After returning to Jinzhilin from Tiantang Company, Ye Fan wanted to take a nap in his sleep, but he had to take care of the patient, so he could only take the doctor and help.
After a long time of busyness, Ye Fan never stopped after drinking a few sips of tea and did not stop until dusk.
He was about to close Sun Bufan, but he saw a man walking quietly outside the door.
He has a tall figure, a thin face, and is wearing a black hat.
Whiteness is his biggest characteristic. His skin color is even whiter than Tang Qiqi. It is hard to forget just by taking a look at it.
"Sir, are you seeing a doctor?"
Sun Bufan rubbed his head and raised his smile to greet him: "Sit here."
The white man kept calm and did not respond to Sun Bufan's words, but instead carried his hands on his back and turned around Jin Zhilin.
Then, his eyes fell on Ye Fan, and he looked over.
Sun Bufan wanted Ye Fan to rest: "Sir, my master is tired for a day, why don't I show you first?"
The white man ignored it and sat down in front of Ye Fan, then stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Come on."
What else Sun Bufan wanted to say, but Ye Fan waved his hand gently to stop him.
"Okay, this big brother, I'll show you."
Although Ye Fan felt that this guy was a little strange and gave people an indescribable feminine atmosphere, he still respected the patient's privacy and was not very curious.
Ye Fan stretched out three fingers and put them on the white man's cubic ruler. Then, he closed his eyes slightly.
In less than thirty seconds, Ye Fan opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the white man.
The white man didn't ask a question, but just looked at Ye Fan with interest.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, but said nothing, but closed his eyes again and calmed his heart to take the pulse.
Sun Bufan's heart skipped a little, and there was a sense of solemnity on his face inexplicably.
With Ye Fan's medical skills, he can basically tell the condition in ten seconds, but today he needs to take the pulse twice.
This fair man's illness is a bit strange.
After another thirty seconds, Ye Fan opened his eyes, took his fingers back from the white man, then stood up, bowed and smiled:
"It turns out that it's a senior who is a fellow teacher who has arrived, and he is disrespectful."
Sun Bufan was stunned. What kind of senior fellow? Is this fair man also a doctor? Are you here to play the restaurant today?
"Little Doctor, what does it mean?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, the white man narrowed his eyes, concealed his surprise, and then smiled indifferently:
"I don't understand what you mean, so please let the little doctor make it clear."
He still sat upright in the chair: "What's the disease of me?"
"The seniors have gentle pulses and mutual yin and yang. At the age of sixty, they are the blood of a thirty-year-old, and their bodies are just in their prime."
Ye Fan looked at the white man with calm eyes:
"If it weren't for seniors, they were also a medical expert, it would be impossible to regulate their bodies so well."
"Also, the senior's Supreme Yin Xin method has been practiced so well, not only repairing old injuries, but also consolidating the eight extraordinary meridians."
"Whether from the perspective of medical and martial arts, my seniors are all my fellow students."
Ye Fan smiled: "I just don't know, seniors are here this time, are they going to make friends or to play restaurants?"
"Master, stop making trouble, can you still diagnose the mental method when taking the pulse?"
Sun Bufan couldn't help but open his mouth: "Are you kidding the patient?"
"I not only know that my predecessors practice the Supreme Yin Xin method, but also know that he will lose his unique tricks of "surrounding the fingers".
Ye Fan stared at the fingers of the white man, his fingertips with nothing, which made him feel a huge danger.
Sun Bufan was completely confused.
The white and innocent man smiled femininely: "Heroic boy."
The next second, he leaned forward suddenly, and a violent aura was released instantly.
The power and pressure that seemed to control the world suddenly made Ye Fan feel stormy.
This is the world where the Baijing man dominates the power of life and death, and Ye Fan is just an ant in this world.
"What are you doing?"
Sun Bufan subconsciously stepped forward, but before he got close, the other party pointed at him and fell to the ground and groaned.
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw this. This guy was indeed powerful, but he had no grudge against him.
At the same time, an unprecedented excitement filled Ye Fan's whole body.
Not only did Ye Fan not retreat, he was like a javelin and rushed towards the other party's chest with a punch.
"Swoosh--"
The white man still smiled and raised his left hand gently.
A white and clean palm clenched towards Ye Fan's fist with an ordinary slight slightest.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched.
But, even though I am afraid!
He never underestimates any opponent, but he will never underestimate his own strength.
Without hesitation, he punched out.
The fists and palms intersected, and a light sound was like a bang, and it seemed so low-key and gentle, without the earth-shaking domineering sounds.
However, the wind blew in the void, and the clothes on the two of them were rushing.
"Click--"
Almost at the same time, the chair where Ye Fan and Bai Jing man were sitting cracked into dozens of fragments with a crack.
The two separated.
Ye Fan stepped back seven steps, hit the wall, coughed, and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.
The white man also took two steps back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It seemed that Ye Fan could accept this move. He originally thought that Ye Fan would kneel down and spit blood without hurting his muscles.