Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the curator's hands that were packing things paused slightly, he raised his head, looked at Zhang Fan and smiled.
"It seems that you are well prepared and know a lot about me! You have all asked about my mother."
The curator said, "Of course I want to relieve my mother's pain. I've been to all major hospitals, but I haven't found a way to relieve my mother's pain."
"I can."
Zhang Fan looked at the curator and said.
Judging from the appearance of the curator, the curator is a relatively upright and conscientious person. He has never made any illegal money, and there is no life at stake. Therefore, Zhang Fan does not intend to use tricks on the curator, but only wants to barter.
way to resolve the matter.
"Young man, stop joking."
The curator didn't believe Zhang Fan's words, waved his hand, and continued to pack his things.
"Your function in that area is no longer good."
Zhang Fan spoke again.
Zhang Fan's words once again caused the curator to stop packing his things. At the same time, his expression became extremely abnormal. After all, Zhang Fan had poked his weak spot.
Only his wife knew about this, but his wife never complained about him, let alone told anyone about it, and often comforted him. How did this kid know?
He had to re-examine Zhang Fan.
"You...you..." The curator just uttered two words.
"Want to know how I know?"
Zhang Fan smiled, then turned around and motioned to Huang Qingyun to close the door.
After Huang Qingyun closed the door, Zhang Fan opened his mouth and said: "Traditional Chinese medicine pays attention to looking, smelling, asking, and feeling. This can be seen from your face. Otherwise, how could I know such a private matter?"
"You are so young..." The curator looked Zhang Fan up and down.
Although Zhang Fan's words just won some trust from the curator, the curator still didn't completely believe Zhang Fan.
"Let's not talk nonsense here. You take me to see your mother now. You can see with your own eyes that I cured your mother's hidden illness so that she no longer suffers from the pain. Then you can put the little one on the wooden board
Give me the black piece. If I fail to cure your mother's illness, we won't bother you again.
what do you think?"
Zhang Fan didn't want to waste time dragging his feet with the curator.
"become!"
The curator agreed with the mentality of giving it a try.
Zhang Fan and Huang Qingyun followed the curator downstairs. Under the leadership of the curator, they came to the family courtyard of the museum. On the bed in the bedroom, an old lady in her eighties and somewhat fat was lying.
After entering the door, Zhang Fan began to take the old lady's pulse. Judging from the old lady's pulse, the old lady had a spinal disease. The old lady's spine had been bent in many places, which caused him to be unable to move his lower limbs and his spine was bent.
The pain in the position becomes even more unbearable every day. In the old lady's own words, life would be worse than death.
After taking the pulse, Zhang Fan took out the silver needle from his bag and began to perform acupuncture on the old lady. Zhang Fan's smooth movements made the curator dumbfounded.
Seeing the curator like this, Huang Qingyun smiled lightly, with a hint of confidence in his smile.
About seven or eight minutes later, Zhang Fan withdrew the silver needle, and the old lady's soft cry of pain stopped instantly.
"Old lady, get out of bed and move around."
Zhang Fan said while putting the silver needle back into his bag.
The old lady looked at Zhang Fan blankly.
"Mom, does your back still hurt?"
At this time, the curator came forward and asked.
The old lady moved her back but didn't answer. Then she tried to move her legs, got off the bed, walked around in front of the three of them, and did two squats.
"Okay! Okay! It's really good!"
The curator said with both horror and excitement.
The old lady held Zhang Fan's hand and cried with joy, "Young man, thank you! Thank you!"
"You're welcome, old lady."
Zhang Fan smiled and said, "I am friends with the curator. This is all a trivial matter. Old lady, I see you are sweating. Go take a shower. Your son and I still have something to discuss."
"I should take a bath. I should take a bath to wash off all the dirt on me. I'll take a bath while you guys chat."
The old lady smiled and said, "Son, entertain the young man well."
"Mom, don't worry."
The curator said.
"You have seen the effect, can you fulfill your promise?"
After the old lady entered the bathroom, Zhang Fan asked.
"able!"
The curator replied cheerfully, "We'll go right away."
Afterwards, the three of them drove back to the scenic spot again.
"I have responsibilities, so I didn't agree at first. Besides, unless I see your ability, young gentleman, I really can't believe that a small black block on a coffin board can save someone's life."
The curator said.
"understand."
Zhang Fan smiled.
As the two chatted, they arrived at the glass cover where the wooden boards were placed on the second floor. He looked at Jin Hao and smiled awkwardly. Then, he opened the glass cover, took out the wooden board, and suddenly removed the small black block.
He picked it off and handed it directly to Zhang Fan's hand.
The corpse aura emanating from the yellow talisman in Zhang Fan's hand was still pouring into the wooden board. Zhang Fan used a small porcelain bottle to collect the corpse oil.
After placing the black wooden board, the curator said more respectfully: "Little sir, let's... let's take a step to talk."
Zhang Fan raised his eyebrows and was pulled to a corner by the curator.
"I...I...I..." The curator said the word "I" three times and was too embarrassed to say it out loud.
"What kind of disease do you want to cure?"
Zhang Fan asked with a smile.
The curator was stunned for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and nodded repeatedly, "My wife has suffered along with me over the years, so please help me, sir. I didn't trust you before, so I apologize to you."
With that said, the curator bowed deeply to Zhang Fan.
"Okay, I'll help you with this."
Zhang Fan said, Zhang Fan will continue to search for clues about the real dragon's feet here in the future, and he will also use the curator.
"Thank you, little sir, thank you, little sir..." The curator thanked Zhang Fan repeatedly, and then asked tentatively, "When... you... plan to help me treat my illness?"
"Tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, I'll call you then. By the way, leave me a phone number."
Zhang Fan said.
The curator quickly left the phone number to Zhang Fan. After Zhang Fan answered the phone, "Go back and see your mother. You don't have to accompany us anymore. We are leaving now."
"Okay, then if you have time, please call me."
The curator said very eagerly.
After Zhang Fan and the other two left the scenic spot, they returned to the car. Zhang Fan took out the drop of solidified corpse oil from the small porcelain bottle and began to treat Li Pingping.