Wen Shangqing's slightly surprised voice came from the phone, "Okay, I'll be right over."

"Yeah, I'll send you the location." Xiang Xingshan was excited. Although he spent a thousand, fortunately, Master Wen Shang Qingwen agreed to take action.

Wen Shangqing, the doctor with the magic hand, has a great reputation and is the well-deserved number one doctor in Shu City. Even compared with famous doctors in first-tier cities such as Yanjing and Shanghai, Wen Shangqing belongs to the upper class.

Yuan Zhongxian chuckled and said: "If you can ask Master Wen to take action, your father will probably not die in a short time, but even Wen Shangqing cannot cure your father!"

Xiang Xingshan's face darkened. Did Yuan Zhongxian say that he was addicted when he said sarcastic words?

"Master Yuan, you are a doctor and you should think about the well-being of your patients. Are you not afraid of damaging your reputation by always saying such sarcastic remarks?"

Yuan Zhongxian smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm just telling the truth. Everything will be clear when Wen Shangqing arrives."

Xiang Xingshan stopped talking and began to wait quietly. Now he could only place his hope on Wen Shangqing. As long as Wen Shangqing cured his father, everything would be fine.

Xiang Xingshan and others were not kept waiting for too long, and Wen Shangqing arrived quickly.

Wen Shangqing is an old man about fifty years old. He is unshaven and unkempt, and is very different from the doctors Lin Zifeng has seen before.

After he came in, Xiang Xingshan hurriedly handed the century-old blood ginseng to Wen Shangqing, "Master Wen, this is the century-old blood ginseng. I also ask Master Wen to save my father."

Wen Shangqing casually took the century-old blood ginseng, looked at it, and then put it away after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

Then Wen Shangqing came to Xiang Beiyuan, took a look at Xiang Beiyuan's situation, and couldn't help but frown.

"Lung cancer is in the advanced stage, Yin Fire is deficient, and he is already terminally ill. There is no cure for it. I can at most provide some relief and let him live a few more months."

Wen Shangqing said these words and asked

Xingshan staggered slightly, "Is there really no other way?"

"No, at least, I don't have the ability to cure him." Wen Shangqing shook his head. He devoted himself to studying medicine, and his achievements in medicine were quite good.

Unfortunately, he was helpless.

"I collect things, I can treat people, but the decision-making power is in your hands." Wen Shangqing said calmly. He has been practicing medicine for many years and has seen too many life, separation and death, and he has long been numb.

Lin Zifeng was waiting for this opportunity. The three Tianzi-shaped silver needles in the ancient painting were what Lin Zifeng needed very much, and he would not hesitate to save Xiang Beiyuan for this.

"Little uncle, I told you that I can cure your father. Since Master Wen can't do anything now, let me do it!"

Lin Zifeng's voice was calm, but it caught Wen Shangqing's attention.

He looked over and said with a hint of displeasure: "Saving people and treating their illnesses is a big deal. Taking other people's lives to deceive and defraud will result in retribution."

Yuan Zhongxian also echoed: "Master Wen is right. You don't learn well at a young age, and you are still here pretending to be a famous doctor to treat diseases. Do you know how serious Xiang Beiyuan's condition is?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head indifferently and ignored Wen Shangqing and Yuan Zhongxian. Instead, he looked at Xiang Xingshan and said, "Promise me a request. I can save your father."

Without waiting for Xiang Xingshan's reply, Li Yarong roared angrily: "Lin Zifeng, you are still talking nonsense here. Do you really think our Xiang family's money is so easy to cheat? Please get out of my house now, I don't want to see you.

.”

Lin Zifeng smiled. He was originally planning to save Xiang Beiyuan for the sake of the three Tianzi silver needles, but in this case, he would let Xiang Beiyuan fend for himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, Xiang Xingshan suddenly gritted his teeth and said:

"Xiao Feng, I believe you. If you have any request, just say it, as long as it can save my dad, I will agree to it." Wen Shangqing's slightly surprised voice came from the phone, "Okay, I will

Just come here."

