The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Seeing that the man had indeed closed his eyes, Zhang Yuze sat down beside him, holding his hand tightly, and then channeled the energy of his Holy Light Technique into his body.

As Zhang Yuze channeled his true essence into the other man's body, the man's body trembled, and he became somewhat incredulous because he clearly felt the changes within his body.

Moreover, when a warm current entered his body from Zhang Yuze's hand, the incomparable feeling of comfort was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

This man, named Zhou Jianhui, was Zhou Guocheng's eldest son. The suspicion he originally had towards Zhang Yuze completely disappeared, replaced by surprise and admiration! At this moment, he still regarded Zhang Yuze as someone his father had specially brought back to treat his illness, and his gratitude towards his father was unparalleled. He never imagined that after so many years, his father's concern for him had not diminished at all.

Half an hour later, Zhang Yuze's voice sounded in Zhou Jianhui's ear, as he slowly said to him, "Okay, Uncle."

Zhang Yuze wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought to himself, "Damn it, this really isn't something a human should do. If my current strength hadn't increased so much, it really wouldn't have been easy to cure Uncle Zhou's illness."

Zhou Jianhui opened his eyes, first looking at Zhang Yuze with some doubt. Seeing Zhang Yuze looking at him with a smile, he asked Zhang Yuze strangely, "Is that all it takes?"

Zhang Yuze looked at him with a smile and nodded, saying, "Uncle Zhou, feel it for yourself. How is your body now?"

Zhou Jianhui nodded and carefully felt it. This time, it was a big deal. Zhou Jianhui felt that the root of his illness had completely disappeared. The pressure that had been weighing on him like a large stone had now disappeared without a trace.

"This… is this real?" Zhou Jianhui looked at Zhang Yuze in shock, obviously thinking it was a dream.

Zhang Yuze knew what Zhou Jianhui was thinking and smiled, saying to him, "Uncle Zhou, this is real."

Zhou Jianhui immediately sat up from the bed and said to Zhang Yuze solemnly, "Thank you so much. I really don't know how to express my feelings."

Zhou Jianhui's current mood was truly indescribable. Can you imagine the feeling of being tormented by asthma for decades and then suddenly being cured? It was like being reborn in an instant, a feeling that ordinary people could hardly describe.

"Uncle, don't be like that. I'm very happy to be able to help you!" Zhang Yuze said to Zhou Jianhui somewhat embarrassedly.

"You… you are the person my father brought back. I won't say any words of gratitude to you. From now on, just treat this place as your own home. I will treat you as my son," Zhou Jianhui said to Zhang Yuze solemnly.

Zhang Yuze was dumbfounded: "Uh…"

Damn it, what do you mean treat me as your son? Do you think it's so easy to be my father? So Zhang Yuze really didn't know how to respond now. It was no good to not respond, and no good to respond, and he was really embarrassed.