Meng Bumie did not refuse, and secretly marveled at Jiang Fan's extraordinary ability. It is true to say that he has excellent medical skills. He nodded, raised a hand on the table, and said with some expectation: "Brother, if you can really treat me and...
If you cure it, I will give you a big reward!"
"Haha, what is the big reward?" Jiang Fan suddenly asked with interest. It didn't matter at first, but since the old man mentioned it himself, he naturally had to ask. The reward mentioned by the clan leader should not be bad, so why should he let it go if there are benefits.
Meng Bumie was stunned for a moment and felt a little embarrassed. He didn't expect Jiang Fan to ask the question so rudely. He didn't know how to respond for a moment. In fact, he just said it casually.
He didn't have much hope that Jiang Fan could cure his long-standing and hidden diseases. He was just treating a dead horse as a living doctor. The most powerful doctor in the clan was helpless. He also quietly tried to go to the outside world to find many famous doctors in the Fu Shen world.
Nothing can be done.
It's not a lie to say that the benefits are given to Da Da. Anyone who can cure him will naturally be willing to pay for it. It's just that someone like Jiang Fan, who is not simple, has nothing else to give. Money is too tacky, and the other party will never take it seriously.
, this question naturally cannot tell the specific reward for the time being.
"Uh, old man Meng, it turns out you deceived me, you! Haha, okay, don't worry about it, I'll show you the benefits without taking it!" Meng Bumie remained silent, and Jiang Fan naturally acted hypocritically, joking, "It's okay."
Put it on his wrist and feel his pulse.
"Brother, you misunderstood. I'm not deceiving you and telling you the truth. I'm just trying to figure out what kind of remuneration is appropriate for you. You don't want to get remuneration that you're not interested in!" Meng Bumie was depressed.
, explained hurriedly.
"Yes, then you can take your time and think about it!" Jiang Fan replied with a smile and did not bother to bother the old man to avoid unnecessary embarrassment.
Meng Bumie opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He began to seriously consider what kind of reward he would be given if he could cure himself by joining Jiang Fan.
"Old man Meng, your vitality has been severely injured. Your pulse is very weak in nature, but the specific manifestations are sometimes weak and sometimes strong. There seems to be some kind of undercurrent surging in the blood. Have you taken Fu Shen Dan to maintain your vitality?
?" Jiang Fan asked with a frown after checking his pulse for a few seconds.
"Well, you can also see this. Yes, my vitality was indeed seriously injured, and my soul was severely depleted. Fortunately, my family's secret skills were able to recover a lot, but it was unable to be restored and left with very serious hidden diseases. I could only rely on the Fu Shen
Dan Weiji!" Meng Bumie said in shock.
"No wonder, you are not injured, nor poisoned, nor sick. It turns out that the root cause is your soul. Come, let me check the condition of your soul. Don't move, just relax!" Jiang Fan suddenly said,
He released his hand from Meng Wumie's wrist and moved it towards his eyebrows.
Checking the soul, Meng Bumie was shocked. He watched his hand move to the center of his eyebrows, a hint of vigilance flashed in his eyes. His body trembled slightly, and he moved a little later, but soon stopped moving. A look of perseverance appeared in his eyes.
There is also some tension.
"Why, you're worried that I'm going to harm you. Don't worry, it won't do any good for me to harm you, and it's unnecessary!" Jiang Fan naturally noticed that Meng Bumie's reaction was a little funny and said with relief.
When Meng Bumie was told, Zhen Si looked embarrassed and laughed a few times, a little embarrassed. The Saint was also nervous, her beautiful watery eyes widened, and many people were close to Jiang Fan. It seemed that if something was wrong, she would come to the rescue.
"There are many cracks in the Yuan Shen, and scabs have formed. The cracks in the Yuan Shen should have appeared a long time ago. The damaged Yuan Shen has healed, and the scabs should have disappeared without leaving any traces. However, the scabs have not disappeared and are very loose. This is
What's going on?" Jiang Fan soon asked with a solemn expression and confusion.
