After returning to Jinzhilin from Tiantang Company, Ye Fan originally wanted to take a lazy nap, but unfortunately there were too many patients, so he could only receive treatment and help.
This busy work lasted for half a day. Apart from taking a few sips of tea, Ye Fan never stopped. He did not send away all the patients until dusk.
He was about to ask Sun Bufan to close the door, but saw a man walking quietly outside the door.
He has a tall and straight figure, a thin face, and wears a black hat.
Fairness is his biggest feature. His skin color is even whiter than Tang Qiqi's. Once you take one look at it, it's hard to forget.
"Sir, do you want to see a doctor?"
Sun Bufan rubbed his head and greeted him with a smile: "Sit over here."
The fair-skinned man remained calm and calm, and did not respond to Sun Bufan's words. Instead, he turned Jin Zhilin around with his hands behind his back.
Then, his eyes fell on Ye Fan, looked at him and walked over.
Sun Bufan wanted Ye Fan to rest: "Sir, my master has been tired for a day, how about I show you first?"
The fair-skinned man ignored him and sat down in front of Mark. Then he stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Come here."
Sun Bufan wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Ye Fan gently waving his hand.
"Okay, big brother, let me show you."
Although Ye Fan felt that this guy was a bit strange and gave him an indescribable feminine aura, he still respected the patient's privacy and was not too curious.
Ye Fan stretched out three fingers and placed them on the fair man's cinch, and then he closed his eyes slightly.
In less than thirty seconds, Ye Fan opened his eyes in surprise and took a look at the fair-skinned man.
The fair-skinned man did not ask questions, but looked at Mark with interest.
Ye Fan took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes again and checked his pulse carefully.
Sun Bufan's heart skipped a beat, and his face felt inexplicably solemn.
With Ye Fan's medical skills, he could basically tell his condition after taking his pulse for ten seconds, but today he had to take his pulse twice.
This fair man's illness is a bit strange.
After another thirty seconds, Ye Fan opened his eyes, took his fingers away from the fair man, then stood up, bowed his hands and said with a smile:
"It turns out that a fellow senior has arrived. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
Sun Bufan was stunned, what kind of fellow senior? Is this fair-skinned man also a doctor? Is he here to compete today?
"Little doctor, what do you mean?"
Hearing Ye Fan's words, the fair man narrowed his eyes to hide his surprise, and then smiled indifferently:
"I don't understand what you mean, please ask the little doctor to clarify."
He was still sitting in the chair: "What on earth is wrong with me?"
"Senior's pulse is docile, and yin and yang complement each other. He is sixty years old, but he has the blood of a thirty-year-old, and his body is in his prime."
Ye Fan looked at the fair-skinned man with calm eyes:
"If the senior was not a master of medicine, he would not have been able to regulate his body so well."
"Moreover, the senior's Zhiyin Heart Technique has been practiced to perfection. It not only repaired old injuries, but also consolidated the eight extraordinary meridians."
"Whether it's in terms of medicine or martial arts, my senior can be regarded as my comrade."
Ye Fan smiled: "I just don't know if senior comes here this time to make friends or to play in a restaurant?"
"Master, stop making trouble, can you still diagnose the heart by diagnosing the pulse?"
Sun Bufan couldn't help but open his mouth: "Are you kidding the patient?"
"Not only do I know that my senior has practiced Yinxin Dharma, but I also know that he knows the lost secret technique of 'circling the fingers and softening'."
Ye Fan stared at the fingers of the fair-skinned man. The fingertips with nothing on them made him feel a huge danger.
Sun Bufan was completely stunned.
The fair-skinned man smiled softly: "Heroic young man."
The next second, he leaned forward suddenly, and a violent aura was released instantly.
The power and pressure that seemed to control the world made Ye Fan feel like a stormy sea.
This is a world where fair men dominate the power of life and death, and Ye Fan is just an ant in this world.
"What?"
Sun Bufan stepped forward subconsciously, but before he even got close, he pointed at him and fell to the ground, groaning.
Ye Fan was shocked when he saw this. This guy is really powerful, but he has no grudge against him.
