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After leaving the restaurant, there was a Western medicine clinic at the end of the street. After paying us US dollars and explaining our purpose, the fat female nurse drew a tube of blood for Fang Yingming.

After taking the blood sample, Long Hao said to Fang Mingde: "The test will take some time, I will give you an answer tomorrow!"

Fang Mingde nodded and said: "I'm sorry to bother you, little brother Long. I'll pay you a visit tomorrow! Regardless of whether this matter succeeds or not, I will persuade the fishermen in the fishery to follow you sincerely!"

Long Hao said: "Thank you so much, Mr. Fang. I know your family, so I'll be the one to bother you when the time comes!"

Fang Mingde thought about it and felt that it would be more reasonable for Long Hao to control the time, so he nodded in agreement.

After all, testing takes time, and preparing injections to treat opiate addiction also takes time!

The two parties said goodbye, and Long Hao returned to the ship, got into the cabin, locked the door, took out blood samples and the kind of opium that Fang Yingming later smoked, and placed them on the table.

The light of the golden source in the palm of his hand lit up again. For the sake of the fishery and the big plan in his heart, Long Hao began to test the blood samples.

Fang Yingming is different from Hong Zaimo. Hong Zaimo has cancer and can use medicine to kill the cancer cells, while Fang Yingming is addicted to drugs and needs to master the properties of opium to rescue the 'corroded' cells.

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One is to kill and the other is to save. The process of preparing antidote is more troublesome!

Fortunately, Long Hao's gold source at this time was already 246, and after spending 10 quarts of energy, an antidote potion was freshly baked!

"Ten boasts, that's 10 kilograms of gold, more than 1,400 pounds, and more than 7,000 US dollars! This antidote is so expensive!" After doing this, Long Hao was a little exhausted, his face turned pale, and his heart was filled with anger.

It hurt, and I fell asleep on one side of my body!

The alchemist is not a god. He consumes the gold source, especially 10 kuai in one breath, which is equivalent to the brain running several marathons. It is strange that he is not exhausted!

Early the next morning, Yuan'er stewed a pot of monkey brain cordyceps soup. Long Hao drank a bowl of it, praised the pretty maid who was getting more and more energetic, and then took Cui Yuanlang and walked towards Fangzhai.

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We traveled lightly on this trip to rescue people, so two people were enough!

Melissa? She is still catching up on her beauty sleep, and she plans to go out on the deck to bask in the San Francisco sun and enjoy the East Pacific breeze in the afternoon.

Long Hao and his two men came to Fangzhai. The servant who guarded the door had obviously given instructions in advance. When he saw someone coming, his face showed joy and he quickly and respectfully welcomed Long Hao in.

After a while, Fang Mingde walked out of the back house and saw Long Hao with a relaxed smile on his face. He knew that the potion was ready, and he couldn't help but fold his face with joy: "Brother Long, you're here so early! Haha,

Let’s have some breakfast first, there’s no need to worry about my traitorous son!”

Long Hao waved his hand: "It's important to treat illnesses and save people. My medicine is a Western medicine medicine with a limited time limit. The sooner it is used, the better the effect will be!"

Fang Mingde didn't know anything about the West. A master of the family like him would either be immune to all diseases, or he would be terminally ill if he got sick! So he was grateful and thanked him: "So... I have little brother Lao Long!"

Long Hao had given instructions yesterday, so in Fang Yingming's small courtyard, there lived a foreign Western doctor with a goatee. The consultation fee of 20 US dollars a night made this French-American quite satisfied.

Fang Yingming was lying on the bed. When he saw Long Hao walking in, he looked ashamed and struggled to remember.

"Lie down, I'll give you an injection, it will take effect!" Long Hao couldn't help but feel funny when he saw Fang Yingming's hands and feet tied to the bed frame, arranged in a big Chinese character.

Before leaving yesterday, Long Hao told Fang Mingde how to deal with drug addiction. He was afraid that he would become addicted, but he also wanted to punish the eldest son of the Fang family.

Dare to take advantage of your own $15,000 kickback? Let me tell you, Master Long’s advantage is not so easy to take advantage of!

