On the day of going down the mountain, he was forced to marry by two school beauties

"you wanna die!"

When Fei Zhong saw that Chen Fan actually hit Liu Ziguang, his face darkened.

Chen Fan not only hit Liu Ziguang's face, but also Fei Zhong's face.

Han Shanhe was desperate. Given Fei Zhong's character, he would never try to save his daughter again.

At this moment, he seemed to have aged a dozen years and sat on the ground in despair.

Next to her, Shen Nange wanted to say something but didn't know how to start. She actually wanted to stop Chen Fan just now, but she didn't have time.

Shen Nange knew Chen Fan's character very well. If he didn't accept it, he would fight. Chen Fan's response to anyone's provocation was a slap in the face.

The slap felt good, but the consequences were very serious.

Fei Zhong will never treat Han Ruoxue.

As expected, Fei Zhong sneered: "Junior brother, I can cure your daughter's illness. Let this kid kneel at the door of the Medical Alliance for a day and a night."

He wanted to make Han Shanhe break up with the Shen family.

He wanted Han Shanhe to lose his clinic.

He wanted to make Han Shanhe despair.

Han Shanhe suddenly heard Fei Zhong's words, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw. He jumped up and grabbed Shen Nange's hand: "I can give you the Han family heirloom. Make him kneel down immediately."

In his opinion, no matter how good Chen Fan was at fighting, he was just the son-in-law of the Shen family, and his backing was the Shen family. If the Shen family asked Chen Fan to kneel at the door of the Medical Alliance, Chen Fan would never dare to say no.

Shen Nange looked at Han Shanhe and shook his head: "Uncle, you are forcing me. Chen Fan will not kneel to anyone."

Han Shanhe was furious: "Do you want to watch Ruoxue die?"

Shen Nange opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but didn't know how to start.

Fei Zhong sneered: "Junior brother, your niece is really heartless. She is worthy of being Shen Qianjue's granddaughter."

Han Shanhe shouted angrily: "Shen Nange, if you don't agree, I will destroy the things!"

"You're almost deafening my wife's ears."

Chen Fan was a little amused. "If I said I could save your daughter, she wouldn't die. Why would you ask others for help? Are you a masochist?"

Han Shanhe was furious: "Are you worthy enough to save my daughter?"

Chen Fan was amused by him. "Silly, you're mistaken. Your daughter isn't worthy of my treatment. Back then, the richest man in Longdu came to me for help, but I didn't have time to pay attention to him. Your daughter is far worse than him. The reason I want to treat your daughter is because of my wife."

Han Shanhe sneered: "The richest man in Longdu? Why don't you say that the richest man in the world asked you to see a doctor?"

Chen Fan nodded: "Indeed, I did ask for help. I asked someone to treat his illness."

Han Shanhe sneered: "You're talking nonsense."

He looked at Shen Nange and asked, "Look at what kind of man you found as a husband."

Shen Nange said in a deep voice: "Uncle, Chen Fan is better than any other man in Zhonghai!"

Han Shanhe sneered: "You are quite good at bragging, but I don't know whether you are good or not."

"You're really good at bragging." Fei Zhong suddenly laughed. "As far as I know, the world's richest man's illness was cured by the miraculous doctor Ye Tian. Are you saying that miraculous doctor Ye is your friend?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "Don't flatter him. He's just my little brother."

"Insanity!"

Fei Zhong sneered: "Divine Doctor Ye is one of the ten great doctors in Dragon Country. His medical skills are so perfect that even Shen Qianjue has to look up to him. Who do you think you are?"

He was very annoyed. "Divine Doctor Ye is the honorary president of the Zhonghai Medical Alliance. If you humiliate him, you are humiliating the Zhonghai Medical Alliance."

"Shame on you, you think too highly of yourselves."

Chen Fan couldn't help laughing. "You, the president of the Medical Alliance, don't even know you're sick, yet you still want to help others heal. It's simply a joke. A glimpse of the leopard is enough to tell the level of your Medical Alliance. I don't think it's much better. Ye Tian, ​​that old guy, actually became your honorary president. Is he blind?"

Fei Zhong was so angry that he laughed: "Am I sick?"

Chen Fan said disdainfully, "Look, I've already reminded you, but you still think you're not sick."

Fei Zhong sneered: "Tell me what's wrong with me."

Chen Fan said calmly, "You can't be humane. Isn't this a disease?"

Fei Zhong's face changed suddenly.

Han Shanhe, Shen Nange and others looked at Fei Zhong in astonishment.

Fei Zhong was furious and said, "Nonsense!"

He never told anyone this secret.

