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Chapter 132 I can move after taking medicine

After processing the harvest of this copy, Wang Zhifan looked at his phone and found that it was still very early, before noon, so he continued to work.

First, he called his former teammate Chu Wei and learned that Chu Wei’s destination for returning to the real world was not set up at the Marriott Hotel where they had landed their previous jobs. She was currently alone in her apartment dormitory, so he reminded her not to Leaking his strength to others, after all, although he is not afraid of trouble at the moment, he doesn't want to cause a lot of trouble for nothing.

After hearing this, Chu Wei on the other side of the phone immediately said that she would not talk about this matter to others. She has never been the kind of talkative person. Then she also expressed her gratitude to Wang Zhifan for his guidance. She won a very difficult dungeon, and she was lucky enough to receive two fine-level rewards and two ordinary-level rewards.

Wang Zhifan immediately congratulated Chu Wei on the rich harvest of this copy. Don't think that he was being hypocritical and deliberately showing off when he said this. In fact, he really wouldn't underestimate the rewards of excellent level, because he currently wears five pieces of excellent level items. Regarding equipment, it is clear that although sophisticated-level items are not particularly powerful, they still have considerable practical value.

After talking to Chu Wei on the phone, Wang Zhifan then called Chen Ming. When he learned that the other party had left the Marriott Hotel and returned to his home, he told him what he had asked to keep secret. Chen Ming immediately called Chen Ming. On the phone, he promised Wang Zhifan that he would not talk nonsense.

After this topic was over, Wang Zhifan started calling Chen Ming for another purpose, which was to collect wool from local tyrants.

Just listen to what he said to Chen Ming on the other side of the phone at this moment:
"A Ming, I just found a good healing elixir in the dungeon, which may help your condition. Do you want to give it a try?"

As soon as Wang Zhifan said these words, to his surprise, Chen Ming, the wheelchair-bound boy on the other side of the phone, didn't seem to be very interested in his news. Chen Ming's voice without any emotion came quickly:

"Brother Xie Fan cares! But Brother Fan, I have already bought various elixirs, potions, potions and spells on the forum to try to cure diseases, but they have no obvious effect. Some of them even cause serious side effects. My condition has gradually worsened recently, which should be the reason for using these things indiscriminately. So I understand Brother Fan’s kindness. My condition is too serious, so I still don’t..."

"Stop! Stop!"

Wang Zhifan was speechless when he heard that Chen Ming was going to ruin his plan to recruit local tycoons before it even started, so he forcibly interrupted Chen Ming's words and said:
"A Ming, you have to believe me! The pills I am going to recommend to you are by no means comparable to the ordinary ones on the forum, and the efficacy is guaranteed to be first-class! And I can let you try taking one first to see the effect. If it has no effect or has negative effects, I will be responsible, and you will never suffer!..."

In order to get as much money as possible from the wealthy, Wang Zhifan used the energy he had used to work as a salesperson before traveling across time, and directly blew the cowhide over, scaring Chen Ming on the other side of the phone. After a while, he was stunned. He changed his mind and agreed to be his guinea pig to test the effectiveness of the elixir.

Of course, for Chen Ming to agree to this kind of thing so quickly, he must have great trust and respect for Wang Zhifan, and he didn't want to cause conflicts with him because of this kind of thing.

With Chen Ming's consent, Wang Zhifan quickly left his apartment and went directly to the urban mansion where Chen Ming lived to find him. In front of his old housekeeper, he poured a Tianyuan Pill into his palm.

"Brother Fan, I really ate it."

At this moment, in the luxuriously decorated living room, Chen Ming, who was sitting in a wheelchair under Wang Zhifan's burning eyes, looked at the black pills that Wang Zhifan had just poured into his palm with a slightly determined expression. He felt that he was now His behavior is inexplicably tragic.

"Sir, does the medicine you gave the second young master have a drug test permit? Can you show it?"

The old butler in black and white uniform standing next to Chen Ming also had a slightly serious expression and asked Wang Zhifan.

He actually didn't agree with Chen Ming taking this kind of pill of unknown origin, but Chen Ming trusted the young man in front of him very much, and he had met this young man yesterday at the Marriott Hotel, and he had also seen some things that he had never seen before. The strange sight he discovered, so he chose to ask verbally rather than forcefully stop him. After all, he knew very well that Chen Ming's condition was very serious and could not be solved by conventional medical methods and drugs.

"Eat quickly! Don't worry, I'm here. If something goes wrong, I won't be able to escape." Wang Zhifan ignored the old housekeeper's words and immediately urged Chen Ming to take medicine quickly, otherwise they would continue to struggle with his The wool harvesting plan was shelved.

"Okay! Brother Fan! I believe you!"

Chen Ming, a boy in a wheelchair, saw that Wang Zhifan's words were so clear. He immediately felt anxious and stuffed the black pill on the palm of his hand into his mouth and swallowed it.

In the next minute, he saw two people, an old man and a young man, staring at him like giant pandas in a zoo, which made him feel a little helpless.

"How's it going? Do you feel it?"

"Second Young Master, do you want to call the doctor?"

Not long after, Wang Zhifan and the old housekeeper both asked Chen Ming in the wheelchair with great concern, causing the young man to shake his head.

"Brother Fan, Uncle Liu, I don't feel anything obvious... This is normal. I don't have any feeling in my lower body."

The young man obviously didn't have any expectations for the pill Wang Zhifan just provided. This was not the first time he had taken this kind of thing. He had experienced too many disappointments and was already convinced.

"Don't worry. If it doesn't work, just wait. It's only been less than 2 minutes."

After listening to Chen Ming's words, Wang Zhifan realized that he was a little impatient just now. He regarded Tianyuan Pill as an elixir, thinking that it would solve all problems directly. In fact, this was too much for a bottle of 22-piece Tianyuan Pill, which was only excellent grade. That's too demanding. I'm afraid it would take an epic level elixir to have such a magical effect.

A few minutes passed quickly.

Just when Wang Zhifan was about to ask Chen Ming about his specific feelings, he suddenly heard the boy in the wheelchair in front of him exclaim:

"Brother Fan! Uncle Liu! My legs...my legs seem to be feeling! It's so numb! My legs feel so numb!"

"Second Young Master!"

Before Wang Zhifan could respond, the old butler Liu Bo next to him stretched out his hand and tapped Chen Ming's leg with a surprised look on his face, and then asked:
"Second boy, do you feel it?"

Following the old housekeeper's inquiry, Chen Ming, who was sitting in a wheelchair, immediately nodded his head several times and replied quickly:
"Yes! It really does! And I seem to be able to move my legs on my own!"

Before Chen Ming finished speaking, Wang Zhifan and the old housekeeper in front of him saw that the young man's thin legs, which were originally like dead objects, were slowly lifted up without any external force.

(End of this chapter)