From The Villain Rich Second Generation Began to Rise

Chapter 280 Wishful Abacus

This is the wishful thinking of Mr. Fan!

"Brother Fang, I haven't seen you in more than ten years, don't come here unharmed?"

With a smile on his face, Old Man Fan stepped out of the yard and looked at Fang Zhenren, wearing a Taoist robe outside the door, holding Buddha dust in his hand, and looking like a fairy-style Taoist bone.

"Fan Xiandi."

According to Taoist etiquette, Fang Zhen made a gesture of holding Yuan Shouyi, and then bowed slightly.

"Brother Fang, please in the house."

"I have already prepared the best Biluochun, and I am waiting for you."

"Knowing that hello, this sip is all the new tea before the Ming Dynasty." Old man Fan smiled and made a gesture of please: "They are all eighteen years old and have not experienced a man's slender young girls after they are picked."

"Guaranteed freshness."

"tasty."

Old Man Fan smiled and said, "The aftertaste is endless!"

"Then it's better to be respectful than fate."

Fang Zhenren, who has enjoyed tea since childhood, naturally smiled and walked into the villa with Mr. Fan.

"Brother Fang, please."

After Elder Fan gave Fang Zhenren a cup of tea, he looked at Fang Zhenren expectantly: "Brother Fang, don't you know my body?"

That's right, the most important purpose of Master Fan's invitation to Fang Zhen is to let Fang Zhen see his body!

Since the end of the Chinese New Year last year, his body has not been as good as the day, and he has a feeling that the end is approaching.

But after going to the hospital for countless examinations, the doctor couldn't see that he was ugly.

Can only prescribe some tranquilizers, saying that he is too anxious.

At that time, Old Man Fan wanted to point at the so-called expert and curse, saying that he was anxious about your grandma's size.

Now he has given all the Fan family matters to Fan Chengwen. He usually walks the birds, waters the flowers, drinks tea and reads the newspaper. Is this still anxious?

For health.

The doctor said that it is not good to turn on the air conditioner too much.

So in the summer, when he rests every night, several eighteen-year-old beauties will take turns standing beside him, swaying a fan and fanning for him.

In winter, it was two eighteen-year-old beauties who put on their pajamas and went into the bed to warm him up.

When he rests, these two beauties will hold him one foot to warm his feet.

Because the doctor said, air conditioning is not good for the body, and it is too dry, so it needs to be naturally heated.

What is natural heat?

Body temperature is naturally the best natural heat!

But with such a leisurely regimen, Mr. Fan felt that he might be dead soon.

For this reason, he deliberately invited Fang Zhen to come, with the last hope.

Decades ago, Fang Zhenren saved him.

Now he naturally hopes that Fang Zhenren can save him again and prolong his life!

The supreme truth in the world is that the poor are afraid of death, and the rich are even more afraid of death!

Old man Fan was very afraid of death.

"Fan Xiandi."

Fang Zhenren naturally understood what Elder Fan meant in an instant, and he gave a wry smile: "The so-called life and death have fate, wealth and honor are in the sky."

"A person's life is fixed, and how old you should live is how old you should live."

"If you are less than a few years old, black and white impermanence won't leave you. When the age is over, Da Luo Jinxian can't keep you."

"Although I am good at medical skills, there are limits to medical skills."

Fang Zhenren looked at Old Man Fan: "No matter how good a doctor is, no one who wants to commit suicide can be saved."

"Similarly, people who have reached the end of their lives will not be saved."

"This--."

"Snapped."

Old man Fan looked stiff, and the Jingdezhen Queen's special hand-painted gold-plated tea cup worth more than one hundred thousand in his hand fell to the ground and fell apart with the tea.

Just like the heart of Old Man Fan.

He knew very well that Fang Zhenren's remarks were telling him that his life was up.

Even though Fang Zhenren is a famous medical saint, he can't be saved.

"Gudong."

Old man Fan swallowed hard and spit.

Although he had been mentally prepared for this, he was still a little uncomfortable when it was about to happen. After all, it was his own fate.

"Brother Fang."

"Excuse me."

After all, it was the old fox, and after a brief astonishment, Old Man Fan still reacted. He took a deep breath and forced himself to accept this fact.

"It's all fate."

Fang Zhen smiled bitterly: "Like my disciple Ye Fan, I have already counted that he has a catastrophe this year, so I let him go down the mountain this year."

"I thought it was a catastrophe, but who knew it was a catastrophe of life."

"Everything is fate, I can't help it at all."

"Ugh."

Fang Zhenren let out a long sigh.

A sense of twilight appeared on him.

Obviously, because of Ye Fan's death, Fang Zhen was also greatly affected.

"Brother Fang, sorrow."

The pain of the other person's real person, Old Man Fan can understand.

After all, Ye Fan is the successor of Fang Zhen's painstaking effort and cultivation.

It's like if Fan Chengwen died suddenly at this moment.

Elder Fan would definitely prefer to replace Fan Chengwen to die immediately instead of letting Fan Chengwen die.

"Brother Fang, don't know me."

Old Man Fan looked at Fang Zhenren with a complicated expression: "How long is it?"

Fang Zhenren didn't speak, but glanced at Old Man Fan, and then stretched out three fingers.

"This?"

When Old Man Fan saw this, he was taken aback.

What do these three fingers mean?

Three seconds?

Three days?

"Is there still three years?"

Elder Fan didn't expect that he could live for another 30 years, even if he lived for three years, that was not bad.

"Three months."

Fang Zhenren answered Old Man Fan with a serious expression: "I can prescribe a medicine for you, but it can only prolong your lifespan by seven to forty-nine."

"Three months and forty-nine days."

"Unless Da Luo Jinxian makes a move."

Fang Zhen smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, medicine and stone will be difficult to treat."

"Then thank you Brother Fang."

Old Man Fan looked sad. He really didn't expect that he had only more than a hundred days left.

"Fan Xiandi."

After prescribing the prescription for Mr. Fan, Fang Zhenren looked at Mr. Fan with a serious expression: "My disciple, Ye Fan, how did he die?"

"I also hope that Fan Xiandi will solve my doubts."

There was a deep chill in Fang Zhenren's eyes. He came here this time to avenge Ye Fan!

"It's a long story."

Old man Fan stayed away more than Ye Fan and Lin Yunfeng vie for Han Ling'er. Fan Chengwen was optimistic about Lin Yunfeng's affairs and told Fang Zhenren about the matter.

Because the end of the day, he had no intention of going to pit Lin Yunfeng.

So it's basically fair.

"Damn it."

"Lin Yunfeng!"

After listening to what Elder Fan said, Fang Zhen's eyes were full of anger and coldness: "I will kill him."

"Use his head to pay homage to my disciple Ye Fan's spirit in the sky!"

"He's damn it!"

Fang Zhen had trained Ye Fan for more than 20 years, and only then did Ye Fan become an excellent successor with both medical and martial arts!

To him, Ye Fan is not only his apprentice, but also his son.

The vengeance of the murderer adds the vengeance of the murderer, so he naturally wants to kill Lin Yunfeng, for Ye Fan.

revenge!

"On weekends, the Gusu Chamber of Commerce will hold an annual meeting."

Old Man Fan said unintentionally, "By then."

"Lin Yunfeng will go to participate."

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