Douluo: You call this a toy

After getting into the car, Yang Fan immediately called Bai Feng and told him not to come.

"Although Fang Tianba is my elder, I know very well what kind of virtue he has. He must have provoked you first!"

Knowing that Fu Pengchun's identity was unusual, and wanting to know his true intentions, he told Fang Qiankun about the trouble he went to the medical center and everything that happened.

Fu Pengchun pondered for a moment and said, "It is indeed the Fang family's problem. Fang Tianba owes you an explanation."

"If you don't explain anything, if you trouble me again, he won't be as lucky as he is today."

Yang Fan was right, and Fu Pengchun also believed that he did what he said. However, he was very confused. Before he got in the car, he didn't find the pistol on him. Where did he get it?

"It's not fun to use guns. It's best not to use them in the future."

This shocked Yang Fan. He didn't think so much at the time. It was indeed inappropriate to hold a gun illegally. In fact, he wasn't worried. As long as there was no evidence of when he fired, no one could do anything to him. Besides, the gun was definitely found. less than.

"I picked it up from the ground. I don't know who dropped it. I threw it away."

Fu Pengchun just smiled. He was so skillful with the gun. Who would believe that he picked it up?Could it be that he has another special identity?Send Yang Fan to the hospital, make an appointment for a meeting place in the evening, and leave directly.

"Master, are you okay?"

There were no patients in the medical center at this time. Emperor Ouyang seemed very excited when he saw that he came back safe and sound. He had specifically inquired about the Fang family and had disabled Fang Qiankun. They would not give up and call Yang Fan over. He would be injured if he didn't die. , if you don’t reply within a few minutes, be prepared to call and ask. ?

"Not a good one."

Yang Fan flexed his relatively strong muscles and was sweating profusely in that battle. He didn't think about the consequences at all at that time.

"Brother Fan, I knew you were fine. For a handsome and powerful man like you, who is both skilled in medicine and martial arts, and invincible, no one can do anything to you."

Hearing Yin Xiaofu's comment, Yang Fan subconsciously flicked her forehead and said with a smile: "Don't praise me, otherwise, I will be proud."

"It hurts so much, can you be gentle?"

Yin Xiaofu smiled sweetly with a shy expression, but Ouyang Emperor covered his forehead and said, "Master, please don't be ambiguous in front of me, okay? First of all, let me declare that you two cannot develop into a couple. I don't want her to become my master. Milk."

"Di Zai, do you want to die?"

She bared her teeth and claws to grab him, and Emperor Ouyang was so frightened that he hid behind Yang Fan, "Master, this nurse is so arrogant that she even dares to beat up an expert in the clinic. Hurry and recruit some gentle ones."

"Stop making trouble, I haven't eaten yet, Xiaofu, go get me something to eat."

Yang Fan gave her 100 yuan, Yin Xiaofu took out the check, asked him to go to the bank to cash it, and hurried out.

After this incident, it was expected that Fang Tianba would not dare to play tricks on him, so he did not rush to the bank. It was just after five o'clock and the restaurant chef had not yet gone to work, so Yin Xiaofu cooked a bowl of instant noodles and two large hams.

Today's income was more than 8 yuan. After handing over the accounts, Ouyang Di and Yin Xiaofu got off work one after another.

Bai Lan came over from school and sat next to Yang Fan. She couldn't help but grab his wrist for pulse. She felt deeply for a while and said with a smile: "He's recovering well."

What would happen if she knew that Yang Fan not only spent the whole morning in the clinic, but also went to the Fang Mansion to have a fight.

"It's all because of Dr. Bai's good medical skills. Otherwise, I would still be in bed unable to move. If you want to eat something tonight, let me reward you."

"I'm very well-raised and I'm never picky about food."

"Okay, come with me to see a patient later."

At around six o'clock, Bai Lan drove Yang Fan out of the hospital.

Nanzhou Hotel.

