After twenty minutes, Zhang Fan and Lin Qingling strolled back to the coffin shop. Zhang Fan continued to pack his things, while Lin Qingling continued to sit on the kang.
"Zhang Fan, do the surrounding villages come here to look for you and your grandson at such a supernatural time?" Lin Qingling suddenly asked.
"Absolutely." Zhang Fan replied directly, "Our town is in a mountainous area with a small population. We can't make much money just by selling the dead people's things. Let's deal with the surrounding supernatural events to increase our income."
"Increase income?" Lin Qingling chuckled.
"No, the money you make every year to deal with such things is not much more than running a coffin shop. The old man's hands are dark. Of course, no matter how dark the money is, it doesn't cost tens of thousands, it's only five hundred yuan at most!" Zhang Fan continued
He said that his trip to Pingshan City gave him a new understanding of money and his own abilities.
At this time, he actually felt that his grandfather was not a bad person.
Zhang Fan didn't have many clothes. Within half an hour, he had packed up his things. He was wearing clothes that were almost the same as what he was wearing and were washed white. In addition, he had cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that he could hold in both hands.
"I still have a piece of bacon and some green peppers at home. I'll stir-fry them, and then we'll be on our way after eating." Zhang Fan forced a smile while looking at Lin Qingling.
"You can also cook?" Lin Qingling asked in surprise.
"I have been cooking since I was thirteen years old. I have been cooking for the past five years." After saying that, Zhang Fan left the room and went to the small kitchen in the courtyard outside to cook. Lin Qingling also went out to help.
After the two of them finished eating, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. They locked the door and set off on their way to Pingshan City.
Before leaving, Zhang Fan looked back at the coffin shop several times. He felt very reluctant to leave this place where he had lived for twenty years.
At about six o'clock in the evening, the two of them arrived in Pingshan City. Lin Qingling sent Zhang Fan to the hotel again and then went home. Tomorrow she said she would send Zhang Fan to Pingshan University of Technology to report, but Zhang Fan refused. Sooner or later, he would have to live.
In this city, you can't rely on others for everything.
After Zhang Fan put the things he brought from home into the room, he went downstairs. In this city, his outfit was indeed a bit conspicuous. He was going to go downstairs to buy two pieces of clothes in the surrounding stores.
What happened the day before yesterday made Zhang Fan famous in the hotel. When people in the hotel saw Zhang Fan, they would politely call him Mr. Zhang.
As soon as Zhang Fan arrived at the hotel lobby, he saw a group of people gathered in the center of the hotel lobby. Out of curiosity, Zhang Fan walked in the direction of the crowd and looked towards the center of the crowd.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Wake up!" In the center of the crowd, a girl in her twenties hugged a middle-aged woman with an anxious look on her face and sobbed in a low voice.
Seeing that there was an accident here, the hotel service staff also gathered around. The hotel lobby manager responded quickly, "Do we have a doctor here? If there is a doctor, please lend a helping hand to take a look and help.
Stabilize the condition and we'll call the emergency center immediately."
At this moment, a well-dressed man in his thirties wearing a suit quickly got through the crowd and came to the middle-aged woman volunteering, "I am a Chinese medicine doctor, let me take a look!"
After saying that, the man in suit said:
The middle-aged woman lying on the ground felt her pulse.
About two minutes later, the man in the suit frowned, looked at the girl and said, "Your mother has high blood pressure?"
A trace of surprise appeared on the girl's face, "No, my mother doesn't have high blood pressure."
"Judging from the pulse, your mother has high blood pressure. Children should pay more attention to their parents." There was a hint of preaching in the voice of the man in the suit. After speaking, he took out a cloth bag from his wallet.
After opening it, I saw that there were various silver needles wrapped inside.
"I will use acupuncture to lower your mother's blood pressure now. Once the blood pressure drops, your mother will wake up." The man in the suit said while arranging the silver needles.
Zhang Fan on the side kept staring at the middle-aged woman's somewhat pale cheek. After hearing the man in the suit's words, Zhang Fan frowned slightly.
At this time, the man in the suit had taken out the silver needle from the cloth bag, burned it with a lighter in his pocket, and inserted it into the Quchi point. The second needle was inserted into the Xuehai point, and the third needle was inserted into the Xuehai point.
Neiguan point, the fourth needle at Hegu point, and the fifth needle at Taichong point.
After these five needles were inserted, the man in the suit breathed a long sigh of relief, and a look of pride appeared on his face. The five needles he had inserted were combined in one breath, and he was extremely beautiful. The most important thing is that he was confident that he could transform the middle-aged man into a beautiful man.
The woman's blood pressure dropped smoothly and the middle-aged woman was cured.
"This young man has such beautiful acupuncture skills at such a young age. It's really not easy!" an old man praised.
"Yes! This young man is not simple!" The aunt beside the uncle also echoed.
Everyone present also nodded in praise.
Hearing these compliments, the man in the suit felt even more proud.
"Girl, your mother is fine. Just lower her blood pressure. There is no need for the emergency center to come over." The man in the suit waved his hand proudly.
Hearing what the man in a suit said, the young girl with little social experience believed it and nodded heavily.
The man in the suit glanced at the time, and again placed his finger on the middle-aged woman's pulse. The man in the suit's eyebrows twisted slightly.
Why hasn’t my blood pressure dropped yet?
The middle-aged woman was wearing white pants, and the marble floor of the hotel was also white. Only a pool of red blood appeared on the middle-aged woman's crotch. In an instant, the middle-aged woman's breathing became rapid and difficult.
Got up.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged woman's daughter was shocked, crying and shouting, "Mom, what's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
The man in the suit's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do.
There are also more and more service staff in the hotel.
The lobby manager, who is about thirty years old and wearing a tight suit and narrow skirt, is slim and good-looking. She also has a look of anxiety on her face. Although she called the emergency center, the emergency center is still a fifteen-minute drive from the hotel.
Looking at the middle-aged woman like this, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on for fifteen minutes.
Just when everyone was at a loss, a bright boy resounded throughout the crowd, "Let me try."
Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of the sound source in an instant.
The person who made this sound was none other than Zhang Fan.
Under the scrutiny of everyone, Zhang Fan slipped into the crowd and came to the middle-aged woman.
"This is a matter of life and death, don't make trouble here!" The man in the suit looked at Zhang Fan and scolded him.