Lu Feishi asked for two million in treatment fees and asked Bian Qingli to publicly apologize.
Liang Guanxing didn't dare to make the decision and ran over to seek Bian Qingli's opinion.
The current Vice President Bian is no longer as arrogant as before, his facial features are in pain, and his whole body is soaked with sweat.
His right arm became more and more swollen and he lost all feeling. The green line on his wrist had already crossed the elbow and went straight to his shoulder.
At this point, money and face were far less important than life, so Bian Qingli agreed without even thinking about it.
Next, with the support of several colleagues, he respectfully bowed and apologized to Lu Fei, and then transferred two million.
I just lost a bet to Lu Fei about the century-old wild ginseng, and now I'm giving him two million as an unconditional gift.
Nearly five million was spent each time, which was more than his total annual income, which made Bian Qingli heart-wrenching.
He took people's money to eliminate the disaster. After receiving the money, Lu Fei was in a good mood. He asked someone to help him take off Bian Qingli's shirt, borrowed a pair of silver needles, disinfected them and took action decisively.
Lu Fei's hand was like lightning. Almost with a wave of his hand, six three-inch needles stabbed firmly and firmly into six major acupoints including Bian Qingli Tianzong, Chengfeng, and Zhongfu. Each needle penetrated to a different depth.
Looking at the green line on the meridians of Bian Qingli's arm, it quickly retreated as if encountering a natural enemy. After a few seconds, it retreated to the position of the wrist and stopped.
"Ghost Gate Divine Needle?"
"How can this be?"
Liang Guanxing jumped and Lao Gao was shocked.
Lu Fei once again picked up a five-inch needle and said with a smile.
"President Liang is worthy of being called Taishan Beidou. He really has good eyesight."
"How did you come up with the ghost needle that has been lost for more than two hundred years?"
"How could you...ah!"
"Mr. Lu, are you a descendant of the ghost sect?" Liang Guanxing grabbed Lu Fei's arm and asked incoherently and excitedly.
"Haha, if I were a descendant of the Ghost Sect, I would have nailed you to death with the Seven Arrows Book. Why am I still wasting my time with you?" Lu Fei said.
To outsiders, the conversation between these two people sounded like a monk chanting sutras, but the veterans present all changed their expressions upon hearing this, and were all dumbfounded in surprise.
Guimen Shenzhen, also called Guimen Thirteen Needles, was created by Zhang Daoling, the ancestor of Zhengdao.
The entire set of acupuncture methods varies endlessly depending on the disease, and is particularly effective in treating stubborn diseases such as yin evil, poisoning, hemiplegia, stroke, etc.
It is a pity that this miraculous acupuncture method was unfortunately lost due to the entry of the Manchu Qing Dynasty. This is also a lingering pain in the hearts of all future generations of Chinese medicine practitioners.
Ten minutes later, Lu Fei took out the six silver needles one by one.
The meridians have been sealed, and the green line formed by the toxin has been fixed on the wrist and will never move even a single inch.
If you use your own Qilin needle, the time can be shortened by half and the effect will be more significant.
It's a pity that Bian Qingli is not worthy of Qilin Needle.
After taking the towel handed by the waiter and wiping his hands, Lu Fei announced that it was time to stop working. Qingli was not going to work anymore.
"Mr. Lu, stay here. You haven't completely detoxified me yet."
Lu Fei smiled and said.
"I promise to save your life. Don't worry, the poison will not spread in this life. As long as you don't do anything immoral, I guarantee you a long life."
"puff!"
Bian Qingli was so angry that he almost vomited three liters of blood.
"Mr. Lu, please stop joking, okay? I don't have any feeling in my hands now. You have to help me completely detoxify me if you charge me two million."
"Bian Qingli, don't mess with the audition."
"I only promised to save your life. When did I promise to help you completely detoxify?"
The toxin suppressed it, and Bian Qingli's voice became a little louder.
"That won't work. If you accept my money, you have to completely eliminate my toxins, otherwise you have to return the money to me."
Lu Fei sneered.
"Bian Laogou, you are so shameless."
"Okay, I'll give you the money back."
"Who is that? Lend me your silver needle and I will give it to Vice President Bian to restore it. Just wait for the memorial service for Vice President Bian in seven days."
"Fuck!"
Everyone stared with big eyes and small eyes, wondering who is this shameless?
When Bian Qingli heard about the restoration, he was so frightened that he almost peed his pants.
Not to mention whether I will die after seven days, I don't want to experience that kind of pain again.
"Lu Fei, don't mess around, I don't want the two million anymore."
"Tell me, how can you completely detoxify me?" Bian Qingli said.
Lu Fei curled his lips disdainfully and said.
"It would have been nice to have done this earlier. It's really shameful."
"It may be a bit troublesome to completely detoxify. Give me a million medical expenses and I will reluctantly help you."
"puff!"
"Lu Fei, you are too damn dark." Bian Qingli roared hysterically.
"Haha, Vice President Bian can choose not to detoxify. I'm not forcing you."
"Besides this, there is another condition. Bian Dawei is your grandson. He and that bitch Cao Lina made rude remarks to me outside just now. You call them two to kowtow to me and apologize, otherwise there will be no discussion."
"Lu Fei, you fucking bullied me too much." Bian Qingli yelled through gritted teeth.
"Haha, I don't want to help you now. Vice President Bian, take care. I'll take my leave."
"you......."
"Okay, I admit defeat, I promise you." Bian Qingli surrendered like a defeated rooster with his head drooping.
Half an hour later, Lu Fei's text message notification card showed an extra five million. Looking at the couple kneeling at his feet, Lu Fei felt extremely happy.
"Lu Fei, I have fulfilled all your requirements, now you can detoxify me." Bian Qingli shouted.
"No problem, I am the most trustworthy person."
Lu Fei asked the waiter for a sharp knife, burned it with a lighter for disinfection, then pinched Bian Qingli's bruised and swollen middle finger and stabbed it hard, causing a stream of black and purple blood to flow out.
Lu Fei wiped his hands and said.
"Squeeze it out hard until all the black blood is gone."
Bian Qingli asked with a confused look on his face.
"This, this is the end?"
"Isn't this just bloodletting?"
"Yes, it's bloodletting. Just drain out the poisonous blood. You don't even know this? You didn't learn your medical skills from your wife, did you?"
Bian Qingli suddenly jumped up, pointed angrily at Lu Fei and cursed.
"Lu Fei, you bastard, it's just a simple bloodletting. How dare you ask me for five million? Are you still a fucking human?"
"Shut up, why do you still spend money to ask me for help when it's so simple? Aren't you a bitch, old dog?" Lu Fei sneered.
"Lu Fei, I'm drafting uncle, just wait for me, I won't let you go."
Bian Laogou, who had been deceived by Lu Fei, had no face to stay any longer, so he left Hongyan Tower with a pair of dog men and women, putting aside their cruel words.
At this time, everyone also realized that Lu Fei had been planning to harm Bian Qingli from the beginning. The reason was that Bian Qingli's grandson offended Lu Fei outside.
It's just that the sacrifices made by everyone to offend Lu Fei were too great.
A hundred-year-old ginseng plant cost seven million in cash. Not to mention, the worst thing is the Bian family's face. From now on, I'm afraid Vice President Bian will be completely reduced to a pleasant talk for everyone after dinner.