Douluo: You call this a toy

"You, you broke up Nalan and I and ruined my life's happiness. I just smashed your house and paid you. And I've done this. What else do you want?"

If Yang Fan had been a little stronger, let alone Shen Lang, he might not even be able to breathe.

"Listen carefully. If you dare to trouble me again, I will make you live in fear every day."

Looking at Yang Fan's sharp gaze, Shen Lang's heart suddenly twitched. Even Mu Hui was afraid of the person, without doubting his words at all, he nodded subconsciously, "As long as you let me go this time, I promise not to be your enemy." ”

Yang Fan slowly let go of his neck.

"What are you doing to my son?"

Shen Wanqi trotted closer.

Yang Fan glanced at him and said, "I'm educating your son for you."

"Nonsense, I clearly saw you pinching him, do you want to kill him while no one is around?"

Yang Fan snorted coldly, "So what?"

In an instant, a long needle appeared in his hand, silver light flashed, and it pierced into Shen Lang's temple.

"Don't, don't kill me."

Shen Lang was so frightened that he shivered, and the white sheets got wet.

"If you dare to hurt my son, I will fight with you."

Shen Wanqi punched out instinctively, and Yang Fan kicked him out. The latter took a few steps back and fell to the ground.

Yang Fan touched it with his fingers, and the silver needle passed by, bringing up a column of blood.

"Ah——, am I going to die?"

Shen Lang's eyes rolled up and he almost fainted.

Shen Wanqi jumped up and rushed directly to the hospital bed, "Son, son."

Shen Lang stared at his father, his eyes rolling up and down, "Dad, I seem to be fine."

Yang Fan continued: "It's best not to have a next time, otherwise, I will turn you into a living dead!"

"Thank you for showing mercy, thank you."

After hearing these words, Shen Lang knew that he could not die, and tears of excitement flowed out.

"You two, father and son, listen carefully. You are not allowed to cause trouble to Nalan in the future. If I hear something about it, haha, I am a doctor and my acupuncture skills are top-notch. Do you understand?"

Shen Lang nodded repeatedly, "I understand, and so does my dad."

Under the gaze of the two, Yang Fan walked out of the ward in a grand manner.

"You bastard, you're so crazy! This can't be done!"

Shen Wanqi's face turned pale and he said coldly.

"Dad, you can't mess around. Brother Hui told me everything. Yang Fan is not simple. He was the one who killed Chu Shaoxing. Up to now, the Chu family has nothing to do with him. Unless you are sure, don't provoke him easily. .”

Seeing his son's scared look, Shen Wanqi did not say anything further, but sighed, "Take good care of yourself."

After leaving the orthopedic hospital, Yang Fan was waiting for the bus on the roadside when Song Changpei called.

"Doctor Yang, I have returned to Nanzhou, where are you?"

"City Orthopedic Hospital."

Yang Fan responded.

"Okay, please wait there, I'll be there in a minute."

Yang Fan walked to the roadside under the shade of a tree and dialed Bai Lan's number.

Asked: "Do you know a man named Song Changpei?"

"Did he seek medical treatment from you?"

"how do you know?"

"His disease is very weird and I can't cure it. He went to Kyoto a few days ago. I heard from my dad that he saw many experts, but the treatment effect was not satisfactory. I asked my dad to recommend you. In addition, I will tell you It’s a secret, if you’re sure it can be cured, just ask for the price.”

"Haha, I'm not that kind of person. I want him to have a few hundred million at most."

"If you dare to ask for it, he will give it to you, provided that his disease is cured."

Holding the phone, Yang Fan was thinking about Bai Lan's words. This Song Changpei must be very rich. If he can make money from him, he will know after checking his body.

Not long after, a black Bentley parked in front of the hospital, and then Yang Fan's cell phone rang.

He was about to get through when the driver of the Bentley came towards him.

"Are you Dr. Yang?"

Yang Fan nodded, "Were you the one who called me?"

"This is my husband. He is in the car and has difficulty moving. Please get in the car and talk."

The driver glanced at Yang Fan, unabashedly showing disappointment. Yang Fan was used to seeing this kind of look and followed him to the car.

The car door opened and the driver motioned for Yang Fan to get in. As far as he could see, there was a middle-aged man sitting in the back seat. The man nodded to Yang Fan, "Are you Dr. Yang?"

"It's me." Yang Fan sat next to the middle-aged man.

"Zhan Xiong always praised your medical skills in front of me. I didn't expect Dr. Yang to be so young."

Before meeting Yang Fan, Song Changpei still had a glimmer of hope. After meeting him, this glimmer of hope disappeared. He wanted to drive him away, but the person introduced by Bai Zhanxiong was too embarrassed to drive him away.

"All the patients who come to me for treatment say this about me."

Yang Fan noticed that Song Changpei was about fifty years old, with a flat head, deep-set eye sockets, slightly yellow eyeballs, a sallow complexion, and a clean face. He looked like a successful person.

"I heard from Zhan Xiong that you can diagnose the disease without using any equipment, is that right?"

Yang Fan knew that Song Changpei didn't believe in his medical skills and wanted to test him. He smiled lightly and said, "I'll give you a pulse."

Song Changpei completely lost confidence in him. He had met many masters of traditional Chinese medicine, and those people were all elderly. What could such a young man tell?It was just pretending. No matter what he thought in his heart, his face was very plain, and there was no change in his expression. He handed a hand to Yang Fan.

Yang Fan stretched out his hand to clasp it, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This guy is really good at pretending. He won't be able to explain his illness later. Let's see how he can explain it.

Song Changpei didn't expose it and sighed secretly, why did he suffer from such a strange disease?

The driver looked at Yang Fan from the cab and felt that the young man was so good at pretending that he could spot a problem that even the instruments couldn't detect?

A full 2 ​​minutes had passed. Yang Fan withdrew his hand and his eyes fell on Song Changpei's face. He was using inspection and diagnosis to compare the results with the results of the examination on Tianmo's mobile phone. After he had a clear understanding of the situation, he frowned slightly.

Song Changpei looked at Yang Fan and asked, "Does Dr. Yang know what disease I have?"

Yang Fan was looking through his body, so he didn't respond in time.

Thinking that he had not diagnosed it, Song Changpei took his wallet and took out a stack of red tickets. It was visually estimated that the thickness was several thousand.

"Dr. Yang, I wasted your time, you can take this compensation."

Yang Fan put away his eyes and looked at the red ticket in Song Changpei's hand. His expression was startled. It was clear that they were trying to chase him away.

"I haven't treated you yet, so I can't accept the money."

"If you can't detect any disease, how are you going to treat it? Take the money and leave."

The driver looked impatient and waved at him.

Song Changpei also said: "I have looked for spiritual doctors, holy doctors, and some masters of traditional Chinese medicine. No one knows what disease I have, and they can't cure it, so..."

"Just because others can't cure a disease doesn't mean I can't cure it. You are Bai Zhanxiong's friend. So, find a place, lie on the bed, and I'll give you a few injections."

"Forget it, I have already contacted the gold medal doctor, so I won't waste your time."

Song Changpei refused and did not even give Yang Fan a chance for treatment.

"The gold medal imperial doctor you are talking about is Chu Guoxue?"

Why is this old guy still in Nanzhou?Don't think about how to deal with him.