Unparalleled Immortal Physician

In order to save some face, Mr. Zhao hurriedly prescribed a "Wuquan Yinzi Soup" and asked the clerk to go out quickly to catch up with the middle-aged patient.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan was a little moved: It seems that Mr. Zhao still has some medical ethics.This flavor of "Wuquan Yinzi Soup" can at least make the middle-aged patient last half a month longer.

But Dean Zhao didn't understand the psychological activities of Zhang Fan and his grandfather. He was completely immersed in the miraculous story of "Thirteen Needles of Zhao's Rebirth". You are a miracle doctor!I, Zhao Putong, at least draw with you!

Seeing his grandson's smug expression, Mr. Zhao knew that if it continued, the situation would be even more embarrassing. It would be better to end the game early, so he stood up and asked Dean Zhao to sit here instead of him, and he led Zhang Fan to the pharmacy manager's office.

"I invited Dr. Zhang to come today, not because of my physical illness, but because of something else."

"please say."

"I have a granddaughter who graduated from a medical university with a Ph.D. and is now working as a doctor in Jiangqing Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. She has an incurable disease." Mr. Zhao said in a sad voice.

Zhang Fan smiled slightly, shook his head and said, "You're humble. Mr. Zhao is the world's best doctor. How could he not be able to cure his own granddaughter's illness?"

"How could I not want to be cured? Now I'm at the end of my rope, and Dr. Zhang is my last hope."

"What disease?"

"If you know what the disease is, you won't bother Dr. Zhang." Mr. Zhao shook his head and handed over a piece of paper with a wry smile.

"This is my granddaughter's phone number. When you are free, please contact her."

Zhang Fan took it, looked at it casually, and put it in his pocket.

"Okay, I'll call her when I have time."

After bidding farewell to Mr. Zhao, Zhang Fan suddenly remembered the floor of the building at home, so he drove straight to the Decoration Materials Plaza in Jiangqing City.

When I arrived at the exhibition hall, I looked at several types of flooring, asked about the price, and fell in love with a hard solid wood one. After calculation, if all three floors are installed, the floor alone will cost 10,000+.

However, although synthetic flooring is cheap, it is neither environmentally friendly nor as elegant as solid wood.

After some hesitation, I still decided: either not install the floor, or install the best solid wood floor.

At present, the money on hand is not enough.

Making money is still the number one priority.

Zhang Fan was feeling emotional. Just as he was about to leave the center, he suddenly received a call from Mrs. Meng Lin Qiaomeng.

Lin Qiaomeng's voice was very panicked: "Zhang Fan, come to my house some time."

"What happened? Sister Meng?" Zhang Fan was startled.

"Let's talk in detail when you come."

"I happen to be in the city right now. Is it convenient to go there right away?"

"Are you in the city? What a coincidence, come here quickly."

Without saying a word, Zhang Fan got into the car and went straight to the Meng Mansion.

Lin Qiaomeng was already waiting at the gate of the villa. Seeing Zhang Fan get out of the car, he rushed forward and grabbed his hand, tears streaming down his face: "Xiao Fan, I'm scared!"

"What the hell happened?"

Lin Qiaomeng let Zhang Fan into the living room and started talking slowly.

It turned out that after the news of Meng San's death came out, some former cronies felt that Lin Qiaomeng was a weak woman and could take advantage of it, so they united a few people to seek Lin Qiaomeng's "debt", and they proved to each other that Meng San owed them much before money, and threatened that if Lin Qiaomeng did not pay back the money, measures would be taken against her.

Lin Qiaomeng sternly refused at first, and this group of people refused to let it go, they kept making phone calls and knocking on doorsteps.

Lin Qiaomeng called the police, and the police came, saying that it was an economic dispute and they were not in their charge.

This group of people became even more rampant, and even stayed at home and made a mess of the house.

"When are they coming?"

Zhang Fan asked in a deep voice.

"In the past two days, every day after dark, they climbed in from outside the courtyard wall. More than a dozen people quarreled in my house all night and left at dawn."

Lin Qiaomeng's eyes were frightened.

This group of people obviously think that widows are easy to bully!

Zhang Fan said out of breath, "Tonight, I'm going to meet these rascals!"

Looking at his watch, it was already past six o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Fan called Hanhua and told her that tonight he was going to stay in a hole to help catch thieves in a friend's house, and he couldn't go back to Zhangjiabu.

Hanhua told Zhang Fan to be careful.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Fan said: "Sister-in-law, you and the nanny are going to sleep in the hotel tonight, and I will wait for them here alone. Tell them to come and kill one, or two to die!"

"With you here, I'm not afraid of anything. I won't go to a hotel."

Lin Qiaomeng shook his head and said.

Zhang Fan was a little embarrassed: All night, in such a big villa, except for an old nanny, he was the only one with such a young, beautiful and charming little widow, okay?

Lin Qiaomeng saw Zhang Fan's thoughts, and said, "You will be lonely if you are alone at home. I can talk to you. Besides, if you squat in the pit at night, you will be hungry. I can make you supper."

Zhang Fan suddenly realized: Is she hiding treasure at home, worried that something will happen to the treasure if I am an outsider at home?

There is such a possibility.

After all, home is her home, and I can't throw her out and be alone in her home.

"so be it."

Lin Qiaomeng was obviously very happy. Hearing that Zhang Fan hadn't had dinner yet, he tied up his apron and went to the kitchen.

Zhang Fan was sitting in the living room, and just turned on the TV to watch for a while, when Lin Qiaomeng called out from the kitchen, "Zhang Fan, help me."

Zhang Fan put down the remote control, walked into the kitchen, and found that Lin Qiaomeng was worrying about a big lump of frozen salmon.

"I want to fry salmon for you, but it's too frozen to chop."

Zhang Fan took the kitchen knife from her and said, "Stand behind me."

Then, he raised the knife, and the knife fell with his hand.

The huge fish block was instantly cut in half.

Lin Qiaomeng was taken aback: "You are so strong!"

Zhang Fan was praised by this sweet voice, and he continued to work hard, cutting the salmon into neat slices with more than ten consecutive knives!

"Hey," Lin Qiaomeng raised his thin white hands, pinched the fish fillets on the chopping board, and sighed, "If this is killing people, why don't you kill them with a single head?"

Zhang Fan threw the kitchen knife on the chopping board, laughed and said, "I don't dare to cut people, but killing pigs and sheep should be a side dish."

Lin Qiaomeng squinted and smiled, looked at Zhang Fan, and said coquettishly: "Look at you, you are so beautiful, you are still panting when you say you are fat!"

These eyebrows, these eyes, every frown and smile, are really looking forward to shining and captivating.

Zhang Fan couldn't help feeling hot in his chest, and took half a step back.

Lin Qiaomeng giggled happily: "Are you afraid of me? Can I eat you?"

"No, no, I'm afraid you'll be busy first, I'm going to watch TV."

He turned around and walked out of the kitchen. Just as he was about to open the kitchen door, a small hand grabbed his skirt and said, "Don't just sit and wait to eat ready-made ones, help me do it!"

Zhang Fan had no choice but to roll up his sleeves.

After working for an hour, I made a hot dinner.