Zhang Fan replied, and then asked, "Where is your friend now?"
"In the urban area of southeastern Guizhou."
Wu Jun replied.
As soon as he said this, Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows slightly, and the little chubby lady was also in the urban area of Qiandongnan.
"Life is at stake, I have to get there as soon as possible, right?"
Zhang Fan asked.
Mr. Wu is always on call. This person has such a good relationship with Mr. Wu, so Zhang Fan must help him.
After hearing that Zhang Fan agreed, Wu Jun quickly thanked him and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhang."
"Of course, the sooner the better, but according to my observation, he is fine for the time being. It is getting late now. You should have a good rest. You should be able to make it over tomorrow."
Wu Jun continued.
"Just in case, I'd better go today."
Zhang Fan replied, since he decided to help, he couldn't make any mistakes.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Wu Jun added, "You also know that my half-baked medical skills are really not very accurate."
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Fan started to book tickets. There were no direct tickets from the scenic spot to Qiandongnan City. Zhang Fan needed to go to the city first and then to Qiandongnan City.
Even if there were, Zhang Fan would go to the airport in the city first. After all, tomorrow the Fatty family and Uncle Fatty would also go to the airport. Zhang Fan wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to find out what Uncle Fatty looked like.
After a two-hour journey, Zhang Fan's plane landed at the urban airport. The errand boy Zhang Fan ordered was waiting for Zhang Fan at the airport exit. Zhang Fan took it from the errand boy.
Just buy a good pinhole camera.
He plans to use these three pinhole cameras to cover all the places where boarding passes are taken, which is where everyone will go!
Zhang Fan was very skilled, and it was not his first time to install this thing, so the installation was completed quickly.
Zhang Fan made some simple adjustments on his mobile phone. After meeting Zhang Fan's needs, Zhang Fan called the man with black-rimmed glasses and asked for a photo of Fatty. Tomorrow, Fatty and Uncle Fatty will be together.
Using Little Fatty as a reference, Uncle Little Fatty can be sure.
After doing this, Zhang Fan's plane to Qiandongnan City was about to take off. Zhang Fan hurriedly got on the plane.
At three o'clock in the morning the next day, Zhang Fan got off the plane. Wu Jun and another middle-aged woman about fifty years old, with a rather noble appearance, were waiting for Zhang Fan at the airport exit. When they saw Zhang Fan walking out of the airport, Wu Jun
He quickly came up to us and said apologetically: "Mr. Zhang, you've had a hard journey!"
"Mr. Zhang, thank you for your hard work!"
The middle-aged woman also looked apologetic.
"This is my friend's wife."
Wu Jun pointed at the middle-aged woman and introduced her to Zhang Fan.
While Zhang Fan nodded, he glanced at the middle-aged woman's face. Judging from the middle-aged woman's appearance, Wu Jun's friend was already seriously ill. If the situation continued, Wu Jun's friend could live for at most two days.
"I have booked a room in the hotel next to our house. You should have a good rest first and regain your senses. When you are almost done with your rest tomorrow, you can go see my wife."
The middle-aged woman said very politely, "My car is over there, I will take you back to the hotel."
"Let's go see the patient first."
Zhang Fan interrupted directly, saying that he was afraid something would happen during this period.
"This..." The middle-aged woman glanced at Wu Jun.
"Mr. Zhang always takes things seriously and responsibly. Let's just listen to Mr. Zhang."
Mr. Wu took the call.
The middle-aged woman's husband is sick, and she is the most worried about her. However, out of politeness and respect for Zhang Fan, she must let Zhang Fan have a good rest. Now Zhang Fan has taken the initiative to bring it up, and so has Wu Jun.
Having said that, the middle-aged woman no longer stretches her arms.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
The middle-aged woman looked grateful and said, "Then let's get in the car."
After driving for twenty minutes, the car arrived at a rather high-end community. After parking the car, the three of them went directly upstairs.
The middle-aged woman's home is not small, about two hundred square meters, and the decoration is quite luxurious. Under the leadership of the middle-aged woman, Zhang Fan went to the master bedroom.
Lying on the big mahogany bed was a middle-aged man with a fat figure and a dark complexion.
Before Wu Jun and the middle-aged woman could speak, Zhang Fan had already arrived at the middle-aged man's side and took the pulse of the middle-aged man's body and soul at the same time.
The middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Fan nervously. After about three minutes, Zhang Fan withdrew his hand. The middle-aged woman couldn't wait to ask: "Mr. Zhang, what's going on?"
"Judging from your husband's pulse, all seven of your husband's souls have been damaged to varying degrees, which has led to the accumulation of toxins in your husband's body, the degradation of his body functions, and his life is in danger."
Zhang Fan truthfully told the middle-aged woman about the middle-aged man's physical condition.
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged woman's complexion changed drastically, and her seven souls were damaged. Unless the soul doctor comes in person, there is only one way to die!
Although the middle-aged woman is not a Taoist practitioner or a wizard, she has been with her husband for so many years and is very familiar with this matter.
Adhering to the idea of keeping Zhang Fan a secret, Wu Jun did not tell the middle-aged woman that Zhang Fan was a soul medicine master. The middle-aged women could not imagine that the young Zhang Fan could be a soul medicine master.
"Woooo..."
I saw the despairing middle-aged woman sobbing softly.
"Stop crying, Mr. Zhang can cure your husband's disease."
At this moment, Wu Jun opened his mouth and said.
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged woman was stunned for a moment, and then continued to sob in a low voice, "Brother Wu, please stop comforting me. If you want to cure my husband's illness, you must be a soul healer.
Although Mr. Zhang has very high medical skills, he is so young..."
"Even though Mr. Zhang is young, he is a soul healer."
Before the middle-aged woman finished speaking, Wu Jun interrupted directly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman looked at Zhang Fan in surprise. Zhang Fan nodded slightly, and then said seriously: "Repairing the soul is a delicate job, not to mention seven repairs at a time. In order to prevent accidents,
It's best to do this when you have plenty of energy.
Today, I will first detoxify your husband and unblock his meridians. After I have a good rest tomorrow, I will make a complete repair for your husband."
Before the middle-aged woman could react, Zhang Fan started using acupuncture on the middle-aged man. Zhang Fan moved the needles smoothly, leaving the middle-aged woman stunned.
Five minutes later, the middle-aged man's golden pajamas began to turn black little by little. After the middle-aged man's golden pajamas completely turned black, all the black on the middle-aged man's face faded and he looked like a normal person.
, the originally weak breathing became smoother and stronger.