The Secret to Picking Up Girls

"Dad! That's not how it is. This young brother just used his miraculous 'Qigong' to cure my asthma," Zhou Jianhui, seeing that Zhou Guocheng didn't believe him, became anxious.

"Oh! Really?" Zhou Guocheng was taken aback by his son's words, looking at him with surprise.

However, seeing his son's face was extremely rosy, and his voice was much better than before, not at all like someone with severe asthma, he began to believe his son's words.

"Jianhui, is this… is this true?" Zhou Guocheng said, his voice trembling slightly, reaching out and tightly holding his eldest son's hand.

"Yes, Dad, do I look sick to you now? This was all cured by this young brother," Zhou Jianhui said earnestly to Zhou Guocheng.

"Yuze, you… I really don't know how to thank you enough," Zhou Guocheng said to Zhang Yuze, his voice becoming somewhat incoherent.

Zhou Guocheng had worried so much about his eldest son's illness for so many years. Like all parents, even though Zhou Guocheng was now at this age, his concern for his children hadn't diminished in the slightest. His wife's high blood pressure was certainly related to her constitution, but it was also related to her years of overworking for her children.

Insomnia, anxiety, worry… these are all triggering factors for high blood pressure.

Seeing Zhou Guocheng's grateful gaze, Zhang Yuze quickly grasped his hand and said, "Grandpa Zhou, aren't we friends beyond age? You're being too polite. Uncle Zhou has already said that this is my home now. Since that's the case, I won't treat myself as an outsider. I hope you'll treat me as a member of the family!"

Zhang Yuze's words made Zhou Guocheng and Zhou Jianhui look at each other somewhat awkwardly. However, it must be said that Zhang Yuze was indeed quite good at talking. With Zhang Yuze saying this, both of them really couldn't say any more words of gratitude to Zhang Yuze.

"Then Yuze… I'll have to trouble you with your Grandma Zhou's illness…"

Saying that, Zhou Guocheng sighed and then said, "She hasn't had a good day in so many years! I owe her so much!"

From the way Zhou Guocheng looked at the old woman beside him, Zhang Yuze knew that he still had a lot of affection for his wife, and he solemnly said to him, "Grandpa Zhou, don't worry! I will definitely cure her illness."

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you." Seeing Zhang Yuze agree, Zhou Guocheng grabbed Zhang Yuze's hand, his eyes revealing extreme gratitude.

However, because Zhang Yuze had just used Holy Light Technique to treat Zhou Jianhui, it had consumed a lot of Zhang Yuze's energy. The energy of Holy Light Technique and Zhang Yuze's faith power were of the same origin, but they were two different types of energy. It would definitely take some time to recover. So Zhang Yuze stayed at their house that night, preparing to treat Grandma Zhou the next day after he had fully recovered. Zhou Guocheng was extremely happy that Zhang Yuze was willing to stay, insisting on giving him the cleanest and most comfortable room in the house. This made Zhang Yuze extremely embarrassed, feeling that it would really be like taking over as the host. Fortunately, after Zhang Yuze's strong refusal, Zhou Guocheng finally gave up.