Lu Fan was stunned and looked at Chen Feng subconsciously.
It is simply unbelievable that a person who can find all the eight wonderful medicines would be reduced to asking for medical treatment on his own.
Chen Feng nodded: "Yes, I have a very important patient here who has been suffering from illness for many years and is in urgent need of Brother Lu's treatment. I hope Brother Lu will not refuse."
Lu Fan looked at him in surprise. The scene where Nanmu reprimanded Qiao Shi and others just now was obviously done to him deliberately while waiting for him to arrive. He just wanted to show off their powerful methods.
The rescue, as well as Ba Shan Miao's medicinal introduction, such a huge force has done so much, but in the end it was just to allow himself to take action to see a doctor?
"I think you may be mistaken. I'm not a miracle doctor, and I can't see any difficult or complicated diseases."
Lu Fan said calmly: "If you are in urgent need of a medical expert, I can introduce you to a few people who may be able to help the patient's condition."
He wanted the Blood Medicine Sect to treat this person. After all, the Blood Medicine Sect has been born, and what is most needed now is to get acquainted with this kind of power. Moreover, the main competition of the Medicine God Competition has just begun. He should have time to come to Nandu to meet the patient.
A face.
"Are you talking about the Blood Medicine Sect?"
Nanmu obviously understood Lu Fan's thoughts and shook his head: "The blood medicine sect cannot cure his disease. In the whole world, only you can cure it. I hope brother Lu will stop shirk. Saving people is like putting out a fire.
There should be no delay.”
Seeing that the other party said this, Lu Fan didn't know what to do anymore.
After all, I still owe someone my life, and I have no reason to refuse.
"I can see the patient, but since you have checked my details thoroughly, you should naturally know how much my medical skills are worth. If I really can't cure him, I won't be able to return you the eight virtues.
"
Lu Fan said helplessly: "I won't do random killings. To be precise, you should get nothing."
If the other party can even produce the Silver Bear Battle Order, then he not only understands himself clearly, but it is very likely that this patient has some relationship with him.
"We want nothing from you. From the moment you walked into this room, we have treated you as one of our own."
Nanmu stood up and said, "Now that it's settled, let's go see the patient first. Brother Lu will know if it's successful or not."
"You don't need to tell me what the disease is first?" Lu Fan asked doubtfully. Before seeing a doctor, you should at least know what the disease is so that you can be prepared.
"No, please, Brother Lu."
Nanmu made an invitation gesture and said to Lu Fan.
Lu Fan initially thought that Nanmu was the owner of this place, but the actual situation was not like this.
Nanmu led the way, Lu Fan walked in the middle, and Nanmu followed at the back. The three of them left the back of the room, walked down the stairs, then walked through a forest, walked around several rockeries, and followed the bluestone brick road.
Moving forward, we finally came to the gate of the courtyard built next to the woods.
The grass is deep and the wisteria is twining.
The courtyard is very small, with a complete ancient Chinese style building. The red lacquered wooden doors and high walls with red tiles look very unique.
"Don't talk nonsense when you go in later."
Hai Ziyuan stood at the door of Bieyuan and said: "Otherwise I will cut your tongue."
"I'm a doctor." Lu Fan said, "Since you won't let me speak, why did you bring me here?"
"Do you want to die?"
Hai Ziyuan didn't expect Lu Fan to refute her, so she said coldly.
"Ziyuan, is little friend Lu Fan here?"
At this time, an old and weak voice suddenly sounded in the yard.
Hai Ziyuan's expression changed, and she hurriedly replied: "Yes, Gu, the person is already here, right at the door."
ancient?
Lu Fan frowned, thinking hard about the information related to this title.
"Let him in."
The old man's voice sounded weak. He said it in one breath, as if he had no breath to swallow it back.
Hai Ziyuan nodded, pulled Lu Fan and walked into the back room.
Lu Fan finally saw Gu Gu, an old man lying on a bamboo chair.
The ancient body is very tall, even when he is lying there, it gives people a strong sense of oppression. His facial features are very rough, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a thick beard, and silver-white hair scattered on the head of the chair.
It looks like it hasn't been taken care of in many years.
He couldn't move his hands or feet, only his head could move. When his eyes fell on Lu Fan, Lu Fan felt his whole body tremble and almost fell to his knees.
