, and he harbored dark thoughts of killing Luo Yang and even wiping out his entire family.
Luo Yang was not afraid to face Lang Yifeng in a one-on-one challenge, but he feared retaliation against his family.
Upon hearing that Lang Yifeng had come to his doorstep, Luo Yang's heart raced, and he dashed off, having no time to wait for Hong Jiaxin. She knew the way to his home, so he didn't need to wait for her; although she couldn't catch up to him, she could follow closely behind.
Tang Guihua and An Yuying also wanted to hurry over, but their physical strength limited them, forcing them to catch their breath and jog along.
Still dozens of meters from his doorstep, Luo Yang pricked up his ears, straining to hear any sounds of fighting or screams. He was both worried and angry at the thought of Lang Yifeng bullying his family and vowed that if that scoundrel laid a hand on his family, he would tear him into pieces.
As he sprinted another ten meters closer, yet still heard no suspicious sounds.
The quieter the surroundings, the more anxious Luo Yang became. After all, Lang Yifeng was a ruthless character capable of killing in an instant. Hearing no commotion, he silently prayed his family had not met with harm.
Lost in his tumultuous thoughts, he reached the door of his home in one breath and took a look. Seeing Lang Yifeng sitting in the living room and his family safe and sound, the heavy stone in his heart finally fell.
Not only Lang Yifeng had come, but also his brother Lang Yixiong. Lang Yixiong worked in the county town and lived there; he was not a ruffian. The brothers arriving together did not appear to indicate a fight.
Looking at the glass coffee table, there were even some fruits laid out, packed in plastic bags, apparently bought by the Lang brothers.
He had thought Lang Yifeng came to pick a fight, but unexpectedly, he brought fruits and was sitting properly on a chair—it really seemed the sun had risen from the west.
"Niu Zai," Lang Yixiong wore glasses.
"Brother Xiong," Luo Yang was also unclear about what was happening.
Since entering the room, he had been paying attention to Lang Yifeng.
At that moment, Lang Yifeng spoke up, "Niu Zai, I've had misunderstandings with you in the past, and I ask for your forgiveness for my rashness. I'm willing to work for you to repay the debt I owe you."
Luo Yang paused and said, "Okay."
He really hadn't expected Lang Yifeng to make a personal visit for this matter, to talk over it properly—it seemed as if there was some unspeakable conspiracy behind it. Racking his brain, he couldn't figure out the reason.
A short while after Hong Jiaxin came in, Tang Guihua and An Yuying also arrived, and the three beauties were relieved to see the peaceful atmosphere inside the house.
However, because the event had happened so suddenly, there was still some stiffness in the air as Luo Yang and Lang Yifeng sat together.
Lang Yixiong got right to the point, "Niu Zai, I've heard that you've learned some very good medical skills. Can you treat strokes?"
It was at this point everyone understood that the Lang brothers had come seeking medical help.
Glancing at the Lang brothers, who did not seem sick, Luo Yang felt curious and replied, "Yes. But it depends on the specific situation. What happened? Who had a stroke?"
Lang Yixiong promptly said, "My mother had a stroke, acute cerebrovascular disease, leaving her hemiplegic."
On weekdays, Lang Yifeng's mother, Liao Menglan, lived her life with her eldest son in the county town and seldom went to the countryside.
"I need to take Auntie Liao's pulse to know how to treat her," Luo yang said.
"Let's go. My mom is at home," Lang Yixiong stood up and said.
Right after, Luo yang and the Lang brothers left the house, and Hong Jiaxin also went with them. Tang Guihua and An Yuying stayed at the Luo Family's to chat, waiting for Luo yang to return.
On the way there, Lang Yifeng offered Luo yang a cigarette and even lit it for him.
In the Hongyun Brigade, Lang Yifeng had been domineering for over a decade without encountering a match, living a life of satisfaction. Since Luo yang had put him in his place three times, he had been really furious, always thinking of taking revenge on Luo yang.
Unexpectedly, that evening his elder brother drove back from the county town, bringing their mother back to their old home, upon learning that she had suffered a stroke, Lang Yifeng was very anxious.
Lang Yixiong had also heard that a Little Miracle Doctor had appeared in the Hongyun Brigade and brought his mother back for treatment. After looking into it, he discovered that the Little Miracle Doctor was none other than Luo yang, so he immediately sought him out and, learning of his younger brother's grudge against Luo yang, insisted that his brother apologize to Luo yang.
At first, Lang Yifeng hesitated, but after a few reprimands from his elder brother, he was willing to seek Luo yang's treatment.
Deep down, Lang Yifeng still saw himself as the number one in the Hongyun Brigade, unwilling to acknowledge Luo yang as the top figure, but he was very clear about one fact, Luo yang was incredibly capable, stronger than him. However, the idea of suddenly having to call himself second best was something his heart couldn't accept.
When they arrived at the Lang Family's home and went up to the second floor, Luo yang immediately took Liao Menglan's pulse and then began performing acupuncture on her.
Half an hour later, after the acupuncture was finished, Liao Menglan was able to sit up by herself, and the Lang brothers were overjoyed, thanking Luo yang profusely and with gratitude.
Having witnessed Luo yang's miraculous healing firsthand, Hong Jiaxin's respect for him grew, remembering he was her master, which made her somewhat resistant, as she had become his disciple at her father's insistence.
With her father not present, she normally wouldn't call Luo yang "Master," finding it difficult to say. She still couldn't let go of her pride, clinging to the notion that she was superior. No matter what, she was an academic achiever, while he was the opposite.
In a moment of excitement, Lang Yifeng actually knelt down to thank Luo yang, and seeing this, Luo yang did not charge a consultation fee.
"Auntie Liao, I'll prescribe some medicine for you to take continuously for a month, and then twice every week after that. You should eat light food and avoid fried and greasy dishes. Generally, it shouldn't recur. If it does, curing it will be much more difficult," Luo yang cautioned.
He then asked Lang Yifeng for paper and pen and wrote down a prescription combining Tian Ma Gou Teng Yin and Er Chen Tang. After finishing, he handed it to Lang Yixiong.
The prescription read: "Gastrodia elata, Uncaria, raw cassia seeds, Raw White Peony Root, prepared rehmannia root, safflower, Red Sage, mistletoe, aged tangerine peel, Pinellia ternata, Poria cocos, gardenia, raw licorice, to be decocted in water and taken internally."
Seeing Luo yang's vigorous and powerful handwriting, Lang Yixiong heaped praises on him.
While Luo yang was writing the prescription, Lang Yifeng personally prepared a pot of Kung Fu tea and washed some fruit; then he took out some bottled beer from the fridge, placing it on the coffee table before respectfully inviting Luo yang to come out and enjoy them.
In the Hongyun Brigade, no one had ever received the kind of VIP treatment from Lang Yifeng that Luo yang was getting, not even the village chief Xie Runfa. At most, Lang Yifeng would share a cigarette with him, but never go to the trouble of brewing Kung Fu tea or washing fruit for him to enjoy.
"Brother Yang, try an apple," Lang Yifeng said eagerly, holding out a large apple.
"No need. Auntie Liao still needs rest, and I shouldn't disturb her here. It's getting late, so I should head home now," Luo yang said, taking his leave.
"Brother Yang, what shall I do for work tomorrow?" Lang Yifeng asked.
"Tomorrow you can ask my dad to see if he has any work for you. How about a salary of 3000 yuan a month?" Luo yang took a sip of tea.
"No problem!" Lang Yifeng nodded.