Zhong Boyong shouted and was the first to rush towards the scene of the incident.
Lu Fan also walked over, bent down to pick up Shennong's Wish, and held it in his hand.
The raw jade is cold to the touch, but strands of warmth pierce into the skin, dissipate in the meridians, and slowly converge towards the Dantian.
"This thing seems a bit interesting..."
Lu Fan's lips curled up with a touch of teasing, then he carefully put away Shennong's Wish and looked at Zhong Ziyan who was held in Zhong Boyong's arms.
"The evil spirit has been eliminated. Now I want to give the patient acupuncture."
Lu Fan looked at Zhong Boyong and said, "Prepare a quiet room for me."
Zhong Boyong was ecstatic when he heard this: "Hurry, prepare a room for Mr. Lu!"
Zhong Boyong has many things going on at the moment. As the richest man in Jinling, Jinling is one of the most powerful people in the south of the Yangtze River. He has met many real high-ranking bosses. Rich people from all over China are not even half as elegant as Lu Fan just now.
The courage to look down on the world, hold everything in his hands, and strategize is probably only possessed by those who truly possess powerful power.
After all, money and power are just external things. At critical moments, they become less reliable.
Zhong Waner and the others hurriedly led Lu Fan to a quiet room, a private courtyard. Zhong Waner personally stood guard at the door.
At this moment, no one doubts Lu Fan anymore. He holds thunder in his hand, kills evil spirits, and chases Zhong Zi, who is possessed by evil spirits, into the yard. How can he be compared to a dabbler like Master Huang?
Master, this is definitely a real master!
Especially Zhong Waner, who couldn't help but guard the door for Lu Fan. Her mind was now full of the scene where Lu Fan held the thunder in his hand and controlled life and death. Although Lu Fan still looked ordinary, in Zhong Waner's eyes,
But he is more charming and attractive than the top rich and handsome men.
It took a full hour and a half before Lu Fan walked out of the room, wrote a soothing note and handed it to Zhong Boyong.
"Press the medicine above and then do it three times a day. Do not stop the acupuncture at the Zujian point. The patient will be almost cured in three days at most."
"Of course, she is fine now. If you want to go in, you can go in and see her now, but don't disturb her."
Lu Fan drank the tea handed over by Zhong Waner. He had just performed a complete set of Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate on Zhong Waner. The physical exertion was huge, and coupled with the previous fight, his face was a little pale.
Zhong Boyong was ecstatic when he heard this, and immediately strode into the room, but within two minutes, he walked out with excitement on his face.
As the saying goes, long-term illness cures illness.
During the five years when Zhong Ziyan was seriously ill and no doctor dared to see him, Zhong Boyong had trained himself to be half a doctor. With just a glance, he judged that his daughter's body had returned to normal and was only temporarily comatose. Even though she seemed to be improving,