At the same time, an unprecedented excitement filled Ye Fan's body.
Instead of retreating, Ye Fan was like a javelin and punched the opponent's chest.
"Whoosh——"
The fair-skinned man still smiled and raised his left hand slightly.
An ordinary white fleshy palm clenched towards Ye Fan's fist.
Ye Fan's eyelids jumped.
But, be fearless!
He will never underestimate any opponent, but he will never underestimate his own strength.
Without hesitation, he punched out.
The fists and palms met, and there was a soft pop. It seemed so low-key and gentle, and there was no earth-shattering domineering sound.
However, there was a strong wind in the void, and the clothes on the two of them rustled.
"Click——"
At almost the same moment, the chairs where Ye Fan and the fair man were sitting cracked into dozens of pieces.
The two separated.
Ye Fan took seven steps back, hit the wall, coughed, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The fair-skinned man also took two steps back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It seemed that he never expected that Ye Fan could withstand this move. He originally imagined that Ye Fan would kneel down and spurt blood without breaking his muscles.
He showed appreciation.
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, a black light flashed out, fast and hard, and went straight to the throat of the fair-skinned man.
Ye Fan shouted subconsciously: "Don't kill anyone."
The sword light stagnated, the speed slowed down, and the killing intent was reduced by three points.
Even so, the black light still carries a fierce momentum.
Seeing this sword light, the fair man's eyes were surprised again, and then he pointed his finger.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound, the black light was touched by his finger, and it instantly dissipated without a trace, and a force of brute force even knocked Dugu Shang away.
Dugu Shang had no expression on his face. He twisted twice in the air and landed on the ground. Then he stepped on the threshold with his left foot and stabilized his body.
There are just a few more cracks in the threshold.
The hand holding the black sword is still as steady as a mountain.
He wanted to take action again, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop him.
"Why are you hitting people?"
Sun Bufan got up and shouted at the fair-skinned man: "Are you here to play in the gym?"
"Heroic boy, young hero."
The fair-skinned man ignored Sun Bufan's shouting, took a step forward, looked at Ye Fan and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this small medical clinic is so hidden."
"Especially for you, at your age, you are both skilled in medicine and martial arts, and you are not arrogant or impetuous, which is very valuable."
"No wonder Huang Feihu respects you so much."
"You are indeed a once-in-a-century genius."
As he spoke, he waved his left hand, and the hostility and murderous intent in his body instantly disappeared, returning to the softness he had when he first appeared.
Ye Fan saw that the other party had no killing intention, and that the blow just now was just a test, so he stopped Sun Bufan from calling the police.
Dugu Shang also retreated, but still stared at the fair-skinned man coldly, and would take action with all his strength if anything went wrong.
"Senior, do you know Brother Huang?"
Seeing the other party mentioning Huang Feihu, Ye Fan looked at the fair man and said:
"I wonder what the purpose of senior's coming today is?"
The other party was more powerful than Ye Fan imagined, at least more powerful than the masters he had met, but he really didn't know the other party, so he was very confused.
"My purpose here is simple."
The fair-skinned man put his hands behind his back again and spoke in a high-pitched and indifferent voice:
"First, I'll give you a meeting gift. Jiang Hualong will come to trouble you soon."
Ye Fan's expression changed slightly: "Jiang Hualong is out of seclusion?"
The fair-skinned man did not explain, but only said what he wanted to say:
"Second, let's see if your medical skills are as legendary as they are legendary."
"Third, I'll give you a punch to get some justice for Shen Qianshan."
Shen Qianshan?
Ye Fan's expression changed: "Are you from the Shen family?"
The fair-skinned man calmly stated his purpose: "Fourth, settle the grudge between you and the Martial Alliance."
"Settle the grudge?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "A life and death battle between you and me?"
"Pah——"
The fair-skinned man raised one hand and nailed a black wooden token into the wooden table. He turned and walked towards the door and spoke without looking back:
"From now on, you are the president of the Nanling Martial Alliance."
"Within three months, take over the Shen family with the token, rectify the children, and wipe out the grudge between you and me..."
