When Tang Fan came back, Shaoyang had recovered as usual.

"Shaoyang, remember that Uncle Tang is your savior, thank him quickly!"

Ran Chuxue pulled Shaoyang to Tang Fan.

Shaoyang was well-educated and polite, and quickly knelt down and said, "Thank you for Uncle Tang's life-saving grace, Shaoyang will never forget it!"

"What a good boy!"

Tang Fan pulled him up, and it was also very pitiful when he thought of the child's life experience.

"Shaoyang, if you go out for a while, your mother will have to talk to Uncle Tang about something."

Shaoyang walked out obediently.

Ran Ping then asked, "Young Master Tang, have you found the person who gave the talisman?"

Tang Fan replied: "Finished."

"Then...you killed him?"

Tang Fan shook his head and said, "I'll let her go."

"What, how can you let him go, this..."

Ran Ping was a little unhappy. He would never let him go easily when he dared to assassinate his grandson.

Tang Fan said coldly: "I, Tang Fan, have my own standards in doing things. Besides, I can't blame her for this. If you want to blame me, you can only blame the Five Immortal Sect!"

Ran Shengong was stunned for a moment and murmured to himself: "My Ran family has not offended the Five Immortal Sect. Could it be that this person belongs to the Five Immortal Sect?"

Tang Fan said: "This matter is a long story, and it's also a big blame for your Ran family being too rich!"

Ran Ping said: "How do you say this?"

Tang Fan looked at Ran Chuxue and asked, "Miss Ran, do you still remember the woman I killed last time in Jiangbei Hospital?"

"I remember."

"What, you killed someone in the hospital last time?"

Ran Ping looked surprised and turned his head to look at his daughter. Ran Chuxue did not tell him about this.

Tang Fan said: "Let me briefly. Before, a female disciple from the Five Immortals Sect secretly attacked some rich families in order to defraud her master of some money, and then..."

"She didn't kill Shaoyang either. She just wanted to force me to show up, so I let her go."

Tang Fan finished talking about the matter and looked at Ran Ping and said, "You said, should she die?"

"No matter what, she has the responsibility!"

Ran Ping said in a depressed manner.

Tang Fan sneered: "If you say this, I have a responsibility, do you want to seek revenge on me?"

"you……"

Ran Ping knew that because of Sakura Kawai, Tang Fan had always disliked him.

Ran Chuxue advised: "As long as she promises not to cause trouble for us, then let her go, after all, she is obeying others."

Ran Shengong also nodded and said, "Yes, enemies should be resolved rather than made up. Besides, Tang Fan has already taken over everything, and my Ran family will not be in danger anymore. Speaking of this, Tang Fan, I want to thank you!"

Ran Ping suddenly realized that he had just been considering revenge, but ignored the full consequences of Tang Fan's responsibility for the matter.

He felt guilty and looked at Tang Fan and said, "Young Master Tang, this matter has arisen because of my Ran family, but you have tried to rescue me several times. I shouldn't blame you!"

Tang Fan stopped when he saw the opportunity and said, "I won't mention the polite words. Since Shaoyang is fine, I should leave too. If the Dong family finds out, you will be implicated again!"

"Hmph, if the Dong family dares to come to the door, one will be counted as another, and there will be no mercy to kill!"

When Ran Ping heard about the Dong family, he was furious.

Tang Fan glanced at him curiously and asked, "Can you have any grudges with the Dong family?"

"It's not just a grudge, it's just a deep hatred!"

Ran Ping said gritting his teeth.

Tang Fan looked at Ran Shengong's hands hiding in his sleeves, and suddenly asked, "Old man, you haven't carved jade artifacts for a long time, right?"

Ran Shengong was stunned and nodded, "No, ordinary handicrafts, craftsmen in the jade carving factory can handle it. If the requirements are higher, I will let their father and daughter take action! As for me, I haven't touched the carving knife for several years!"

Tang Fan smiled slightly and said, "I'm afraid it's not that I don't want it, but that I can't?"

"What did you say?"

Ran Shengong suddenly raised his head, and two cold lights ejaculated in his eyes.

Ran Ping and Ran Chuxue were also surprised. They didn't know how Tang Fan discovered the problem.

Tang Fan said calmly: "Everyone said I am a miracle doctor, I don't know if this title is worthy of its name. However, no one's fault can escape my eyes!"

"Is that true?"

Ran Shengong's voice trembled a little.

Tang Fan stepped forward and walked to Ran Shengong and said, "Old man, in my opinion, how many years have you been injured on your hand?"

"How did you see it?"

Ran Shengong soared into the air, his face full of surprise.

Tang Fan said: "When you used the Linglong sword skill on me just now, I already saw the problem!"

"I have never been tolerated by others in my life. I didn't expect that today, I would actually be able to impress you a little baby, haha..."

Ran Shengong laughed loudly, shook his sleeves, revealing his dry, bloodless and somewhat black hands.

Tang Fan pulled his left hand and looked at it, wonderingly: "The meridians on his hand were completely broken and he was poisoned again. Who was putting such a heavy hand?"

Before Ran Shengong could answer, Ran Ping said: "A few years ago, my father met an enemy, and the two fought hard, but as a result, my father accidentally got into a plot and became what he is today!"

Tang Fan discovered that when Ran Ping was talking, Ran Shengong's eyes lowered, as if he was dodging himself.

As for Ran Chuxue, her expression changed even more, and a kind of unspeakable pain flashed on her face...

Tang Fan understood, Ran Ping said he was panicked, and this matter might be very complicated.

But this is someone else's family matter, so it's hard for him to inquire too much.

However, Tang Fan did not want to be regarded as a fool. He looked at Ran Chuxue and said, "The affairs of your Ran family are really complicated. A big girl has a son. Now, the famous old man Ran is almost disabled with his hands. If he says it, no one will believe it!"

"you……"

Ran Ping was shocked again. He found that in front of Tang Fan, there seemed to be no secret of the Ran family.

Tang Fan said: "The same thing, I am a doctor. When I met Miss Ran last time, I judged that Shaoyang was not her son..."

"Forget it, forgot!"

Ran Shengong sighed with emotion and stood up and said, "Tang Fan, it's too late today. Just rest in my Ran's house for a night. I think you are tired too."

Tang Fan knew that he didn't want to let him continue, so he nodded and said, "Shaoyang's disease has been cured, and there is no need for me to stay. But... I'll say something more, old man, have you never thought about curing your hand over the years?"

Ran Shengong shook his head and said helplessly: "I have invited countless so-called miracle doctors, which cost a huge price, but... you also saw it!"

Tang Fan said: "What if I can cure?"

Ran Shengong stared and said, "Take it serious?"

"Do you think I need to lie to you?"

Ran Ping interrupted: "Almost all the miracle doctors who came here judged that their father could not be saved. What special method do you have?"

Tang Fan said: "My method is a secret medical technique. It is too complicated and you can't understand it even if you say it."

"Young Master Tang, then please treat my father, please!"

Ran Ping bowed deeply.

"Tang Fan, please help me again!"

Ran Chuxue also bowed deeply.

Ran Shengong looked at his son and granddaughter, and he knew that they had thought things too simple.

He looked at Tang Fan and asked, "I think no matter what method you use, the cost should be very high, right? I wonder how much money it will cost?"

Tang Fan thought to himself that he was really a traitor, and Ma Laoxiao said lightly: "Your hand is seriously injured. Now you only have one finger on your right hand that can move. I think it will be completely scrapped in less than a month, and there is really nothing I can do at that time."
Chapter completed!