The Super-Quality Medical God of the City

Chapter 7 Ten million lives!

"You go!"

The fat man's voice was extremely excited. At this moment, Chu Fan seemed to be his last straw. If he didn't succeed, his life might be over.

"Why should I save him?"

Chu Fan's cold and arrogant voice came, and he didn't intend to make a move.

"I don't know him, and he is not my friend and relative?"

"You won't save him?"

Hearing Chu Fan's words, the big fat man's face suddenly darkened, and he said slightly threateningly:

"If you don't save him, I'll send you to hell!"

I don't know why, but after listening to it, Chu Fan's face didn't change much, but became extremely dull.

"Really?" Chu Fan looked at the fat man coldly.

Seeing Chu Fan's eyes, the fat man suddenly trembled all over, feeling as if he was being watched by a ghost from hell. In an instant, his hair stood up, as if he had come to Jiuyou Hell.

At that moment, it was like being suffocated, and for a moment, it was as if one's life was gently held in someone's hand!

Gudong!

Finally, in less than three seconds, the big fat man couldn't hold on any longer, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

"Demon, you are here. A demon from hell!"

Looking at Chu Feng, the fat man said in a trembling voice.

"It's over, everything is over." The big fat man fell to the ground and made a hopeless voice.

"Isn't it impossible to save him?"

Suddenly, a voice came into the ears of the big fat man who had lost all hope.

"Are you willing to save Young Master Tang?"

The fat man stood up abruptly and said excitedly.

"Ten million, one life!" Chu Fan said coldly.

Originally, Chu Fan didn't want to make a move, but when he thought about what happened just now, a hundred-year-old medicinal material would cost several million, but his pockets are empty now.

Therefore, for the sake of cultivation and improvement, Chu Fan said this.

"What? 1000 million?"

Hearing Chu Fan's words, the fat man was shocked. This is 1000 million, which is equivalent to the lifetime expenses of several ordinary people!

"How sure are you?" the fat man asked seriously.

"Ten percent?" Chu Fan replied flatly.

Hearing Chu Fan's words, the fat man hadn't spoken yet, but Dr. Zheng made a mocking and sarcastic voice first:
"Tenty percent, even if my master, the national doctor Qian Laolai, dare not say that he is [-]% sure, I am afraid it is only [-]% to [-]%. How dare you say [-]% that you have no hair yet?"

"Are you a liar?"

"Okay, as long as you can save Tang Shao, 1000 million is 1000 million!"

Gritting his teeth, the fat man agreed.

Although 1000 million is a lot of money for him, it is worth it for his life.

Without talking nonsense, Chu Fan went straight to the young Tang who was still vomiting blood.

"He is a liar, he cannot be treated!"

Seeing Chu Fan approaching, Dr. Zheng said sharply to the fat man.

Snapped!
But the response to Dr. Zheng was a slap in the face.

Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
After slapping four times in a row, Dr. Zheng's teeth were knocked out, and the fat man stopped.

"You fucking shut up for me, since you dare not treat him, just stay away!"

Bang!
After all, the fat man kicked the embarrassed Dr. Zheng away.

At this moment, the fat man who was almost in despair could only choose to believe in Chu Fan and treat him like a living doctor.

"Silver Needle!"

After looking at Young Master Tang's condition, Chu Fan said to the clerk next to him.

Hearing Chu Fan's words, the clerk didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately handed the silver needle to Chu Fan.

Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Three silver needles were inserted into the three acupuncture points of the unconscious Tang Shao.

After finishing all this, Chu Fan stood up and clapped his hands.

The big fat man on the side widened his eyes, and his eyes were full of doubts:

"This is the end?"

He thought it would take dozens of silver needles to insert silver needles into Tang Shao's acupuncture points all over his body?

"Save him, three needles are enough!" Chu Fan replied indifferently, still looking cold and arrogant.

"But?" The fat man was about to say something, but he accidentally noticed something unusual about Young Master Tang.

At this moment, Young Master Tang was no longer vomiting blood, and his breathing was gradually calming down.

Succeeded?
Could it be that Tang Shao has been saved? !

"Remember, keep moving him within an hour, otherwise the previous efforts will be in vain." Chu Fan added flatly.

"After an hour, send him to the hospital and recuperate for a while."

"En." The fat man nodded fiercely, expressing his understanding.

At this moment, three expensive luxury cars suddenly stopped on the side of the road not far away, and a large group of people came out of the cars.

One of the middle-aged couples walked in the front, followed by eight or nine serious-looking bodyguards in black.

Among them, the middle-aged man is particularly attractive. This man is not outstanding in appearance, but he has a domineering aura of a superior, and he is not angry.

This person is the boss of the Tang Group, the boss of Jiangzhou - Tang Ao.

"Text?!" The jeweled middle-aged woman ran over crying.

And although the middle-aged man was also very anxious, he acted much calmer, after all, his identity was there.

"What's the matter, how could there be a car accident?"

The middle-aged woman came in front of Young Master Tang, looked at Young Master Tang who was covered in blood, and said with an extremely pale face.

"Young Master Tang was a little tired just now, so he didn't see clearly ahead." The big fat man said cautiously to the jeweled middle-aged woman.

"I don't care why, if something happens to the text, I will definitely not let you go, even if you have a background!"

Grabbing the big fat man's clothes, the middle-aged woman screamed with an extremely ferocious expression.

"Okay, let Xiao Fang go, he's also injured."

And Tang Ao who came over said to his wife.

"Why don't you send Zhengwen to the hospital?"

Looking at his unconscious son lying on the ground, Tang Ao said in a cold voice.

"That's right, don't send my son to the hospital yet, huh? What are these three silver needles?"

The middle-aged woman saw the silver needle on her son's body, and asked very puzzled.

"Young Master Tang cannot be sent to the hospital for the time being. Young Master Tang has been treated just now, and his life is now out of danger."

Hearing the question from Tang Ao and his wife, the fat man gritted his teeth and could only choose to trust Chu Fan, and told Tang Ao and his wife what happened just now.

"What? This kid is a doctor, saved Zhengwen?"

Hearing the fat man's words, the middle-aged woman immediately became angry. Isn't it a big joke that a boy of seventeen or eighteen is actually a doctor and can save people?
"He pricked the silver needle on Zhengwen's body?"

"Yes." The fat man nodded.

Hearing the fat man's words, the middle-aged woman was suddenly furious, and went straight to Chu Fan viciously.

"Little bastard, if Zhengwen's condition is delayed because of your so-called treatment, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"

The middle-aged woman threatened Chu Fan viciously.

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