Nangong Ba, Nangong Shang, Nangong Ci and others all had their pupils contracted.
Who are the three great medical saints?
That is a big shot at the pinnacle of medical knowledge. Even if he is a king, he will be treated with courtesy.
After all, who would live in this world without getting sick? There will be times when they seek medical advice.
The Nangong family has been looking for a medical sage and wants to ask a medical sage to treat Nangong Shang. Now I heard that the three major medical sages are Ye Fan’s named disciples...
It simply subverted the world view.
"No need to doubt, you will know in the future, I will give Nangong Shang a look later."
"Thank you, Master."
Nangong Ba burst into tears of gratitude and kowtowed three times.
Ye Fan said: "Follow me. Normally, you don't need to do anything, and I won't control you. You just give me some help when necessary, that's all. When Mr. Nangong is free, go to Sheji Villa and talk to Mr. Kong.
"
"clear."
Nangong Ci nodded solemnly.
Ye Fan walked into the pavilion and greeted: "Nangong Shang, come here, the others are waiting outside, don't disturb the treatment."
at this time.
Nangong Shang's always pale face was a little flushed.
"Master Ye, I have been weak and sick since I was a child. I have looked for many famous doctors but can't find anything. Even the top doctors among the nine major Chinese medicine doctors in Daxia have looked at it for me, but I can't find anything."
"The medical saints are all my disciples. Chinese doctors are nothing. They can't even compare to the medical saints."
"That is."
Nangong Shang stretched out his hand, and Ye Fan felt for his pulse.
The pulse is weak and the foundation is broken.
Ye Fan raised his eyebrows.
This appearance made Nangong Shang very nervous, and Nangong Ba outside was even more anxious.
For the Nangong family, Nangong Ba can live without him, but Nangong Shang cannot live without him.
ten minutes later.
Ye Fan closed his hands and sat upright.
Nangong Ba couldn't help but rushed into the pavilion and asked eagerly: "Master Ye, how is my brother's health?"
"Master Ye, it doesn't matter if you say it."
Nangong Ci also came with people.
Ye Fan muttered: "Nangong Shang, you were not supposed to live to be twenty-five years old, but you didn't expect to live for twenty more years. You have a vigorous medicinal power in your body, and you were obviously treated by an expert, and you were able to live for another twenty years."
Year."
"What does it mean?"
"You have injured your innate foundation." Ye Fan asked, "It is possible that your mother suffered a blow when she was pregnant with you."
Nangong Ci's face changed, and he said quietly: "Master Ye, his mother died in childbirth, and the second child was dying when he was born. At that time, his father found many medical experts, mainly a sloppy Taoist, and spent a lot of money
I spent a huge amount of money to save my second son from death, but he almost died."
"now it's right."
"Thirty years ago, his father handed over the family to me and asked me to train the eldest and second eldest son. He left alone, saying he was going to kill someone."
Nangong Ba clenched his fists, his eyes were red, "That is the enemy who murdered my mother and brother, it must be him. But for thirty years, there has been no news from my father, and I don't know whether he is alive or dead."
Ye Fan was very interested in the "sloppy Taoist" mentioned by Nangong Ci. He was definitely a medical god who had such means of extending his life.
At present, he doesn't dare to say that he can extend a person's life for twenty years. It's not because his medical skills are not good, but because he doesn't have that kind of magic medicine.
A magical medicine that continuously provides vital energy.
"sharp."
Ye Fan became more and more sympathetic to the sloppy Taoist's methods. He came back to his senses and said: "You have injured your innate roots. This kind of innate thing cannot be cured or repaired, but I can stimulate the medicinal power in your body and continue to replenish it for you."
Life."
Many of the medicinal powers of that strange medicine are hidden in the flesh and blood and have not been used. Ye Fan can use the "Nine Dragon Divine Needle" to stimulate these medicinal powers and improve Nangong Shang's constitution.
From morning to afternoon.
A full six hours.
Ye Fan was also exhausted. As a result, he was very pleased that Nangong Shang's physical strength was much better than before.
Before, he was in a wheelchair and felt weak; now he can move freely like a normal person, and his face is no longer sickly pale, but becomes rosy.
"A miracle, this is a miracle!"
Nangong Ci sighed.
Brothers Nangong Ba and Nangong Shang hugged each other and cried with joy; the people in power were also completely impressed.
At this moment, they really did not doubt Ye Fan's identity as the master of the three great medical saints. This medical skill was worthy of becoming a medical saint teacher.
"Master Ye, there is no way to repay the kindness of reconstruction. I, the Nangong family, will follow you to the death."
"Follow me to the death."
Everyone, including Nangong Ci, knelt down on one knee.
"You don't have to do this with a little effort. Of course, you are not cured. You still need to take medicine for a long time, exercise, and slowly improve your physical condition. Within twenty years, there is no danger to your life."
Nangong Shang joked: "In twenty years' time, I will be almost seventy years old, and it will be time to enter the grave by then. It doesn't matter whether I die or not."
Ye Fan looked at the time.
"It's getting late. Let's leave it at that today. If you have anything to do, please contact me. There's no need to worry about the Song family. Song Zhiyuan is planning to play his trump card. Just wait and see. Soldiers will come to cover up the water and the earth."