"Xiao Ling, this little gentleman is a Taoist master. I have personally experienced his abilities. I brought him here just because I want him to help our children see a doctor." Sister Yu took the initiative to introduce.
Xiaoling glanced at Sister Yu, then at Zhang Fan, and said: "Thank you Sister Yu for your kindness, and thank you Mr. Xiao for your kindness. I know my son's illness well and he will never recover.
There is no need for us to waste any more time on him. I will just take care of him for the rest of my life. In fact, this is quite good. He spends longer with his parents than any other child."
When Xiaoling said the last words, she was actually comforting herself, because both his face and his voice were full of bitterness.
"What you said is too arbitrary. If you don't let Mr. Little take a look, how do you know Mr. Little can't cure our child's disease?" Sister Yu retorted directly.
Xiaoling glanced at Sister Yu awkwardly, and then said: "Sister Yu, come to the kitchen with me. You can bring a glass of the orange juice I just squeezed to the little gentleman."
Sister Yu glanced at Zhang Fan, and then entered the kitchen with Xiaoling.
"Xiao Ling, please let this young gentleman take a look before you talk. This young gentleman's methods are very clever. He can even tell what I think." After the two of them arrived in the kitchen, Sister Yu said.
"Sister Yu, I appreciate your kindness, but it's useless to let him see it. In fact, I have also found Xuanmen people in these years, and they are much older than this young gentleman. This Xuanmen people are more and more mature.
The older you are, the more capable you are. They can't cure my son's disease. How can this young man cure my son's disease?" Xiaoling said in disbelief.
"People cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured. You cannot deny him just because he is young." Sister Yu continued to argue for Zhang Fan.
Although the voices of the two people talking in the kitchen were very low, ordinary people sitting on the sofa in the living room would not be able to hear their conversation, but for Zhang Fan, who practices Qi, hearing their conversation was nothing.
Difficult matter.
Because of his age, this kind of situation didn't happen once or twice, so Zhang Fan got used to it.
Zhang Fan agreed to come with Sister Yu to see the child this time. On the one hand, he felt pity for the child, and on the other hand, he wanted to get some information about the bottom of the well from the child. After all, the child fell into the well and fell into the well.
It became what it is now.
While the two were talking, Zhang Fan stood up and walked towards the little boy sitting next to the computer.
After the little boy felt Zhang Fan sitting next to him, the little boy slowly turned his head, looked at Zhang Fan and chuckled, stuttering: "Brother..."
Zhang Fan smiled and nodded. At the stall where the two looked at each other, Zhang Fan clearly saw the little boy's face. The little boy's Yintang position was still normal, and there was no sign of life-threatening danger.
However, a large group of gray aura was condensed in the location of his Palace of Disease, and this group of gray aura represented the little boy's current illness.
"Give your hand to brother." Zhang Fan said in a soft voice.
The little boy rolled up his arm sleeves and handed his arm to Zhang Fan in a silly manner.
Smiling.
After Zhang Fan took the little boy's arm, he put his left hand on the little boy's pulse, and his right hand on the little boy's vagina.
Soon, Zhang Fan diagnosed the little boy's illness. The little boy's body was very healthy, but his soul was damaged. Fortunately, it was not serious. With Zhang Fan's current strength, he could cure the little boy's illness.
The damaged soul is repaired.
At this moment, Sister Yu and Xiaoling came out carrying three glasses of juice.
When they saw Zhang Fan next to the little boy, they walked towards the little boy. After walking to Zhang Fan's side, Sister Yu said: "Little sir, come and drink juice."
Zhang Fan took the juice and drank it into his stomach in one gulp.
"I'll pour you another drink." Sister Yu said quickly.
"No need." Zhang Fan waved his hand, then turned his gaze to Xiaoling and asked, "You don't believe that I can cure your son's disease?"
Upon hearing Zhang Fan's words, Xiaoling was startled for a moment, then quickly said: "How is that possible?"
"Since you believe me, I will start treating your son." Zhang Fan said.
As soon as these words came out, Sister Yu and Xiaoling were a little confused. Then they started to treat their sons? Isn't this too fast?
"Okay! Okay!" After Sister Yu came to her senses, she said two words "ok" one after another, and then she heard him ask immediately, "Little sir, do you need me to prepare some shit?"
, chicken blood, glutinous rice, cinnabar and the like.”
"I don't need these things." Zhang Fan clapped his hands.
Sister Yu nodded in agreement, and then said to Xiaoling: "After some masters' magic power reaches a certain level, these external things can only play an auxiliary role and become irrelevant. This young gentleman is
That kind of person."
Xiaoling laughed dryly and nodded numbly. From her heart, she did not believe that Zhang Fan was a master with powerful magic powers.
As soon as Sister Yu finished speaking, Zhang Fan took out the silver from the cloth bag. After seeing the silver needle in Zhang Fan's hand, Sister Yu and Xiaoling were both a little surprised.
"Sir, do you know your medical skills?" Sister Yu asked curiously.
"Yes." Zhang Fan replied truthfully, "The greatest ability of people in Xuanmen is to eliminate evil spirits and solve spells, not to cure people's diseases.
This little boy's condition is neither caused by evil spirits nor a problem with magic. He is really sick, but the location of his illness is not his body, but his soul."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Fan placed the first silver needle on the little boy's body. The little boy's body shook violently, his eyelids rolled up, and he collapsed on the chair.
He looked like he had swallowed his breath.
Seeing this situation, Xiaoling lost her composure instantly. She quickly walked to her son and shouted "son" five times, but her son did not give an answer.
"I used acupuncture to put your son into a coma. Don't worry too much." Zhang Fan comforted Xiaoling, "The three of us put his body down together. I will continue to use acupuncture to heal him."
His illness was completely cured."
Xiaoling glanced at Zhang Fan who was full of confidence. After a brief hesitation, a flash of determination flashed in her eyes. His son was already like this. How could he be worse?
Now, as long as there is the slightest possibility of saving his son, he is willing to give it a try.