Ning Fan received a call from Mr. Jiang early in the morning and was already outside the door.
"Okay, give your phone to the bodyguard at the door."
After asking the two bodyguards at the door to let him in, Ning Fan was already waiting in the living room, brewing his own tea from Yun Lan.
Mr. Jiang hurriedly walked in with a box in his arms. His face was still a little pale, and he probably came before he recovered.
"Old man, you are not in good health yet. If you have anything to do, you will be informed by others. Why do you have to do it yourself?"
"No, I already know what happened last night. I am very grateful to Brother Ning for helping me. I think it is necessary to tell you about this matter in detail."
"It's okay, don't worry, let's have a cup of tea first." Ning Fan also picked up the tools for making tea.
After adding tea for the two of them, Mr. Jiang calmed down and drank a cup of tea with a sigh of relief.
Then he said: "Brother Ning, those two people are not here for anything else, just for this."
"Jingyue Shenzhen."
"Yes, they want to get a magic needle to open up their own meridians. The consequences of this needle falling into the hands of bad people are unimaginable, but in your hands it can cure diseases, save lives, and benefit the whole country. Although our Jiang family has it, we have no ability to use it.
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Mr. Jiang pursed his lips and continued: "Instead of letting this magical object be used as a decoration, why not give it to you so that it can play its role and have the ability to protect it."
"Old man, it's a bit hot for you."
In fact, Ning Fan was already moved. It would be a good thing to have this fine silver needle for himself, but he was also worried about whether it would cause unnecessary trouble.
"Now it's hard for me to trust anyone except you. Rather than being taken away by someone with evil intentions, why not give it to you."
Ning Fan thought for a long time and said: "Well, if the old man chooses to believe me, then I can't let you down, so I will accept it."
"Okay, I believe this Spiritual Needle can be used to its fullest potential by Brother Ning." Mr. Jiang finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Old man, then I will accept it without any courtesy."
"Take it, you're welcome, just think of it as repaying your life-saving grace." Mr. Jiang said.
"It's nothing. It's just a simple effort. Those who target you will probably not come to you again, at least not for a while, unless they no longer want to live."
When I think of the black and white evil spirits who are greedy for life and afraid of death, I will definitely give up the idea of Jingyue Shenzhen.
Such people would not kill themselves because of a few silver needles. Even if they survived Ning Fan's punch, it would be enough for them to cultivate themselves for more than a month.
In fact, Mr. Jiang not only wanted to repay Ning Fan for saving his life, but also wanted to get Ning Fan's protection.
After all, Ning Fan's strength and background lie there, hoping to deter some people with bad intentions.
"Brother Ning, I will leave first. Come and sit down when you have time."
"No problem, then I won't give it away. Remember to take your medicine on time." Ning Fan reminded casually.
But when these words sound to others, they feel that the taste has changed a bit, and it feels weird.
After noon, Ning Fan came to the hospital leisurely and put the fine silver needle into the safe in his office.
This thing is a good thing, and it cannot be measured by price.
There were quite a lot of people in the hospital today, and Ning Fan was going to see if there were any patients who needed help.
As a result, as soon as I left, I met Tang Feiyang, Du Lei and others at the door, looking anxious.
Ning Fan walked over and asked in surprise: "What are you doing here if you don't train? Is it possible that someone is injured?"