The old security guard's previous joy made Zhang Fan firmly believe that the old security guard should have seen some strange scenes, and even knew some situations. The reason why he said he didn't see anything was just that he didn't want to get involved in this. Inside, lives were lost.
"In the eyes of uncle, life is more important than reward."
Zhang Fan added, "Uncle is afraid that if you have a life to earn, you will lose your life."
As soon as these words came out, the old security guard was stunned, looked at Zhang Fan with a smile, and said: "You two, I really don't know."
"Uncle, tell us what you know about the situation. Even if we have a conflict with others, we will not implicate you."
Zhang Fan said, "In addition, and most importantly, I can help you cure your grandson's disease."
Hearing Zhang Fan's words, the old security guard's pupils shrank slightly and asked: "How did you know that my grandson is sick?"
"You should have heard of the art of divination..." Zhang Fan said.
"I've heard of it..." The old security guard nodded, and then asked, "Are you a divination person?"
"Yes..." Zhang Fan responded.
"The ability of divination is indeed powerful, but it cannot cure diseases."
Lao Baoan said, "In order to seek medical treatment, my son and my grandson traveled all over the capital and big cities like Shanghai, but the doctors there were unable to do anything."
Zhang Fan saw a ten-centimeter-long scar on the old security guard's arm, which was quite hideous. He took out the silver needle and began to perform acupuncture on his body.
Soon, the old security guard saw the scar on his arm squirming, and after about three minutes, it completely disappeared.
The old security guard had a look of horror on his face. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, looked at his arm where the scar had disappeared again, and trembled in disbelief: "God... a miracle doctor..."
"Your cervical spondylosis is gone..." Zhang Fan said calmly.
Although cervical spondylosis is not a serious disease, it has always been difficult to cure, and I suffer from this pain every day.
The old security guard twisted his neck up and down, left and right, and the pain really disappeared. He was so flexible. He didn't dare to twist like this before, it was so painful!
After the old security guard came to his senses, he confirmed with Zhang Fan: "If I tell you what I know, will you really help my grandson treat his illness?"
The old security guard's address to Zhang Fan also changed from "you" to "you".
"A man's words are hard to follow."
Zhang Fan said, "You didn't reveal any information to me. Didn't I also give you a repaired cervical vertebra?"
There was a reason why Zhang Fan helped the old security guard repair his cervical spine. Judging from the old security guard's appearance, he had done many good deeds.
The old security guard smiled and scratched his head, and then said firmly: "Okay! Let me tell you! I will tell you two everything I know!"
After saying that, the old security guard went out and looked around cautiously.
"As the saying goes, the moon on the fifteenth day is sixteen round. Starting two years ago, on the sixteenth day of each lunar calendar, when the moon in the sky becomes full, a two-kilometer swamp stretches out from the window of my security room. , a black vortex with a length and width of about two meters will appear. This vortex continuously absorbs the moonlight and lasts for about five minutes. "
The old security guard replied, "The moment the vortex disappears, a swallowing sound will be made. I don't know if this has anything to do with the python dragon body you two are looking for."
Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing looked at each other. After Nangong Qing thought for a while, he asked: "Are the sizes you mentioned accurate?"
"Of course it's accurate. I'm quite responsible. I took other people's money and was responsible for the security of this reserve. When something unusual happened, I naturally had to figure it out. These data have been confirmed by me repeatedly.
."
The old security guard said seriously.
Hearing what the old security guard said, Nangong Qing nodded, and then asked, "Are there any other strange scenes?"
"Gone."
The old security guard shook his head, but then added, "Maybe there is, but I didn't see it because I was not competent enough."
"Let's go to your son's house and treat your grandson."
Zhang Fan said.
As soon as these words came out, a happy look appeared on the old security guard's face, and he stood up with a "kick".
"Don't worry."
Zhang Fan patted the old security guard on the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together and meet people who have the same purpose as us. Seeing you with us will be very detrimental to you."
Hearing this, the old security guard calmed down and said: "Yes... yes..."
"Uncle, you have always been cautious, why are you so hot-headed and suddenly so impulsive?"
Nangong Qing asked.
“What does a person live in this life?
Aren’t they just living future generations!”
The old security guard sighed heavily, "My grandson has been suffering from this disease for three years. I feel very uncomfortable. Now I finally see hope. Do you think I can't be excited?"
The old security guard had a sincere look on his face.
Hearing the old security guard's words, Nangong Qing couldn't help but feel slightly moved. She thought of her grandma who had raised her since she was a child.
Zhang Fan saw Nangong Qing's thoughts and tried to pull Nangong Qing out of his sadness. He said to the old security guard: "The two of us will drive to the woods opposite the wetland in front and wait for you."
Zhang Fan had already observed that there was a road in the forest, which was well covered.
"good."
The old security guard nodded heavily.
Not long after Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing arrived at the designated location, the old security guard ran over, wearing clothes and a mask in order to conceal their identity.
The car drove straight to Ganghe City. Three hours later, the two of them arrived at the home of the old security guard's son. The old security guard's son lived in a single-family villa. Judging from the old security guard's son's appearance, the old security guard's son was quite wealthy. This was also
One of the reasons why the old security guard was so calm when Nangong Qing asked him to pay him.
As long as he takes good care of himself, he doesn't have to worry about the financial affairs of his children and grandchildren.
The old security guard had the key to his son's house, so he entered directly and went straight to his grandson's room.
Lying on the bed was a boy of fifteen or sixteen, thin and pale. Next to the boy was a good-looking woman in her forties.
"Dad, why are you here?"
Seeing the old security guard, the woman asked in surprise. She and her husband asked her father-in-law to come to the house more than once, but he never came.
"I found a miracle doctor to treat my grandson..." the old security guard replied.
"Miracle doctor?
Where is the miracle doctor?”
The woman looked at Zhang Fan and Nangong Qing. He did not think that this young man and woman were miracle doctors.
"That's the gentleman."
The old security guard pointed at Zhang Fan.
"This..." The woman was a little unbelievable. After all, Zhang Fan was too young, but she didn't say much.
Zhang Fan came here to treat the patient and fulfill his promise. After the treatment, he still had business to do, so he didn't want to talk nonsense and put his hand on the pulse of the little boy on the bed.