"Old man Meng, your situation is very bad. Although the damaged spirit has formed scabs, it has not healed for a long time and is on the verge of collapse. You are in danger. Even if you continue to take the Fu Shen Dan, you won't be able to last much longer!
"Then Jiang Fan warned with a serious face.
Meng Bumie seemed to know his situation. He trembled at the corner of his mouth and said nothing, but his face was much darker. When the saint heard this, her eyes were horrified. She eagerly grabbed Jiang Fan's arm and asked, "Can you cure my father?"
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Ah! Jiang Fan was grabbed by the Saint, and suddenly a faint light flashed at the contact area of the arm. Jiang Fan screamed and jumped up, grinning and stroking his arm with his hand, looking at the Saint in horror.
He said angrily: "What are you doing? Why did you shock me!"
Wu Yazhi and Li Yingjiao were both shocked. They jumped up almost at the same time and rushed to Jiang Fan to check his arm, while shouting: "What did you do?"
The two women did not take action. They also saw that the saint did not mean to hurt anyone, otherwise she would have launched an attack. They were just confused as to why this situation occurred.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean to, I forgot not to touch you!" The saint was also startled, and then she felt very depressed and embarrassed and hurriedly apologized.
"Nalan, what's wrong with you? Why didn't you remove the protective electric shield? Don't you know that would hurt people?" Meng Bumie was startled and scolded.
"I, I was worried just now, so that's what I did. I forgot about it in a hurry!" The saint lowered her head in shame and defended vaguely.
"Protective electric shield? Oh, I understand. You don't understand spells, but you carry some strange treasure to protect yourself. No wonder you dare to face me alone without fear!" Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and then understood, and was very surprised.
Already.
"Uh, little brother, you two girls, I'm really sorry. My little girl is too worried and impatient. Please forgive me for not being weird!" Meng Bumie apologized again.
"Forget it, holy girl, you should stay away from me!" Jiang Fan asked very depressedly. It was really uncomfortable to be shocked, and it was not easy to have an attack. It was true that she didn't mean it, but she had experienced it.
Now let’s talk about the mysterious side of the saint.
Wu Yazhi and Li Yingjiao were also helpless. Fortunately, there was nothing wrong with Jiang Fan's arm, so they gave up and returned to their seats to sit down. However, they looked at the saint in a different light, and the saint obediently took a few steps back to create some distance.
"Thank you for your generosity, little brother!" Meng Bumie said gratefully.
"Can you please cure my father?" The saint, who was very concerned about her father, asked again. This time she was too embarrassed to approach Jiang Fan.
"I'm not sure now. Please tell me the story of why the soul was damaged. I need to know the situation to know whether it can be cured!" Although he was shocked, Jiang Fan did not give the saint a look and responded calmly.
road.
There was no real conflict in the first place. They were also filial, but it was unintentional. Jiang Fan was not a stingy person, so he naturally wouldn't care about it. What happened before was actually not a big deal, not to mention that the saint might be used in the future.
"This...!" The saint hesitated for a moment and looked at Meng Bumie, who also had a look of embarrassment on his face.
"Why, it's hard to say. This is troublesome. You have to understand the situation when seeing a doctor. Otherwise, how can you treat him?" Jiang Fan frowned and looked at the saint and then at Meng Bumie.
"Father, it doesn't matter if you talk about it!" the saint said softly.
"Okay, let's talk about it, but brother, two girls, you three must keep this matter a secret and never spread it out!" Meng Bumie thought for a while and gritted his teeth before solemnly requesting.
"Don't worry, I'm not going around publicizing other people's private hobbies!" Jiang Fan responded, and Wu Yazhi and Li Yingjiao also affirmed their stance.
"Hey, this matter has to start more than 100,000 years ago. You all know about the invasion of the Monk tribe by the three major forces, right?" Meng Bumie asked after sorting out his thoughts.