The faces of several men and women in colorful clothes changed drastically when they heard this.
Mr. Zhu has always been taboo about others talking about his face, but Ye Fan was so rude. This was simply asking for death.
Jing'er was the first to rush out and shouted:
"You bastard! How can you humiliate Mr. Zhu?"
She subconsciously touched the weapon in her waist.
Several men and women in colorful clothes also had cold eyes in their eyes.
"I can detoxify the poison on your face."
Ye Fan still stared at Mr. Zhu: "But the reward is 10 million."
Although 10 million is a little less, he can do it with a little effort and doesn't mind making a little money.
"You haven't even grown your hair yet, but you still have medical skills?"
Jing'er's pretty face was cold and cold: "Don't flatter us in front of us."
Although she was surprised that Ye Fan saw that Mr. Zhu was poisoned and knew that he would soon die, she still did not think that Ye Fan could cure Mr. Zhu.
"Do you know who Mr. Zhu is? He is the leader of Nanling City..."
At this point, Jing'er suddenly realized that she had made a mistake and quickly changed the topic:
"If you are sensible, apologize to Mr. Zhu quickly, otherwise you won't blame me for being rude."
As she spoke, an astonishing momentum pressed towards Ye Fan, and her cold eyes revealed a hint of murderous intent.
"Noisy!"
Ye Fan's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his finger, a chopstick flew over.
Jing'er felt a flash in front of her eyes, and before she had time to think, a powerful cold light flew towards her.
She pulled out her dagger and slashed with all her strength.
Just as the dagger was cutting out, she felt a shock and pain in her braid, and then with a bang, her back hit the wall hard.
The chopsticks nailed her braid to the soft wall.
The whole audience was shocked.
Jing'er's heart was even more disturbed and unbelievable:
How can this be?
How could this kid be so arrogant?
She is a peak expert in the Huang Realm.
Ye Fan defeated her with one move, at least he was a master of the Xuan Realm.
At this age and with this kind of strength, he is simply a martial arts genius.
Jing'er secretly regretted challenging Ye Fan.
Seeing how terrifying Ye Fan was, several men and women in colorful clothes instinctively wanted to draw their weapons.
"stop!"
At this time, Mr. Zhu shouted: "Everyone, stand down."
Several men and women in colorful clothes lowered their weapons with hesitant expressions.
"Young man, I'm sorry, it was Jinger who was rude."
Mr. Zhu looked at Ye Fan with an apologetic look: "Your Majesty, please forgive me."
Then, he shouted to Jing'er: "Jing'er, apologize to my little brother."
The corner of Jing'er's mouth was moved: "Mr. Zhu..."
Mr. Zhu's face darkened: "Apologise."
Jing'er's eyelids twitched and she struggled to say: "I'm sorry."
Ye Fan said calmly: "If you don't do this next time, you will become a dead person."
Jing'er's heart trembled, a chill spread throughout her body, and her legs trembled slightly.
Ye Fan looks young, but every word he says makes people believe him involuntarily.
"I was also at fault for not being strict in discipline."
Mr. Zhu smiled and cupped his hands, and then bowed to Ye Fan: "Zhu Changsheng also said sorry to my little brother."
"Mr. Zhu, you're welcome."
Ye Fan dispelled the murderous intent in his eyes: "This has nothing to do with you."
I don’t know whether it was because Zhu Changsheng was approaching the end of his life or because he was so amiable that Ye Fan was a little more gentle towards him.
Zhu Changsheng smiled and asked: "I wonder what I call my little brother?"
Ye Fan responded directly: "Ye Fan."
Zhu Changsheng invited Ye Fan to sit down: "Brother Ye knows medical skills?"
Ye Fan said lightly:
"You have been poisoned by spider toxin. This toxin is not strong, but it is as difficult to clean up as ink dissolved in water."
"It will slowly spread through the blood circulation and eventually accumulate in the brain or heart, causing death."
"Although you used blood transfusions and drugs to suppress it, it still transferred to your face."
He saw through Zhu Changsheng's condition at a glance: "You will die in a week at most."
Jing'er and the others were shocked when they heard this.
all hit.
Zhu Changsheng was also full of surprise: "Brother Ye, Master, please give me a helping hand. Zhu is willing to pay any price."
Ye Fan said calmly: "I have already said, 10 million."
"Okay, if you cure my poison, I will give you 10 million."
Mr. Zhu's tone was full of excitement: "You can try, but it's only a few days anyway. The worst case scenario is that the joy will be in vain."
Although he was almost desperate about the poison on his face, it didn't mean that he didn't want to live a few more days.
Ye Fan smiled: "Don't worry, I won't be happy for nothing."
Zhu Changsheng asked further: "Do you need me to prepare anything?"
Ye Fan shook his head gently: "No need."
The next second, he stepped forward and slapped Zhu Changsheng twice.
"Papa -"
Crisp and loud.
Zhu Changsheng was beaten so dizzy that he spit out a mouthful of blood on the floor.
shocking.
"Not even close."
Ye Fan glanced at him and slapped him twice.
"flutter--"
Zhu Changsheng spurted out another mouthful of blood.
His body was bent like a prawn, and if he hadn't supported the table with his left hand, he would have fallen to the ground.
"Mr. Zhu——"
Several close followers were shocked when they saw this, and then surrounded him with a roar.
Jing'er yelled at Ye Fan: "What are you doing?"
They did not expect that Ye Fan was such a bastard that he dared to slap Zhu Changsheng in public and even made Zhu Changsheng vomit blood.
I really don’t know whether to live or die.
"Stop! Stop!"
At this time, Zhu Changsheng pushed away some of his supporting men and shouted to Jing'er and the others:
"Don't be rude to Brother Ye!"
Jing'er and the others were stunned: "Mr. Zhu, this guy has offended you..."
"What's the offense? That was Brother Ye treating me."
Zhu Changsheng stood up straight. He felt that Mark was rude at first, but when he slowly came to his senses and saw the black blood on the ground, he realized that he had met an expert.
Jing'er and the others looked over and were shocked to find that Zhu Changsheng's dry, dark cheeks no longer had the shadow of toxins, but had a touch of rosy color.
It is a kind of youthful vigor and vitality.
On the ground, there was a large pool of black blood.
There is no doubt that the poison in Zhu Changsheng's cheeks was knocked out by Mark's four slaps.
Damn it!
What kind of operation is this?
Jing'er and the others were all stunned and couldn't believe this scene at all.
Countless toxins that famous doctors are helpless can solve with just a few slaps?
This is really unbelievable.
"Your toxin has been detoxified."
Ye Fan wiped his palms with a tissue and warned: "In the next month, eat lighter and drink more milk."
In order to shock the other party, Ye Fan was too lazy to use the silver needle and directly used the stone of life and death to resolve it.
Zhu Changsheng's eyes widened. Although the spitting out of the black blood made him feel relieved, he still couldn't believe that he was fine like this.
Afterwards, Zhu Changsheng touched his face and did some exercises and breath control.
Soon, his eyes widened and his expression couldn't stop being excited:
That powerlessness is gone.
The blood was stagnant and gone.
The severe pain in my head is gone...
"Okay, really good."
He held Ye Fan's hand and said, "Master, master."
Ye Fan stretched out his hand: "Stop beeping, give me money..."