Chen Fan either really knows medical skills, or he has secretly investigated him and even planted spies around him.

With this in mind, Fei Zhong decided to test Chen Fan and sneered, "Since you say you know medicine, let's make a bet. Let's treat Han Ruoxue together. If you can't..."

Chen Fan said disdainfully, "You're worthy enough to bet with me? Where's your stake?"

Fei Zhong was furious, "If I lose, I will give you the position of president of the Zhonghai Medical Alliance."

Chen Fan was even more disdainful. "What kind of rubbish is this Medical Alliance? What am I doing here?"

Fei Zhong laughed in anger: "Do you know what these four words 'Zhonghai Medical Alliance' mean? The Zhonghai Medical Alliance not only brings together most of the famous doctors in Zhonghai, but also monopolizes most of the medical resources. Behind it is the backing of the three major families and the official support."

There are both constraints and cooperation between the government and the families. The Zhonghai Medical Alliance is the product of their cooperation and has great power.

"What it represents is none of my business."

Chen Fan said calmly, "If you lose, you will be my wife's personal physician, always available."

Fei Zhong sneered: "What if you lose?"

Chen Fan smiled and said, "I can help you treat your inhumane illness for free."

"you--"

Fei Zhong pointed at Chen Fan, furious.

He suppressed his anger and walked into the backyard.

Han Shanhe was surprised and delighted, and hurriedly chased after him.

Shen Nange couldn't help but say, "Chen Fan, you... are you really sure?"

Chen Fan was so confident that she was not sure whether he could really cure the disease.

"Ninety-nine point nine percent."

Chen Fan said, "Once I see the patient, I'll be 100% confident."

Shen Nange didn't believe Chen Fan's nonsense at all. "Is Doctor Ye really your friend? Are you planning to ask him to come over for help?"

"He is my little brother."

As he spoke, Chen Fan had already entered the backyard.

"You!" Shen Nange followed helplessly.

In the backyard room, Han Ruoxue was lying on the bed, skin and bones visible, with sunken cheeks and barely breathing. She was indeed dying.

Fei Zhong took out the silver needle, glanced at Chen Fan, and said arrogantly: "You don't have to go out, you can watch here."

Chen Fan didn't even look at Fei Zhong. He was looking at Han Ruoxue. Just one glance and he knew Han Ruoxue's condition.

If he didn't have this ability, how could he convince Ye Tian and other miracle doctors?

Fei Zhong began to give acupuncture.

Han Shanhe asked excitedly, "Dad's Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate, have you already restored the three missing needles?"

Fei Zhong said proudly: "I have specialized in studying ancient books, and it took me ten years to complete these three lost needles."

"No wonder Dad said when he was alive that you would surpass him sooner or later."

Han Shanhe smiled bitterly, "Even he spent his entire life trying to find the right needles, but he still couldn't complete the three lost needles."

Fei Zhong sneered at Chen Fan as he performed acupuncture. "Now that 'The Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles' has been published, do you think you still have a chance? Or have you never even heard of this acupuncture technique? If that's the case, how can you claim to know medical skills?"

Chen Fan laughed and said, "It's just child's play. A frog in a well, how can he know the immensity of the world?"

"Ignorant fanatic!"

Fei Zhong sneered and continued to perform without continuing the verbal battle with Chen Fan.

Next to her, Shen Nange was not only worried about Chen Fan, but she had also heard of the "Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate" since she was a child. Her grandfather said that the complete thirteen needles could bring the patient back from the gates of hell, so this set of acupuncture was named the "Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate".

"Watch out, she'll be back to life in no time."

Fei Zhong, with a proud look on his face, performed eleven needles.

Chen Fan suddenly stopped him: "Your acupuncture technique is wrong. After eleven needles, the patient will have a last burst of vitality; after twelve needles, he will be like a normal person; after thirteen needles, he will definitely die!"

Fei Zhong said disdainfully: "Nonsense, are you worried that you will lose?"

Han Shanhe also scolded: "You don't understand medicine, don't talk nonsense, this is my Han family's Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, it will definitely bring my daughter back to life!"

Chen Fan smiled: "My daughter is yours, it's up to you."

Shen Nange was confused. Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles, was it really wrong?

Fei Zhong continued to give acupuncture.

After eleven injections, Han Ruoxue opened her eyes and sat up.

After twelve injections, Han Ruoxue's complexion recovered and she looked like a normal person.

After thirteen injections, Han Ruoxue suddenly vomited blood and lay back on the bed.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

The electrocardiogram turned into a straight line.

She is dead.

"How can this be?"

Fei Zhong's face was ashen and the needles in his hand fell to the ground.