Douluo: You call this a toy

By the time Yang Fan and Xiaolian got home, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

"Brother Yang, it's that girl's good fortune to meet such a good person like you, who saved people and paid for her."

Until she entered the villa, Xiaolian was still mumbling, "You are so enthusiastic, have you ever thought about it? What if someone insists that you stabbed her?"

"Probably not. What should I fear with you as my witness?"

Yang Fan disagreed.

"Oh, if I were myself, I wouldn't dare to save him."

Xiaolian sighed and went upstairs.

Why shouldn't Yang Fan be worried? Now that he has encountered someone, how could he not save him, let alone a doctor?

The next day, when Yang Fan rushed to the medical clinic, dozens of people had already lined up in a long queue. Yin Xiaofu was giving orders. It was around eight o'clock and they began to receive patients. At some point, a special person came to the medical clinic. Strangely, Yes, he stood at the door of the consulting room, observing every patient who entered, and asked some questions about the patients who came out.

Yin Xiaofu was wary of this weirdo, for fear of being sent by other medical clinics to cause trouble. What puzzled her was that every time a patient was asked, he would still nod his head.

When there were only a few patients left in the hospital, Yin Xiaofu came to Yang Fan and told him that there was a weirdo outside the door who behaved strangely.

Yang Fan was curious and went out to take a look. He was greeted with a smile. He turned out to be Bian Nanshan, the master of traditional Chinese medicine. "Master Bian, welcome."

The weirdo in Yin Xiaofu's mouth was none other than Bian Nanshan. She nodded happily to Yang Fan, "Yes, the diagnosis and treatment are accurate and the treatment is fast. The younger generation should follow your example."

"Senior, you've given me too much praise, please."

Yang Fan invited Bian Nanshan into the office and made him a cup of jasmine tea.

The two of them analyzed and discussed Liu Taixu's condition. When Bian Nanshan mentioned his acupuncture method, he didn't expect it to be the long-lost Taiyi needle. However, Yang Fan frowned slightly after hearing this.

"I think there was something wrong with the last few shots."

Hearing this, Bian Nanshan's eyes shone and asked, "How do you know?"

Recalling the scene at that time, Yang Fan pointed out several flaws and made modifications.

Bian Nanshan didn't say anything. He thought over and over in his mind. For a long time, he heard a buzzing sound, like an enlightenment. No wonder the Taiyi Divine Needle never played its due role. It turned out that the last few needles were not thoroughly comprehended. Yang Fan improved it slightly, and this was the complete Taiyi Divine Needle.

His heart couldn't help but twitch violently. Could this Yang Fan also know the Taiyi Divine Acupuncture?Otherwise, how would you know that the last few stitches were wrong?Bian Nanshan's heart was filled with turmoil.

This set of acupuncture techniques was inherited from his teacher. Unfortunately, he left Hexi before finishing teaching him. The last few acupuncture techniques were added by him after he had pondered for several years, but Yang Fan said it all. He was a genius, a genius.

As a graceful master of traditional Chinese medicine, he suppressed his shock and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice. Junior brother admires your attainments in Chinese medicine."

Senior brother?What the hell?Yang Fan glanced at the door, "Is the Holy Hand talking to me?"

Bian Nanshan stood up immediately and bowed deeply to Yang Fan, "You know the Taiyi Divine Needle and you have taught me. You are worthy of being my senior brother."

Yang Fan hurriedly got out of the way, "Bian Shengshou, please don't take it seriously. I just said it casually."

Bian Nanshan was very satisfied with Yang Fan's attitude and had a good impression of him. Such a humble person will surely become a great person.

"From now on, you will be my senior brother. If you encounter any difficulties, just ask."

Yang Fan only took it as a joke, "Sit down and chat."

Bian Nanshan seemed to think of something, pondered a little, and asked respectfully: "Are you interested in joining the China Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Yang Fan smiled and said, "I haven't even joined the Municipal Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, so how can I be qualified to join the national level one?"