"Yeah, I'll send you the location." Xiang Xingshan was excited. Although he spent a thousand, fortunately, Master Wen Shang Qingwen agreed to take action.

Wen Shangqing, the doctor with the magic hand, has a great reputation and is the well-deserved number one doctor in Shu City. Even compared with famous doctors in first-tier cities such as Yanjing and Shanghai, Wen Shangqing belongs to the upper class.

Yuan Zhongxian chuckled and said: "If you can ask Master Wen to take action, your father will probably not die in a short time, but even Wen Shangqing cannot cure your father!"

Xiang Xingshan's face darkened. Did Yuan Zhongxian say that he was addicted when he said sarcastic words?

"Master Yuan, you are a doctor and you should think about the well-being of your patients. Are you not afraid of damaging your reputation by always saying such sarcastic remarks?"

Yuan Zhongxian smiled disdainfully and said, "I'm just telling the truth. Everything will be clear when Wen Shangqing arrives."

Xiang Xingshan stopped talking and began to wait quietly. Now he could only place his hope on Wen Shangqing. As long as Wen Shangqing cured his father, everything would be fine.

Xiang Xingshan and others were not kept waiting for too long, and Wen Shangqing arrived quickly.

Wen Shangqing is an old man about fifty years old. He is unshaven and unkempt, and is very different from the doctors Lin Zifeng has seen before.

After he came in, Xiang Xingshan hurriedly handed the century-old blood ginseng to Wen Shangqing, "Master Wen, this is the century-old blood ginseng. I also ask Master Wen to save my father."

Wen Shangqing casually took the century-old blood ginseng, looked at it, and then put it away after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it.

Then Wen Shangqing came to Xiang Beiyuan, took a look at Xiang Beiyuan's situation, and couldn't help but frown.

"Lung cancer is in the advanced stage, Yin Fire is deficient, and he is already terminally ill. There is no cure for it. I can at most provide some relief and let him live a few more months."

Wen Shangqing said these words and asked

Xingshan staggered slightly, "Is there really no other way?"

"No, at least, I don't have the ability to cure him." Wen Shangqing shook his head. He devoted himself to studying medicine, and his achievements in medicine were quite good.

Unfortunately, he was helpless.

"I collect things, I can treat people, but the decision-making power is in your hands." Wen Shangqing said calmly. He has been practicing medicine for many years and has seen too many life, separation and death, and he has long been numb.

Lin Zifeng was waiting for this opportunity. The three Tianzi-shaped silver needles in the ancient painting were what Lin Zifeng needed very much, and he would not hesitate to save Xiang Beiyuan for this.

"Little uncle, I told you that I can cure your father. Since Master Wen can't do anything now, let me do it!"

Lin Zifeng's voice was calm, but it caught Wen Shangqing's attention.

He looked over and said with a hint of displeasure: "Saving people and treating their illnesses is a big deal. Taking other people's lives to deceive and defraud will result in retribution."

Yuan Zhongxian also echoed: "Master Wen is right. You don't learn well at a young age, and you are still here pretending to be a famous doctor to treat diseases. Do you know how serious Xiang Beiyuan's condition is?"

Lin Zifeng shook his head indifferently and ignored Wen Shangqing and Yuan Zhongxian. Instead, he looked at Xiang Xingshan and said, "Promise me a request. I can save your father."

Without waiting for Xiang Xingshan's reply, Li Yarong roared angrily: "Lin Zifeng, you are still talking nonsense here. Do you really think our Xiang family's money is so easy to cheat? Please get out of my house now, I don't want to see you.

.”

Lin Zifeng smiled. He was originally planning to save Xiang Beiyuan for the sake of the three Tianzi silver needles, but in this case, he would let Xiang Beiyuan fend for himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Zifeng turned around and prepared to leave, but at this moment, Xiang Xingshan suddenly gritted his teeth and said:
Chapter completed!