Zhang Yifeng stopped, returned to the bald man, and said lightly: "Zhang Yifeng, card number xxxxx."

"Okay, I'll transfer money to you using mobile banking."

The man took out his cell phone and transferred a huge sum of money to Zhang Yifeng through the mobile banking. After Zhang Yifeng confirmed that the money was received, he squatted down and placed his hand on the back of the child.

The little boy had long been in pain, and he was gritting his teeth and persevering, because this pain was no less than Lingchi, and it could be said to be cut into pieces. The reason why a child could hold on for so long was because his physique was different from ordinary people. If he were an ordinary child, he would have suffered a lot.

After a few breaths, Zhang Yifeng withdrew his hand and said to the man: "Do you have silver needles on you?"

"Silver needle? No. Master, don't you?"

The bald man frowned and suddenly felt that Zhang Yifeng was indeed very unreliable!

Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly and said, "I never thought I would treat someone, so I didn't take it."

The bald man frowned. In fact, he didn't think that Zhang Yifeng could cure his son's stubborn disease, but as the saying goes, if you lose money and eliminate disasters, you would rather trust some things than trust them.

He was helpless and helpless about his son's illness! Even though he knew that he might have been deceived, he could only bite the bullet.

This is what is called pitiful hearts of parents all over the world.

"Casual attendant..."

Zhang Yifeng frowned and called the flight attendant.

In fact, the flight attendant had noticed what was happening here for a long time and had helped me just now, but they naturally couldn't help the disease that even the hospital was helpless.

"Hello sir, what can help you?"

A beautiful and tall flight attendant came to Zhang Yifeng and was very polite.

"Please get me some unused needles."

"Okay, sir, please forgive me for asking me if you really studied medicine?"

This sentence shows that the flight attendant doesn't trust Zhang Yifeng very much. If they kill someone on the plane, they will be responsible.

Zhang Yifeng glanced at the flight attendant and said, "Yes."

The flight attendant smiled slightly and then got up to get the needle. But he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

"Get nine in total."

Zhang Yifeng spoke again.

The flight attendant was slightly stunned, but he still did.

Soon, nine needles were held in front of Zhang Yifeng. Zhang Yifeng tore open the packaging and squeezed the needle with his fingers. After all, the needle used for the syringe was not a silver needle, and the middle was hollow. The first thing he did was to pinch the needle into a needle.

This requires terrifying finger power, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary people. But for Zhang Yifeng, this is simply a piece of cake.

Soon, nine simple silver needles appeared in his hands. Although they were thicker than the special silver needles, they were also useful.

Zhang Yifeng stabbed nine needles one by one to nine acupoints on the child's body.

At first, the man and the woman looked solemn, fearing that the young man would not only fail to treat Xiaotian well, but also worsen Xiaotian's condition.

Every needle, the couple was worried.

Fortunately, as Zhang Yifeng's silver needle fell, the child's moans became smaller and smaller.

After all the nine needles fell, the child's expression became completely relaxed.

"Xiaotian, how about it?" the man immediately asked the child.

"Dad, I don't feel any more pain." The child spoke weakly, with a smile on his lips.

"It really doesn't hurt anymore!"

The bald man's body kept trembling. He was holding the mentality of 2.5 million scattering water to let Zhang Yifengxing get acupuncture. Unexpectedly, although the other party looked so unprofessional, he really eliminated his son's stubborn disease after nine injections. He just didn't know whether this was the pain temporarily stopped or it was cured forever.

At this moment, when he saw Zhang Yifeng start to collect the needle, he couldn't help asking: "Little Master, my son..."

"Don't worry, it's already done."

Zhang Yifeng sealed the young man's innate cultivation body, so the young man naturally would not feel uncomfortable anymore.

"Okay? Really?"

"Believe it or not is your business. Transfer the remaining money to me."

"Turn now, turn now!"

Without saying a word, the man transferred the remaining 2.5 million to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng confirmed the account and then planned to return to his seat, but as if he had remembered something, he whispered in the man's ear.

After hearing this, the man was slightly stunned. Zhang Yifeng told him that if one day his son came into contact with ancient martial arts, he could try to stab the Tianling acupoint with a silver needle. But if he is not a warrior, don't try it. Otherwise, the disease will recur.

The man didn't understand what Zhang Yifeng meant. Is his son's illness not completely cured? And what is ancient martial arts?

The man suddenly realized that this young man was not simple.

"My little master, can you leave your phone number? What if, I mean, what if my son relapses?" the man suddenly spoke.

Zhang Yifeng waved his hand lightly and said, "Do what I said, and you will never recur. There is no need to keep the phone number. When you meet by chance, you give money and I will treat you, it's that simple."

Zhang Yifeng's voice fell and the person had returned to his position.

"Asheng, are we young naive?" The woman looked at her man and couldn't believe it.

The bald man shook his head, he wasn't sure. He turned to ask the child: "Xiaotian, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm not feeling uncomfortable at all." The child's spirit has also recovered a lot.

...

Zhang Yifeng returned to his seat and was in a pretty good mood, but it was not because he got five million. In fact, the money was really just a number for him. As long as he had money, he was enough. He was happy that he didn't know how to chat with Qian'er, but when this happened, he didn't need to chat with him at all.

He believed that if he didn't breathe three times, Qian'er next to the aisle would take the initiative to talk to him.

"Little brother, it's not bad. I got five million with just one move."

At this moment, Bai Jingjing's voice came.

Now Zhang Yifeng didn't have time to pay attention to Bai Jingjing. He was counting his breaths silently.

One breath, two breaths...

"Doctor, is it you? I am Qian'er. Do you still remember me?"

Sure enough, when he was just taking a second breath, Qian'er on the other side of the aisle spoke to Zhang Yifeng.

Zhang Yifeng immediately turned his head and said with a puzzled look: "What are you?"

Although I know who the other party is, I still have to pretend to be a b.

"Zhang Yifeng, you!"

Bai Jingjing was so angry that she almost vomited blood when she saw Zhang Yifeng taking care of her. She simply closed her eyes, but she was clean of her eyes!

"Do you remember me, Doctor? Do you still remember my grandfather? It's the one you said that was infected with ore poison. If it weren't for you that night, I wouldn't know if my grandfather would have woken up." Qian'er reminded.

"Ore? Oh, you mean ghost eye ore, I remember it. It turned out to be you. By the way, how is your grandfather's health?" Zhang Yifeng pretended to realize it suddenly.
Chapter completed!