"Haha, you are too low-key. I will take care of this. Show me your ID card."

Yang Fan was puzzled, so he took out his ID card and handed it to him. Bian Nanshan took a few photos in a row, and then took one at Yang Fan. ?

"Wait for my news. Next time I come to see you, I will bring you the certificate."

"Then thank you Bian Shengshou."

"You called Junior Brother, Holy Hand, Holy Hand, didn't you slap Junior Brother in the face?"

Bian Nanshan grimaced, pretending to be unhappy.

"Okay, junior brother, I hope you won't be angry."

Yang Fan had no choice but to change his mind.

"Haha, that's right..."

Bian Nanshan laughed loudly. Suddenly, the door was pushed open and Liu Rulin appeared accompanied by Yin Xiaofu.

"Bian Shengshou?"

Seeing Bian Nanshan, Liu Rulin looked startled, wondering why he was here, and greeted him respectfully.

"Are you...Liu Shiyan's son?"

Liu Rulin nodded, came to the table, took out the real estate certificate, house purchase contract and other procedures from the portfolio, and also took out a check and said: "These are all the procedures for Jishitang, and this check for 1000 million, it's yours consultation fee.”

Yang Fan glanced at it and said calmly: "Put it on the table."

"Well, if Xueru is wronged in the slightest, I won't let you go."

When you're done, turn around and leave.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Liu Rulin, who had just taken a few steps, paused and looked back.

"It's all housework, it's a long story..."

The dignified master of Chinese medicine is called Senior Brother Yang Fan?Liu Rulin was dumbfounded and didn't come back to his senses until he left the medical center.

At noon, the two senior brothers had a simple meal, and Bian Nanshan left.

When Yang Fan returned to the hospital, a gust of fragrant wind blew over him.

"Brother Fan, is that person Bian Nanshan, the master of Chinese medicine?"

Yin Xiaofu looked with curiosity, trying to see through Yang Fan, but found that it was unfathomable.

"What's surprising? Last night, my father and the three of them were drinking together."

For Emperor Ouyang, he only admired Yang Fan in his heart, and stood aside as a master of Chinese medicine.

"It's him."

After receiving the confirmation from Yang Fan, Yin Xiaofu was very excited. She was lucky enough to meet the famous Bian Nanshan. She was worthy of her idol and the most awesome in the world. The little stars in front of her eyes were twinkling and she wanted to embrace this idol.

Ouyang Di and Yin Xiaofu went to have dinner. Yang Fan looked at the real estate certificate and looked startled. Then he looked at other procedures and checks. He didn't say anything for a long time. He really knows how to play tricks. Liu Xueru's name is all on them. Don't play like this. Think for a moment, these can only be given away.

In the evening, a black car parked at the entrance of the medical center. A middle-aged man got out of the car. He looked up at the words "Miao TCM Clinic" with a cold look in his eyes, and strode into the medical center. .

"Are you Yang Fan?"

Yang Fan, who was tinkering with his cell phone, raised his head slightly. He saw the person with a strange face, an arrogant expression, and a burning gaze. He felt as if he was being stared at by a hungry wolf.

"What's the matter with me?"

Yang Fan secretly increased his vigilance and looked at the other party.

"It's not good to be so forgetful at such a young age. My husband wants to see you."

The middle-aged man spoke slowly and sounded unfriendly.

"I don't know you, and I don't know your husband. Come to the hospital if you are sick, or if you have no time for other things."

He, Yang Fan, is just a casual person who can see him whenever he wants. What do you think of him? Besides, this person's attitude is not correct enough.

"You injured Master Fang, don't you want to have an explanation?"

Yang Fan felt an inexplicable thump in his heart. Does the Fang family want to settle accounts after the fall?

"Make no mistake, the Fang family owes me an explanation."

The middle-aged man sneered.

"Don't you want to explain? Come with me."