Douluo: You call this a toy

As for Yang Fan, he didn't mention treatment until the matter was settled.

Under this situation, Bai Lan spoke.

"Uncle Song, since Dr. Yang promised to treat you, it means he is sure, and he is telling the truth. I was poisoned by poison, and even my master was helpless. He cured me."

"Oh, poison can be cured. His medical skills are amazing."

Song Changpei had a little more trust in Yang Fan's medical skills.

"I, I fell into the river and died for more than half an hour. It was Brother Xiao Fan who pulled me back from the King of Hell."

In order to make Song Changpei believe it, Sun Zhihan told Yang Fan about saving her.

"And I……."

"Okay, don't keep talking about those things."

Deng Caiwen was about to mention that he was stabbed, but Yang Fan stopped him and said to Song Changpei's driver: "Help him follow me into the bedroom."

Yang Fan walked towards a guest room, and Song Changpei followed him in with the help of the driver.

Liu Xueru looked at Bai Lan. She had been poisoned by Yang Fan, but Yang Fan had never mentioned this. Could it be that the patient who gave him the house was her?

"Sister Bai Lan, sit down."

She pulled Bai Lan to sit down, held her hand, and said, "Who is so cruel that he poisoned you?"

Bai Lan sighed, "It's my housekeeper, but he's the mastermind behind it. He hasn't been found yet."

"Don't worry, you will find it sooner or later. Can Yang Fan really cure poison?"

"Yes, he cured my grandfather from poison."

Liu Xueru looked understanding, and then took out the blood jade from under her collar, "You should have given this jade to Chuangjian, right?"

Seeing the blood jade, she naturally thought that the relationship between the two was to a certain extent. The disappointment in Bai Lan's eyes flashed away, and she smiled lightly: "This is my grandfather's treasure. It was given by him. Usually, he is reluctant to let me see it. "

"Your grandpa is so generous."

Liu Xueru took it off her neck and put it in Bai Lan's hand, "If sister likes it, I will lend it to you as a flower offering to the Buddha."

Bai Lan shook her head, "I can't take the gift Dr. Yang gave you."

"It's okay. Whenever you want to wear it, I will give it to you at any time."

"Okay."

The two chatted with questions and answers.

In the room, Yang Fan asked Song Changpei to lie on the bed and said, "Don't be nervous. The treatment plan I adopted does not involve surgery or medicine, but acupuncture."

"Treat it however you think is appropriate."

As long as you can save your life, there is no problem with liver transplantation.

"Of course, before treatment, I have to explain something clearly to you. Surgery has risks, and acupuncture also has risks, such as bent needles, broken needles, and injuries to the organs. The most serious one is broken needles, because it takes a long time to treat you. If the needle breaks inside the body, it can only be removed surgically.”

Before the treatment started, Song Changpei was already breaking out in a sweat and asked: "The chance of the needle breaking should be very small, right?"

"Yes, this also depends on the patient. During my acupuncture process, you must relax and don't be nervous. Otherwise, it is extremely easy to cause the needle to break."

Yang Fan squatted down and pretended to take the needle from under the bed. He immediately took out the nine-needle bag from the storage ring, then placed it on the bedside table and unfolded it.

He casually picked up a seven-inch long needle with a sharp tip and a thin body, and introduced: "This silver needle is seven inches long. It can pierce the liver from the surface of the body. It may hurt a little later. You have to bear with it." .”

Looking at the long needle with a cold light, Song Changpei swallowed subconsciously and said hurriedly: "Doctor Yang, such a long needle must not be broken."

Yang Fan lifted up his clothes and motioned to the driver to get out.

"Turn sideways, face inward, and don't move around." After Song Changpei got into position, Yang Fan said again, "Close your eyes, and you'll be fine soon."

As soon as the sound fell, the long needle in his hand pierced the back, twisted, extracted, and then inserted the needle again. Under fluoroscopy, the needle tip was stuck on the shrunken liver. The internal energy was like a continuous electric current, flowing through the needle body and into the internal organs. .

Later, Yang Fan inserted different round needles into the body surface, round sharp needles, filiform needles, large needles, small needles, and his chest and back were covered with silver needles.

The long needle kept changing its position under Yang Fan's operation. The entire treatment process lasted for one and a half hours. When the silver needle was taken out, the needle body turned black.

"Dr. Yang, what are those black substances?"

Seeing the bright silver needle turn black, Song Changpei frowned in surprise.

"The toxins that are flushed out of your body."

When Yang Fan put the silver needle on the table, he waited for the next step of cleaning and disinfection.

"Can my disease be cured?"

At this time, Song Changpei finally realized Yang Fan's superb medical skills and thought he could be saved.

"It's already [-]% healed, and I should be able to recover in two more times. However, my liver wants to return to its original size, at least three months."

"Sixty percent?"

After just a few pricks, Song Changpei didn't quite believe it.

"Get out of bed and feel it."

Song Changpei slowly got out of bed with great expectations, and walked out the door like a spacewalk. He let out a horrified sound, feeling that his whole body was strong and full of energy. He didn't need anyone to support him at all, and he had no problem running.

"Sir, can you walk alone?"

The driver guarded Song Changpei, fearing that he would fall. You should know that since he fell ill, his body was very weak, his legs were weak, and he needed help when walking.

"Yeah, I feel so exhausted."

Song Changpei hugged the driver excitedly, "Thank you for taking care of me over the past year."

Bai Lan was so shocked that she couldn't help but stand up. Her eyes fell on Song Changpei's face, and she really couldn't figure out what magic technique Yang Fan used to make him recover by [-]% to [-]% in a short period of time.

"Congratulations to Uncle Song, your liver was saved."

Song Changpei let go of the driver, "I have to thank you. If someone hadn't convinced Dr. Yang to treat me, in a few months, he would have seen me off at the crematorium."

"Sir, your eyes are no longer yellow, and there is more color on your face."

After hearing what the driver said, Song Changpei laughed loudly, and then bowed deeply to Yang Fan.

"Thank you Dr. Yang for saving your life. Tell me, do you want money, a car, or a house? It's up to you to pick these three."

He knew in his heart that his life was still in Yang Fan's hands, and he still had two treatments. Taking this opportunity, he must establish a good relationship with Yang Fan. He could cure diseases that spiritual doctors, holy doctors, and imperial doctors could not cure. No matter how high your medical skills are, as long as you have a good relationship with such a miracle doctor, your health for the rest of your life will be guaranteed.

Before Yang Fan could speak, Bai Lan continued: "Uncle Song, you may not know that Dr. Yang's home was smashed by bad guys and he is now homeless. Just give him a villa."

Song Changpei was stunned, then smiled and said: "Don't say one thing, both are fine. I'm in Daming City..."

"Don't you have a villa behind here? I'll just take a look. Dr. Yang and I are close, so we can take care of anything."

Apart from this villa, Bai Lan wouldn't give him a chance to spend his time in other houses.

"Ah——, this villa is reserved for me to live in. Now that my niece has spoken, I can't be stingy anymore."

This villa is worth more than 7000 million. Song Changpei felt the pain of cutting his flesh. In order to please Yang Fan, he had to bear the pain and cut off his love.