Cultivation of true medicine and saints in the city

Chapter 271 Half a year
The doubt in Zhao Yifan's heart was immediately replaced by surprise.

Because of this weird aura, he was extremely kind.

Although Zhao Yifan and his senior brother Yang Zhiyuan have never met, but they belong to the same sect and have the same master, and their practice is in the same line. Naturally, it can be judged that this person must be senior brother Yang Zhiyuan!
"...Doctor Joseph, how is Mr. Yang doing?"

An old man with gray hair, looking nervously at the tired Doctor Joseph, came out of the room, stood up and asked in a hurry.

Dr. Joseph rubbed his temples, sighed, shook his head and said, "Mr. Yang's condition is very bad." As he spoke, he glanced regretfully at the back of the old man. They were dressed in black shirts and looked lean , a middle-aged man full of toughness.

Dr. Joseph was no stranger to the identities of these people, on the contrary, he was very familiar with them.

Over the years, Dr. Joseph has seen the journey of these people, from fighting hard when they were young, to becoming a big boss in Latin America now.

Doctor Joseph knew that Mr. Yang lying on the hospital bed in the room was the spiritual leader among these people.

In this world, where there is sunshine, there is darkness.

Latin country is no exception, but compared to the previous local gangs in Latin country, Dr. Joseph feels that the people led by Mr. Yang are much stronger than the previous local gangs.

At least, Mr. Yang, including his subordinates, will not bully the weak. On the contrary, they are very loyal and do not bully the market, but they are definitely not afraid of causing trouble!
I remember that seven or eight years ago, the local gang had a dispute with Mr. Yang and others. They tried to annex the business of Mr. Yang and others, but they were wiped out by these middle-aged people instead!

It was also that time that laid the foundation for these people to become the largest gang in Latin America.

It is precisely because Dr. Joseph is familiar with these things that he feels sorry for Mr. Yang's illness—and at the same time feels sorry for his subordinates.

Because they are about to lose an excellent leader brother.

"Master Yang is in a bad situation?"

Hearing this, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face stood up with a bang, and looked at Dr. Joseph nervously: "Doctor Joseph, you are the chief professor of the Royal Academy of Medicine, and you are the most skilled medical doctor in Latin America." Good doctor, don't you even have the slightest idea?"

"Mr. Song."

Doctor Joseph nodded to the middle-aged man, and explained in plain language: "Mr. It's me, and I don't have any confidence... This situation is like, your finger is broken, I can help you bandage the wound to stop the bleeding, but I can't make your severed finger regenerate, do you understand?"

"Is the internal organ injured?"

Mr. Song froze for a moment: "Is it a serious injury for decades? You won't make a wrong diagnosis, will you?"

"of course not."

Dr. Joseph shook his head and explained: "Mr. Yang told me this himself. There is nothing wrong with it. After all, Mr. Yang himself is a very good doctor, isn't he?"

"Xiao Song, Doctor Joseph is right."

The gray-haired old man frowned and said, "Brother Yang was indeed injured decades ago... Doctor Joseph." He turned his head to Doctor Joseph and said, "According to your judgment, I, Brother Yang, he How long can I live?"

"It's hard to say."

Doctor Joseph looked a little embarrassed, and said: "Mr. Lin, you know, Mr. Yang is an excellent doctor himself, and he also knows your Chinese Kung Fu. To be honest, he came to see you for the first time a few years ago. When I saw a doctor, I was shocked that an injury like his was able to persist for decades and still act as if nothing had happened..."

Speaking of this, Dr. Joseph also realized that he went off topic. He coughed, and then said: "Mr. Yang said before that he could use your Chinese Kung Fu to suppress his injuries, but as he gets older The bigger the injury, the more serious the injury, and Mr. Yang's Huaxia Kung Fu can no longer be restrained."

"Doctor Joseph."

Mr. Song couldn't help interrupting him: "Just tell me, how long will Master Yang live?"

"About half a year."

Doctor Joseph thought about it and gave a very certain time.

Mr. Lin and the others were all shocked. Although they were prepared in their hearts, they still found it hard to accept what Dr. Joseph said.

"...Don't worry, he will live for another few decades!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside, and then, the door of the clinic was pushed open, and two young people walked in.

Everyone's expressions changed.

"Who are you?" Mr. Song and the others reacted quickly. Although they haven't reacted yet, how did these two young people hear Dr. Joseph's words, but the pistols have been drawn and pointed at the two of them. .

"stop."

After all, Mr. Lin is a person who has been through the storm, so he immediately calmed down and stared at Zhao Yifan and Da Li who broke in. He had never seen the former and didn't know him, but Mr. Lin felt that Da Li was vaguely confused. Familiar, I quickly searched in my mind, and suddenly remembered: "Huh? Is it you?"

"It's me, Senior Lin."