The American doctor with a goatee took the antidote from Long Hao, looked left and right, shook his head and said in English: "No, no, no, I can't inject drugs from unknown sources!"

Long Hao praised: "I admire you for your medical ethics!" Then with a move, Cui Yuanlang stepped forward, took out a newly purchased Colt pistol, and pressed it against the back of the American doctor's head!

"Younoshothim, IshotU! (If you don't shoot him, I'll shoot you!)" Cui Yuanlang smiled ferociously, speaking broken English between his teeth.

With medical ethics on one side and bullets on the other, the American doctor did not hesitate to apply iodine on Fang Yingming, and inserted the slender needle into the green blood vessel.

After the injection was completed and the American doctor was sent away, Long Hao said to Fang Mingde, who looked worried: "He may be in some pain later, but after the attack, he will stop smoking!"

"Yeah!" After all, they are flesh and blood. Fang Mingde clenched his old fist and looked at his son on the bed nervously.

Sure enough, about 5 minutes later, Fang Yingming struggled on the bed like a wounded beast like a drug addict. His saliva flowed all over the bed, and his painful low roar was as harsh as a knife filing against iron.

Fortunately, the straps were very strong. No matter how hard Fang Yingming shook, he could not break free. Looking at the wives and concubines around him, they covered their mouths with tears streaming down their faces. They wanted to cry but were afraid of being scolded by the old man.

Fifteen minutes later, Fang Yingming's struggle finally subsided. After a while, he began to snore slightly, and the eldest son of the Fang family fell asleep soundly!

"It's done!" Long Hao raised his hand and said: "We can untie him. I guarantee that his addiction to smoking will not happen again!"

Hearing this, Fang Mingde felt relieved, told his family to take good care of Fang Yingming, and invited Long Hao to come to the main hall.

"Forgive me for relying on my old age and calling you my wise nephew. Thanks to you this time, otherwise our Fang family would have been plotted by traitors and collapsed!" Fang Mingde poured a cup of fragrant tea and sent it to Long Hao: "This is

Tea represents the Fang family's gratitude. If our nephew gives us any instructions from now on, our Fang family will do our best and will not hesitate to do so!"

It’s the same as serving tea. The last time I came here was to see off guests, but this time it’s to express gratitude. What a huge difference in treatment!

Long Hao took it with a smile, took a sip, and asked: "Old man Fang, my son has given up smoking! I have an unkind request. I wonder if you can..."

"Hey!" Fang Mingde waved his hand, "If my nephew has something to say, isn't one fishing farm not enough? Hehe, to be honest with my nephew, in Chinatown, my old man's face is still of some use! Those few who refused to sell before

Let me speak to the people who give it to you and keep it with their consent!"

Although Fang Mingde didn't know what Long Hao wanted to do with the fishery, he was well-informed and knew about Long Hao's previous setbacks, so he volunteered to serve as a lobbyist!

Today's Chinese fishing grounds are in a slump, and Fang Mingde believes that as long as the price offered by Long Hao is not too low, those families will be willing to sell it.

"That's not the case, but Old Man Fang has the best intention. As for fishing grounds, the more the merrier!" Long Hao shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm curious about Old Man Fang's 'Pure Yang Qi', and I don't know if I can borrow it.

A look?"

"this……"

Fang Mingde thought that Long Hao wanted to learn his 'Fang Zu's Pure Yang Qi', so he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: This internal martial art is considered to be passed down from ancestors, and it is passed on to outsiders rather than to men. This precedent... is hard to set!

Seeing that Fang Mingde had misunderstood, Long Hao chuckled and said: "Don't worry, I don't want to learn your unique secrets, I just want to feel the inner strength in your body! I'm not afraid of your jokes, I don't know anything about kung fu.

Yes, very curious..."

Fang Mingde already knew that although Long Hao was tall, he was still a child under 13 years old. At this age, it was quite normal to be curious about martial arts and inner strength.

"Well, actually, internal strength is nothing, it's just a breath of energy in the body..."
Chapter completed!