Unparalleled Immortal Physician

Mr. Shao was ruthless: "Madi, I fell into the hands of migrant workers today! 100 million is 100 million, deal! Tell me your account number!"

Mr. Shao took out his mobile phone, ready to transfer money.

"Young Master Shao, haha, you're overthinking!" Zhang Fan laughed again, "Did I say 100 million? I said 100, and now I added a word of [-] million, [-] billion, do you think it's okay? "

Mr. Shao's chest exploded: "Fucking shit!"

He stretched out his hand, picked up the phone, and threw it at Zhang Fan's head.

The chopsticks in Zhang Fan's hand moved upwards.

"when!"

The mobile phone was broken, and the chopsticks passed through the palm!

"Oh!"

Young Master Shao screamed.

"You're tired of living!"

Young Master Shao cried out in pain, ignoring the chopsticks in his palm, he swung the chair with the other hand and threw it at Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan lightly caught the chair with his hands and poked it forward.

The back of the chair suddenly pressed against Mr. Shao's chest!

Like an iron pestle, Mr. Shao was severely injured, his chest became hot, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Zhang Fan leaned over from the table, grabbed Mr. Shao's ears, and pulled him away!

"Ouch!"

Mr. Shao screamed again, and a gap was ripped from the base of the ear vertically!

Mr. Shao was completely bewildered by these blows. He knew that if he met a real master, he would only die if he fought again.

The characteristic of a rotten person is that they are highly mobile. If they can advance, they will advance, and if they have to retreat, they will retreat. He screamed: "Sir, please forgive me!"

"Forgive me?"

Zhang Fan still didn't want to finish, grabbed his head with both hands and pressed it on the table, kowtowed three times, it was a kowtow.

Letting go of his hand, Mr. Shao raised his head, a red envelope the size of a jujube protruded from his forehead, like an old birthday star!

Young master Shao stared at Zhang Fan, begging for mercy: "Sir, don't beat me to death!"

"Kill you, dirty my hands!"

Zhang Fan picked up half a bowl of beef noodles on the table, including soup and noodles, and threw it at his face.

Splashed a face full of flowers!

Mr. Shao had noodles hanging from his eyes and eyebrows, and noodles hanging from his ears. The spicy noodle soup got into his eyes, and he fell back to the ground in pain, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and rolling on the ground.

The waiter hurried over, pulled Mr. Shao up from the ground, and pulled him to the faucet.

Mr. Shao rinsed it with tap water for a long time before he managed to open his eyes. Two front teeth were missing in his mouth, which were knocked off by the big sea bowl.

Zhang Fan pushed towards Young Master Shao step by step.

Mr. Shao's legs went limp, and he fell to his knees: "Sir——"

"Is it okay to trouble Hanhua's family in the future?" Zhang Fan asked loudly.

"No matter how courageous I am, I dare not go!"

Hanhua grabbed Zhang Fan's arm and pulled it out of the door: "Let's go, this kind of person will feel uncomfortable just looking at him for a minute."

The two left the restaurant together.

The evening wind on the street was a bit chilly, and Hanhua snuggled up tightly to Zhang Fan's shoulder.

"Hanhua, what are you thinking?"

Hanhua bit his shoulder lightly with her teeth, and whispered: "The anger that has been stuck in my heart for several years finally came out today."

"It's all your fault for pulling me away, otherwise, I'll abuse him again."

"I'm afraid you will face a lawsuit if you kill him."

After a while, Hanhua asked again: "He gave you 100 million just now, why didn't you sell me?"

"If you give me 1000 million, I'll sell you."

While laughing, Zhang Fan put his finger into Hanhua's armpit, and pulled the armpit hair.These days, Zhang Fan likes to pull the fine hair under her armpits when he has nothing to do. It's fluffy and very fun.

"You're so bad! It's not good with you."

As soon as Zhang Fan grabbed her, her whole body felt numb and wanted to lie down.However, at this moment, she had no choice but to hold Zhang Fan tightly, leaning on him with most of her body weight.

"Just kidding with you. I won't sell you, I still want you to give me two beautiful little Liu Hanhua."

"Fuck you, say it coyly."

When the two returned to the hotel, they were really tired, took a shower and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the two left Shui County and drove straight to Liujiazhuang, fifty miles away.

This is a big village, located at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by high mountains, continuous, imposing, and a sense of mystery in the mountains.

Han Hua's home was dilapidated beyond Zhang Fan's imagination: three low thatched houses, half of the glass on the windows was broken, nailed to the top with agricultural film, and the agricultural film also had a few holes in the middle, blown by the wind. swing.

The room was dark, and there was hardly a decent piece of furniture.

There were two torn quilts on the kang, and a mess of cotton wool was exposed from the damaged openings.

Although Mom and Dad are only less than 50 years old, they look very old and have wrinkles on their faces.

Dad is tall and arched, but Fang Fang's face is a little crooked.

At first glance, Zhang Fan thought he had suffered a stroke, but judging from his thin figure and appearance, there was no possibility of a stroke at all.

I can't help but have doubts in my heart.

Like my father, my mother is skinny and skinny, with a face full of bitterness and hatred. However, her straight oval face and slender figure are very similar to Hanhua, and her waist can remind people of her youth. Your mother should be a great beauty.

If you live in a wealthy family in the city, a woman under the age of 50 is still a charming age when she still has the charm of a mid-mature woman.

It's pitiful, but the mother in front of me looks like an old lady in her 60s.

Life, for some low-level people, if you put away the pain, there is nothing else left.

The worst is grandma!

The old man was lying on the small kang in the east room, her eyes closed, her breathing weak, and she looked like she was lying on a mortuary table.

"Grandma!" Hanhua screamed, rushed over, fell on her body, and burst into tears.

"Grandma, what's the matter with you? Open your eyes and see, your Hanhua is back!"

Hanhua's crying became louder and louder, and it was especially sad in the twilight.

Zhang Fan couldn't help but shed tears.

"Han Hua," Zhang Fan gently pulled Han Hua up, "Don't cry yourself out."

Seeing that the new son-in-law cared so much for his daughter, the parents standing aside glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief:

In their view, no matter how hard or tiring life is, as long as their children have a happy future, everything is satisfied.

"Xiao Fan, give my grandma a cure." Han Hua turned around, fell into Zhang Fan's arms, and beat him lightly with her fists.

"Don't worry, let me take a look."

As Zhang Fan said, he sat on the edge of the kang, grabbed grandma's hand, and felt her pulse.

After cutting it carefully for a few minutes, he stood up and said, "Grandma has no specific illness!"

"what?"

Mom, Dad and Hanhua shouted together: "Are you sick?"

"Then why don't you eat or drink and still have a low fever?" Mom asked.

Zhang Fan said: "It's like this. Grandma's long-term worry and anxiety lead to exhaustion and mental exhaustion. Coupled with malnutrition, it led to hypoglycemia and decreased resistance. When encountering wind and cold, it was delayed and did not heal. Naturally, she had a low-grade fever."

"But now, what should I do? My grandma is unconscious!" Hanhua asked.