Mr. Wang bowed and saluted: "Mr. Qin is so talented, I admire him very much!"
"I hope Mr. Qin won't take it to heart where I offended you earlier."
I remember that when Qin Fan talked about the cause of the disease for the first time, he kicked people out. Now when I think about it, I can't help but feel ashamed.
Beside, Doctor Qi was shocked again.
He knew very well the identity of Mr. Wang. He was the uncrowned king of the entire Eastern Han Dynasty.
Now, he actually gave such a grand gift to a boy who was under eighteen years old!
If word gets out, I'm afraid no one will believe it.
Qin Fan didn't want to have too much interaction with the Wang family. In his eyes, there was no difference between the Chu boss and the Eastern King of Han and all the other people in the world.
"You don't need to apologize. I am paid for treating patients. We each get what we need."
Mr. Wang is also a smart man. He understood that Qin Fan did not want to have anything to do with his Wang family, and immediately looked at Wang Zhiwen.
"Third brother, go and liquidate all the Wang family's assets immediately, split half of it and transfer it to Mr. Qin's name, there must be no mistake!"
"Dad, this, this..." Wang Zhisheng looked pained. He also had a share of half of the assets!
However, seeing Mr. Wang's serious expression, he did not dare to say the rest.
Mr. Wang sighed: "No matter what, I still want to thank Mr. Qin!"
"Madam, you have followed me for most of your life. You have suffered a lot. You are getting older, but you are haunted by evil spirits. Moreover, I gave that Buddha statue to madam. If I hadn't met Mr. Qin, I might not have known that I had harmed madam."
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Looking at the old man who spoke his heart out, Qin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are sick."
"Huh?" Mr. Wang frowned and looked at him, slightly unhappy.
"Boy, you're the one who's sick, don't go too far!"
"My father has already said that he didn't know there was something wrong with this Buddha statue. Do you still want to humiliate him?"
Wang Zhisheng shouted angrily.
Wang Zhiwen also frowned and said, "Mr. Qin, what you said is a bit much."
Sun Shenzhen and Qi Shenyi were also slightly surprised.
Doctor Qi sneered in his heart: "Does this boy think that he is treating the old lady and doesn't take King Han Dong seriously?"
Mr. Wang has a fairly good self-cultivation, and because of his guilt towards his wife, he agreed with Qin Fan's words.
"Mr. Qin's lesson is that I will never buy random things again."
Qin Fan glanced at everyone, smiled playfully, and stared at Mr. Wang: "I mean, you are also sick."
Wang Zhisheng rolled up his sleeves and was about to hit someone: "You bastard, you dare to humiliate my father, believe it or not, I will slap you!"
But Mr. Wang pushed him away: "Go aside!"
Then, Mr. Wang looked at Qin Fan with a suspicious look on his face: "Mr. Qin, can you take a step to speak?"
"Yes." Qin Fan nodded.
"This way please!"
Mr. Wang took Qin Fan to his study, leaving a confused Wang Zhisheng behind.
Sun Shenzhen suddenly smiled: "Doctor Qin, you are really brilliant, I admire you, I admire you!"
"Mr. Wang, I have to take my leave!"
"I'll send you off!" Wang Zhisheng was very polite to this famous doctor in Kyoto.
In the study, Mr. Wang closed the door and looked at Qin Fan seriously: "Mr. Qin, please sit down!"
Qin Fan was not polite and sat directly on Mr. Wang's chair.
"Mr. Qin, what did you find?"
After asking, Mr. Wang stared at Qin Fan closely, as if he wanted to see through what Qin Fan was thinking.
Qin Fan raised his head and looked at him, saying calmly: "You are also sick, and the illness is not serious."
"Oh, how did Mr. Qin find out?" Mr. Wang sat on the chair opposite Qin Fan, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and concealed the shock in his heart.
"You should be a martial arts practitioner!"
Snap!
The cup in Mr. Wang's hand fell to the ground and shattered.
"Mr. Qin, you, you actually know about practitioners? Who are you?"
At this time, it was difficult for Mr. Wang to remain calm and he immediately lost his composure.
Qin Fan did not answer his question, but named him the cause of the disease.
"Your illness is caused by cultivation."
Mr. Wang suppressed the shock and confusion in his heart and nodded: "You are right. I know this very well myself, but I also have my own difficulties!"
"Mr. Qin, would you be interested in hearing about my past?"
"Speaking."
Qin Fan happened to want to know more about martial arts practitioners, which was why he pointed out that Mr. Wang was ill.
It turns out that the Wang family was just a rural family in the eastern Han Dynasty.
However, when Mr. Wang was ten years old, he found a corpse and an ancient book in a cave.
This book is a collection of martial arts practice techniques.
Mr. Wang secretly practiced according to the exercises. He had a good talent and was successful in practicing at the age of twenty.
Later, in that turbulent era, he joined the army. With his martial arts skills, he repeatedly made meritorious deeds. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, he was awarded the title of One Star Dragon General and conquered a huge royal family.
However, this technique was flawed. Although it brought him great power, it also planted a cancer in his body.
In a battle that year, he encountered an enemy martial arts master and suffered internal injuries.
At the same time, it also detonated the cancer that had been planted in his body by the shortcomings of the technique.
Mr. Wang has been suffering from illness for decades. Every time he suffered an internal injury, he would be in agony.
If he hadn't been worried about his wife, he would have been unable to endure the torture and would have committed suicide.
"In order to suppress internal injuries, I had to continue practicing even though I knew the exercises were flawed."
"Just fight fire with fire to survive."
Speaking of sadness, Mr. Wang's body trembled, probably remembering the pain of internal injuries.
"Why don't you find someone to help you perfect your cultivation techniques?" Qin Fan was a little curious. With the strength of the Wang family, this shouldn't be difficult.
Mr. Wang smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Qin is joking, martial arts skills are the most precious treasure, the most important inheritance of a sect and a family!"
"How can others help you perfect your cultivation techniques?"
Qin Fan nodded, knowing more about martial arts practitioners.
"So, you are the only one in the entire Wang family who is a practitioner, and you have not passed on this flawed technique to future generations."
"Yes, I don't want future generations to suffer this kind of pain." When talking about this issue, Mr. Wang showed a look of fear.
Qin Fan pondered for a moment and suddenly said: "Maybe I can help you heal your internal injuries."
Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly his whole body trembled with excitement. His originally cloudy eyes were now shining with light.
"This is true!"
"Seriously." Qin Fan said calmly.
"If Mr. Qin can cure my internal injuries, I am willing to give away half of the remaining assets of the Wang family!"
As long as he can heal his internal injuries, it will be easy to make money with his martial arts skills.
Moreover, the Wang family is not short of money now.
However, that kind of pain had tortured him to the brink of collapse, and he didn't know when he could bear it no longer.
"Deal." Qin Fan stood up and said, "Just wait for me for a few days."
Mr. Wang asked doubtfully: "Mr. Qin, can't you start treatment immediately?"
"What tools do you need? I'll have someone go to the hospital to get them right away."