Da Li nodded again and again, looking at the black muzzle of the guns in the hands of Mr. Song and others, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and said hastily, "I met you with your descendants last time."

"What do you want to do?"

Mr. Lin nodded, and his eyes fell on Zhao Yifan, observing him carefully. Immediately, Mr. Lin's pupils shrank sharply into needles.

Zhao Yifan didn't have the aura of a practitioner, but what made Mr. Lin feel horrified was that Zhao Yifan was standing a few meters away, but he couldn't feel his aura!

If you close your eyes now and just rely on your senses to feel, then Zhao Yifan's position will be empty, as if there is no one at all!
This is the first time Mr. Lin has encountered such a situation in his life!

"The person inside is Yang Zhiyuan, right?"

Zhao Yifan didn't answer the question, facing the muzzle of Mr. Song and others, he was not afraid, without the slightest expression fluctuation.

"Who are you?"

When Mr. Song and others heard this, their faces changed suddenly. From their point of view, Zhao Yifan obviously came prepared.

"Yang Zhiyuan is my senior brother."

Zhao Yifan smiled lightly.

"You are Master Yang's younger brother?"

Mr. Song and the others were stunned, and blurted out in disbelief, "How is this possible!" Their eyes were full of doubts.

After all, Yang Zhiyuan is already 80 years old, and Zhao Yifan is only in his 20s. There is such a big difference between the two, how could they be brothers?
Besides, over the years, everyone has never heard Yang Zhiyuan say that he has such a young junior!

"Hehe, the Dongfang family is getting more and more skilled at playing tricks, right?"

Mr. Lin narrowed his eyes, stared at Zhao Yifan, and said in a low voice: "Young man, you pretended to be the descendants of my Lin family before, did you want to find out where we live? Now you are pretending to be brother Yang's junior... Don't try to hide it from us. I was worried before. Today, since you dare to come to the door, you are obviously prepared, right? How many people are here? Come out!"

As he spoke, he took a step back and winked at Mr. Song and the others.

Everyone has been together for many years, and they immediately understood his eyes - it meant that they were covering, and Mr. Lin led Master Yang away first.

Mr. Song nodded lightly, and the rest of the people held guns and spread out slowly, surrounding Zhao Yifan and Da Li.

Zhao Yifan ignored them, but used his divine sense to check the situation of Yang Zhiyuan in the room. After checking, he immediately frowned, and turned to Mr. Lin and said, "Why is my senior brother in a coma?"

Mr. Lin's body trembled. Just standing here, Zhao Yifan knew that Yang Zhiyuan was in a coma. Obviously he found out with his divine sense.

And if you want to release your spiritual thoughts, you need at least the eighth level of Qi Refining...

No wonder when I saw Zhao Yifan before, I had that weird feeling that this young man turned out to be a hidden Taoist master!

But that's right, how dare you go to Liangshan without three points and three points?

These two young men dared to break in without fear, so they must have something to rely on.

"I'm asking you something, didn't you hear me?"

Seeing that Mr. Lin was silent, Zhao Yifan's face darkened, he glanced at Mr. Song and others beside him, and said softly: "If I am the one you mentioned, the person sent by the Dongfang family, then you think I can still stand up?" Talk to me here?"

While speaking, Zhao Yifan waved his hand lightly.

Bang bang bang.

The wrists of Mr. Song and the others felt sore, and immediately, the pistols in their hands could no longer be held, and they fell to the ground one after another.

Mr. Lin came to his senses, and without hesitation, he pinched his fingers quickly, and Zhao Yifan's eyes burst out with a bright light, and he shouted: "It's really stupid!" He pointed lightly in the air, and immediately, Mr. Lin sensed a strong Unparalleled strength pressed on him, and he sat down on the ground.

This is also because he has some relationship with Yang Zhiyuan, and Zhao Yifan didn't intend to make him look ugly.

Otherwise, Mr. Lin would be kneeling on the ground.

"Master Lin, he might really be Master Yang's younger brother."

At this time, Mr. Song's exclamation sounded next to Mr. Lin's ear: "He also uses silver needles!"

"what?"

Mr. Lin's body trembled, and he hurriedly looked at Mr. Song, only to see that Mr. Song and others were all pierced with a gleaming silver needle on their wrists.

"Could it be that you are really brother Yang's younger brother?"

Mr. Lin pondered for a while, and he already had six points of confidence in his heart. After all, Zhao Yifan's cultivation was so high that it was a breeze to deal with people like himself.

But when Zhao Yifan made a move just now, it was obvious that his subordinates showed mercy.

If he was really a person who fell into the Dongfang family's Gu technique, then he would definitely not be like this.

"of course."

Zhao Yifan nodded, and said impatiently: "I'll go in first and wake up Senior Brother Yang, so that you will believe me."

(End of this chapter)