"Sun Jianming, hurry up and talk to that Ning Fan. As long as you treat me and the price is good, I am willing to donate bone marrow to my sister for free."
Yang Suqin is now in unbearable pain, and only she knows how serious her illness is.
When he was in his sister Yang Susu's ward, he should have taken Ning Fan's words seriously, so that the other party would be willing to treat him.
But at that time, even the big hospitals in Shanghai couldn't diagnose my illness, so I thought Ning Fan was just talking nonsense. Now it was too late to regret it, so I could only seek help from others.
Sun Jianming is a face-loving person. How could he ask for help? He grabbed Yang Shaotian and said, "Shaotian, I'll leave this matter to you. Next time you go to my place, it will be free of charge. How about it?"
"Uncle, I, I, I..."
Yang Shaotian was mute and couldn't tell how hard it was to eat coptis. He also offended Ning Fan and was tortured to pieces by Ning Fan before he ran back to the Magic City.
Now that I have to ask Ning Fan to treat my illness, isn't it just trying to make things difficult for others?
He said with a sad face: "Uncle, you don't know, I was the first person Ning Fan came to Jinhai City to offend him. There is almost no hope for me to beg him, so you should go ahead."
"You...are also a waste!"
Yang Shaotian was pushed against the wall, and there was nothing he could do in his heart. Who knew that Ning Fan would develop from a student to a doctor in the hospital, and he was also the kind of person that the dean would give a lot of face to.
"You two are useless."
After Yang Suqin got out of bed, she walked towards her sister Yang Susu's ward, but now the nurse was tidying up the room, and there was no one there.
"Where is the patient?"
"The patient has been discharged and gone home," the nurse said.
"What?" Yang Suqin was helpless.
............
At this time, the two came to a traditional Chinese medicine clinic, which was also relatively traditional and had a history of no less than two hundred years.
Ning Fan looked at the signboard and saw that it was indeed a time-honored brand.
There are many patients in this traditional Chinese medicine clinic, and there are medicine boxes all around.
A middle-aged man in a white coat came over and said, "Are you treating a disease or buying medicine? There are more people, so you should just take a number and wait."
"No, I want to ask you something without wasting your time." Ning Fan said.
"Please say!"
"Do you have any fine silver needles here?"
Hearing these four words, the middle-aged man smiled and said: "It turns out that we are people of the same mind. I don't know if there are any, so I can only ask my father. Please invite one of you."
Because Jingyue Silver Needle is a type of silver needle known only to those who practice medicine in the martial arts world, middle-aged men treat them with the etiquette of the martial arts world.
He took Ning Fan and Jiang Zhonghai to the living room at the back and said, "Please wait a moment. I will ask my old father to come out."
"Thank you!"
"No problem!"
The middle-aged man also asked people to make tea and desserts for Ning Fan and Jiang Zhonghai, which was very considerate.
"Uncle Jiang, what's the name of this medical clinic?" Ning Fan asked.
"Jiang, I just heard about it. I rarely come into contact with this kind of place, so I don't know much about it."
"Um!"
Ning Fan looked around the yard and saw that there were wooden stakes and sandbags used for practicing martial arts. There were also eighteen kinds of weapons placed in the corridors on both sides.
It can be inferred that this Jiang family is not only a medical family, but also a martial arts family.
"Xiaofan, what do you think this fine silver needle is? Is it difficult to buy?" Jiang Zhonghai asked in surprise.
"Well, the fine meteorite silver needle is made from fine iron from falling meteorites in advance, and then it is continuously smelted and processed. It requires ninety-nine and eighty-one processes to be completed, so it is very rare, but its characteristics are very good.
, do you know the Ice Soul Silver Needle?"
"Isn't this from a martial arts TV series?"
Ning Fan took a sip of tea and said: "Nowadays, both movies and TV series are created by the author through prototypes. The Bingso Silver Needle used by Li Mochou is the Jingyu Silver Needle. Its characteristic is that it can store some unnatural substances.
Strength, to put it bluntly, means that a warrior will develop internal strength after practicing for a long time."
"Oh, that's it." Jiang Zhonghai is not stupid.
After all, he is an important person who has had some contact with such warriors, so he can naturally understand what Ning Fan means, and then asked: "What if we can't find the Silver Needle?"
"It depends on luck. If it doesn't work, just look for other methods. It doesn't matter. It's good if you can find the five roots. It can increase the success rate." Ning Fan said.
"Okay, if it is really available, I will buy it even if I lose all my money."
About five minutes later, a middle-aged man came over with two old men. The old man at the front was wearing training clothes.
"I've kept you waiting for a long time. This is my father, Jiang Yuan." The middle-aged man's name is Jiang Shixian.
Ning Fan stood up and performed the Jianghu fist-cup salute, and said: "Senior, please forgive me for the sudden interruption."
"Please forgive me." Jiang Zhonghai also followed.
Jiang Yuan, who had a long beard, said with a smile: "It's okay, please sit down."
"Thank you!"
"Father, I'll go and get busy first." Jiang Shixian left.
The three old guys were all looking at Ning Fan and the two. As for Jiang Zhonghai's identity, they all knew it. After all, the Jiang family ranked first among the business families.
"Chairman Jiang, are you here to ask for an acupuncture or is this little friend here to ask for an acupuncture?" Jiang Yuan asked.
Ning Fan said: "Senior Jiang, it is this junior who requested the injection to treat illnesses and save lives."
"Then may I ask who you are treating and what disease you are treating?"
"It's my wife's illness. She is seriously ill and is dying. She asked the old man for help," Jiang Zhonghai said.
"It turns out to be a female disease, so I won't ask any more questions. The Jiang family does have this fine silver needle, but it won't be borrowed."
These words made Jiang Zhonghai feel a little uncomfortable. Just when he was about to spend a lot of money, Ning Fan said first, "Senior, you'd better just say it, because it's very important to us, and there will always be a way, right?"
Jiang Yuan looked at Ning Fan and suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, you are very brave. There is indeed a way to borrow it."
"Mr. please tell me clearly."
"But I dare to ask where did my little friend learn medical skills?"
"Learned it from an old Taoist priest."
Jiang Yuan said: "Forget it, let's see how your medical skills are first. If you can handle it, we can lend it to one of you?"
This made Ning Fan confused, could there be someone else here who also wanted to borrow a needle?
Ning Fan looked at the two old men opposite and saw that they were smiling. It turned out that they were also here to borrow needles and were not friends of Mr. Jiang Yuan.
"By the way, these two are also medical practitioners. They also need to borrow needles, so it's up to you to compete." Mr. Jiang Yuan said.
"Can!"
The two old guys are both extraordinary figures. They should be the Taishan Beidou in the medical field.