Chapter 8: First reveal of methods

"Who are you and what are you going to do?" When the middle-aged woman saw Nie Fan walking out, she ran straight to the old man in the wheelchair and screamed at him in a menacing voice.

Nie Fan ignored it and walked up to the old man who looked at him anxiously with a pained face. He took his wrist and a trace of true energy quietly seeped into his body and started to explore.

"Who are you and what did you do to my dad?" Seeing Nie Fan holding the old man's hand, the middle-aged woman rushed over to Nie Fan with a vigilant look on her face.

When the gentle man with gold-rimmed glasses saw Nie Fan's gesture of holding the old man's wrist, he immediately let go of his worries. He glanced at Nie Fan disdainfully, and looked at him calmly as before.

The 'performance' of those around you.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Section Chief Huang walked towards Nie Fan with a serious face and shouted in a deep voice.

The young man who came over glanced at the fierce-looking Section Chief Huang, and whispered anxiously into Nie Fan's ear: "Master Nie, they said there is something wrong with our medicine, and they want to close Baicaotang."

Nie Fan seemed to have no sense of the outside world. A trace of true energy circulated in the old man's body, and he knew the old man's condition in a blink of an eye.

There was a stone in his lung, which no longer threatened his life. In addition, a silver needle was inserted into the back of his neck, which happened to prevent him from speaking.

Nie Fan frowned slightly and turned to look at the middle-aged woman, then at Section Chief Huang, then at the doctor who remained expressionless, and then glanced at the group of helpers.

Patients, doctors, the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and the crowd of onlookers all gathered together at once. Anyone with any brains would know that this was premeditated.

Nie Fan didn't care who they were targeting, the most important thing was that he couldn't be disturbed now.

He held the old man's hand tightly, and a trace of energy quietly shattered the stones in his lungs. Then he picked up the old man and pressed his right hand on his neck.

His action immediately made the middle-aged woman and her husband, Section Chief Huang, nervous, and even the elegant man with golden hair suddenly changed his expression.

"What are you doing? Let go of my dad." The middle-aged woman suddenly acted violently, rushed towards Nie Fan, and pushed Nie Fan with both hands.

Nie Fan drove the wheelchair and backed away slightly. The middle-aged woman jumped into the air. Nie Fan exerted force on his right hand and suddenly raised it. There was a tiny silver needle between his index and middle fingers that could not be seen clearly until he got closer!

This action caused Dr. Na Siwen's expression to change rapidly in an instant. He clenched his fists, his face twitched slightly, and his eyes flashed coldly.

Before anyone could react, the old man who was lying in a wheelchair, sweating profusely, pale and dying, suddenly coughed violently.

"Cough cough... cough cough..."

As the old man coughed, the middle-aged woman's face suddenly widened in confusion. Looking at the old man coughing violently, she couldn't say a word in horror. His handsome husband was also panicking at this moment.

God, standing there with twitching lips and a look of horror on his face.

The gentle doctor, whose face had changed, was now pale, and his hands in his pockets were trembling uncontrollably.

Section Chief Huang, who had a serious look on his face, changed his face drastically. He was frozen there as if he had been cast on a body-fixing spell, with cold sweat pouring down his face.

"Ahem, you beast..." The old man tried his best to point at the handsome husband with a tragic look on his face, his breath was broken and he felt heartbroken.

"Dad, we know we were wrong. Please forgive us once. Dad, we really know we were wrong..." Before the old man could finish speaking, the middle-aged woman suddenly knelt on the ground and crawled towards the old man quickly, crying miserably.

Got up.

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me once..." The handsome man seemed to wake up from a sudden enlightenment, and suddenly knelt on the ground, his face full of guilt, and he 'ran' over with his legs vigorously.

"You, you..." The old man's face turned red, and his hands kept moving back and forth on his son and daughter-in-law, but his face was full of grief and anger and he couldn't say a word.

Nie Fan had no intention of watching their family conflicts. Since the old man was awake, Baicao Hall would be fine. He turned around and walked into Baicao Hall.

Baicaotang, which was almost sealed, was resolved silently by Nie Fan. The boy who was following Nie Fan had a face full of excitement. When he saw Nie Fan walking inside, he quickly followed him.

"Master Nie, thank you so much!" the young man said with excitement on his face as he followed Nie Fan.

"Send me a meal once at eight o'clock in the evening. You don't have to keep watch at other times." Nie Fan walked upstairs.

When young Wei Tao heard this, he stopped and quickly shouted to Nie Fan's back: "It's Mr. Nie."

Looking at Nie Fan's back, Wei Tao was still very excited and whispered to himself: "I wish I had the five abilities of Master Nie..."

What just happened was just an interlude. Nie Fan walked into the bathroom again, entered the bathtub filled with medicinal liquid, sat cross-legged, breathed, and was immersed in cultivation.

But he didn't know how many people were staring at Baicaotang at this time, and countless images of just now were spread to every corner of the capital.

In the Nie family compound, Pang Jing looked at the images on his mobile phone, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Even though he was at the peak of the Yuan level, he couldn't take out a silver needle that had been driven into a human body with the palm of his hand. This alone made Pang Jing start to attack Nie Fan again.

Murderous intent.

"Is Mr. Tong out of quarantine?" Pang Jing turned off the mobile phone in front of him, his eyes flickered coldly, and he asked without turning his head.

"Not yet," a subordinate standing behind him said quickly after hearing this: "Mr. Tong said before retreating that he could leave the retreat at the earliest tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" The corners of Pang Jing's eyes twitched slightly, and he immediately said: "Okay, you can continue to stare at Nie Fan."

"yes!"

In an unknown building in Dongshan, Beijing, Mr. Zhao was lying on the bed, looking over and over at the cell phone camera that Zhao Jingxuan had brought over.

"Dad." Zhao Jingxuan couldn't help but shout when she saw that the old man had not spoken for a long time.

"Jingxuan, we may have discovered a great talent." Mr. Zhao put down his mobile phone, looked at Zhao Jingxuan with a smile on his face, and narrowed his eyes. Compared with the pale and thin face when he was in a coma, Mr. Zhao's face at this moment has a brighter face.

The body has become fuller and the energy is particularly energetic.

"Dad, do you want to recruit him?" Zhao Jingxuan said in her heart as soon as she heard her father's words. Their department rarely recruits people, and those who do recruit are all extremely special people in some aspects.

When Mr. Zhao heard this, a light flashed in his eyes, and his thoughts that he didn't have in the first place really came out when Zhao Jingxuan mentioned it. He squinted his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Let's take a look."

Zhao Jingxuan frowned slightly when she heard this, with a look of hesitation on her face unconsciously. When Mr. Zhao saw his daughter's expression, he knew that she was dissatisfied with him for not personally thanking Nie Fan for saving his life, and looked at him with a smile.

She said: "Okay, you transfer the Baicao Garden to him and say that I am grateful for his life-saving grace. I will thank him in person later."

Hearing this, Zhao Jingxuan's delicate and delicate face was startled. This Baicao Garden is not an ordinary pharmacy. Not to mention the land and so on, the name of Baicao Garden is immeasurable. However, she is not used to having the same surname as her father.

After thinking about it, Zhao Jingxuan didn't think too seriously about Baicao Garden. It was just a place for them to stay. She immediately nodded and said: "I'll do it right away."

Watching his daughter leave the room, Mr. Zhao couldn't help but raise his palm. He was so skinny that he couldn't do any strenuous movements. He turned his palm and stared at it with twinkling eyes. He said to himself with a strange expression: "I can't even do it.

How did he do that?"
Chapter completed!