As soon as Yang Fan and Bai Lan got out of the car, Fu Pengchun came to greet them.

"Doctor Yang, this is this?"

Seeing a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament next to Yang Fan, Fu Pengchun smiled lightly, thinking that he was his girlfriend, but it was just inconvenient to ask directly.

"Mr. Fu, let me introduce to you. Her name is Bai Lan and she is a doctor."

"Bai Lan? Sounds familiar? Oh, I remember it. One of the four beauties in Nanzhou."

Yang Fan was stunned for a moment, why hadn't he heard of it before, and asked curiously: "Which four are they?"

Now Fu Pengchun was stunned, "You don't know?"

"Bai Lan, Chu Mengying, Zhou Siqi, and someone else's name, I don't remember clearly."

It can't be such a coincidence, right?Let him, Yang Fan, meet him.

The corners of Bai Lan's lips curled up slightly, "This gentleman is really good at praising others. How come I haven't heard of him myself?"

"Humble, humble."

Fu Pengchun and the other three got into the special elevator and went up to the luxurious presidential suite on the top floor. He used his room card to swipe the sensor area on the door, and the door opened.

An old man was sitting on the sofa in the living room, with a wheelchair next to him.

"Master, this is the Dr. Yang I mentioned to you."

The three of them came to the old man, and Fu Pengchun introduced him respectfully.

The old man looked to be about sixty years old, with a calm but commanding face, a unibrow, and big eyes. Although he was old, he was in good spirits.

He held a yellowed book in his hand, looked at Yang Fan a few times, then moved his eyes to Bai Lan, and then placed the book on the sofa.

"Doctor Yang, Pengchun praised you a lot in front of me and said how great your medical skills are. In the end, I was persuaded by him, so you can check me first."

Sensing a trace of doubt in the old man's eyes, Yang Fan didn't feel uncomfortable. Who told him to look young? If he had white hair and a flowing beard, he probably wouldn't doubt his medical skills.

Yang Fan sat next to the old man, shook his head at his stretched out wrist: "No need."

There was a flash of displeasure in the old man's eyes. He didn't check his pulse to diagnose the disease. This kid is so crazy.

However, less than half a minute later, Yang Fan said: "My legs have been paralyzed for at least half a year."

The old man looked at Fu Pengchun, thinking he was the one who told Yang Fan, and shouted: "Talk too much."

Fu Pengchun was a little aggrieved and didn't say anything. In front of the master, even if he was wronged, he couldn't defend himself.

"What do you think caused it?"

The old man asked again.

"You have bronchial asthma and long-term use of hormone drugs has caused bilateral femoral head necrosis."

It was said so accurately that the old man couldn't help but look at Fu Pengchun again, "Who told you to say that?"

Fu Pengchun felt aggrieved and finally said: "I didn't say anything."

The old man obviously didn't believe it. He couldn't take his pulse and even took hormone medicine. I'm afraid no one would believe it.

The other party still didn't believe it, so Yang Fan had no choice but to take strong medicine, "Actually, the fact that your legs are disabled has nothing to do with femoral head necrosis, but is caused by the leg techniques you practiced."

"Kicking? Are you sure?"

A ray of light burst out from the old man's eyes.

"That's right, you should be able to do a kind of kicking? Every time you practice, due to improper kicking, it is easy to sprain the hip joint and injure the femoral head! This is the direct cause of your paralysis of both legs."

The old man laughed loudly and looked at Yang Fan, "Young man, it's useless to talk so much. Are you sure that I can be cured?"

Fu Pengchun was a little nervous. He came all the way to Nanzhou, mainly to treat his master's leg. If he couldn't cure it, he would be scolded to death by his old man when he returned.

"At least [-]%."

"Okay, how can I cooperate?"

Today's young people are too good at boasting. If it can't be cured, it depends on what he says. To be precise, [-]% of the time, the old man has no hope for the young doctor in front of him.