Unparalleled Immortal Physician

The little boy suddenly swayed and fell straight onto the sidewalk.

so close!

Zhang Fan walked over quickly.

I saw the little boy lying on the ground, convulsing all over his body and foaming at the mouth.

The man rushed over, picked up the little boy, and shouted eagerly: "Xiaoyong, Xiaoyong, oh my god, I'm smoking again!"

As a doctor, Zhang Fan's professional instinct drove him to help.

"Brother, do you need help?"

The man raised his head and said angrily, "Help? It would be great if someone could help."

"Does the child often have convulsions?"

"Epileptic! I have a convulsion once every three days, and it's like this when I'm convulsed. It's frightening to death."

"Didn't you go to the big hospital?"

The man glanced at Zhang Fan suspiciously: "Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Because I see that the child is not epileptic."

"It's not what epilepsy is."

"It's a sinister disease!"

At this time, Zhang Fan had already seen a ray of yin energy invisible to ordinary people on the forehead of the little boy, and in this yin energy, appearing and disappearing from time to time, there was a ferocious skull face, and from the skull's eye sockets, slowly dripping blood

This is exactly one of the "three depressions" mentioned in the "Ghost Disease Record" of the Xuandao medical spectrum.

The three pressure syndromes are ghosts pressing the bed, ghosts pressing the head and ghosts pressing the feet.

And what the little boy got was the most dangerous ghost head among the three pressures: there was a ghost living in his brain.

If the ghosts are not driven away in time, they will generally not live for two years.

"Sickness?" The man was dubious.

"Yes. There is no need to take medicine for this disease. As long as the evil poison in his body is dispelled, he will be cured immediately."

Even though Zhang Fan didn't directly mention ghosts, but only vaguely said "evil poison", it still aroused the disgust of the man, thinking that Zhang Fan was a magic stick walking in the rivers and lakes.

He gave Zhang Fan a hard look, and said, "I'm a state cadre with a higher education. You'd better use this quack to deceive people who haven't studied."

Zhang Fan got very annoyed, and spread his hands, "I just see the child is so small, it's so pitiful."

Instead, the man raised his voice: "I'm annoying, stay away from me! Or I'll make you suffer!"

Zhang Yan ran over, pulled Zhang Fan away, and persuaded, "Brother, why bother! Stop meddling in other people's business from now on."

Zhang Fan kept looking back at the little boy, feeling very unbearable in his heart, alas, he is quite a boy

Zhang Yan couldn't help but drag Zhang Fan back to the car.

After driving Zhang Yan back to Jiangqing University, Zhang Fan and Han Hua were just about to leave the city when their cell phone rang.

When I saw the number, my heart skipped a beat.

He never expected that it was Meng San's wife who called.

Before He Feng escaped last time, he came to look for Zhang Fan, and brought Meng San's request from the detention center, asking Zhang Fan to take care of his wife.

Zhang Fan made a phone call to greet Mrs. Meng after the incident. The two sides exchanged some polite words on the phone, but there was no substantive communication.

Mrs. Meng suddenly called tonight. It seemed that something serious must have happened.

"Sister-in-law Meng, I'm Zhang Fan, how are you?"

Before Mrs. Meng could speak, she began to cry first.

"Sister-in-law Meng, what happened?" Zhang Fan already had an ominous premonition.

"Brother Meng, he's gone!" Mrs. Meng said in tears.

"what!"

Startled, Zhang Fan turned the steering wheel in his hand, and the car almost hit a big sycamore tree by the side of the road.

"What's going on? Isn't Brother Meng in custody?" Zhang Fan stopped the car and asked eagerly.

"Come here some time, and we'll talk about it when we meet."

"Okay, I happen to be in the city, you wait at home, I'll be there right away."

Zhang Fan originally planned to take Han Hua to go together, but suddenly felt that it was a funeral after all, Han Hua and Zhang Fan slept in the same bed every day, I don't know if they are twins at this time, if they are pregnant, it is not good to get the bad breath of the funeral.

So, he took a taxi to Hanhua and went back to Zhangjiabu first, and he drove to Meng's house by himself.

The Meng family is in the outskirts of the city. It is a large courtyard with high courtyard walls and electric grids on the courtyard walls. It looks both solemn and majestic.

The nanny came out to open the gate, Zhang Fan followed the nanny around the long veranda, turned around a lotus pond, and came to a quiet small courtyard in the backyard.

A round tea table was placed under the lilac tree, and Mrs. Meng was sitting in front of the table, wearing a soap-colored dress, with a small white flower pinned to the high point of her left front chest.

She is about in her early 30s. She is small and supple, well-slender, with attractive facial features, especially the creamy skin exposed from the deep open collar of the soap coat. It can be guessed that this is a charming woman full of femininity.

Because Zhang Fan was coming, Mrs. Meng had already brewed fragrant tea and waited for him.

Seeing Zhang Fan stepping into the small courtyard, she hurriedly stood up, her waist slung up to welcome her, she was full of fragrance, and she held Zhang Fan's hand with tears in her eyes, choked up before saying anything:

"Mr. Zhang, Lao Meng passed away three days ago."

"How is it possible? My brother Meng is as good as a cow, why did he suddenly say no?"

"They said he had an acute myocardial infarction."

"Myocardial infarction? Has Brother Meng had this disease before?"

"No. Brother Meng had no heart problems before, but now the forensic doctor has made a conclusion."

"The forensic doctor has made a conclusion? There are many reasons for the myocardial infarction, have they been ruled out one by one? Sister Meng, don't you think this is a bit strange?" Zhang Fan was furious.

"I know better than you."

"Speak straight."

"Lao Meng was plotted against." After Madam Meng finished speaking, she covered her face with tears streaming from her fingers.

Zhang Fan didn't know how to comfort him, so he just stood there in a daze.

After a few minutes, seeing Mrs. Meng calmed down, Zhang Fan asked:

"Sister-in-law, do you know something inside? Tell me quickly, I want to avenge Brother Meng."

Zhang Fan has always been grateful to Meng San.

In the detention center, it was Meng San who saved Zhang Fan from suffering. When Zhang Fan encountered difficulties and his younger sister could not go to college, Meng San offered to help him. Although Zhang Fan did not accept the funding, Meng San actively helped him sell benefits. Yuan Yaojiu made him cross that hurdle.

The feeling of sending charcoal in the snow made Zhang Fan unforgettable.

Mrs. Meng took out her handkerchief to wipe away her tears, and then asked Zhang Fan to sit at the table, held the teacup in a pair of white jade hands, and said softly, "Mr. Zhang, please drink the tea first, and I will tell you slowly."

Zhang Fan sipped the fragrant tea while listening to Mrs. Meng's story.

It turned out that Mrs. Meng had ambushed an informant in the detention center where her husband was. After Meng San's accident, the informant revealed to her that on the eve of Meng San's sudden death, a suspect suddenly entered the detention center and lived in the same cell as Meng San.

That night, when the inmates in the cell were sleeping, they suddenly heard Meng San hissing. When everyone woke up, they found Meng San clutching his chest and struggling for his life, while the new suspect was standing beside Meng San's bed.

According to the suspect himself, he went to have a look when he heard Meng San calling out.

One suspect quietly reported to the informant that he had insomnia that night and did not fall asleep. He saw the new suspect sneaking up to Meng San's bed, and pressed Meng San's chest while he was sleeping. The blow came to a sudden stop.