In front of the ghost stall, Wen Junxing's bloody smell has not yet dissipated.

After Fan Ke threw out a threat, Ji Haotian stood still and his face was calm.

Fan Ke's face turned cold: "Mo Fei, you can't find death!"

Ji Haotian's eyes lit up: "A female stream, is also worthy of discussing life and death with me?"

Proud of all things.

Swallow mountains and rivers.

"Whew!"

Fan Ke saw Ji Haotian's eyes, his breathing became short, his face was pale, and he actually felt a palpitation inexplicably.

Who is she?

She's Fan Ke.

One of the eight iron hat kings of China, the daughter of Fan Xunzhang, the king of Pingxi.

Under one man, above ten thousand.

The Fan family is the real family of authority in China, Fan Ke has been in business for several years, and Kyushu in China can gallop across the country.

The son of a local magistrate, he will kill if he wants to.

Have you ever been afraid?

Who has ever returned?

But today, Ji Haotian's eyes made Fan Ke's heart palpitate violently, this kind of murderous gaze, Fan Ke has only seen it in one person.

It's her father.

Today's King of Pingxi - Fan Xunzhang!

Holding the power of life and death, he has been bloodied all his life.

Supreme.

Cover the sky with one hand.

This kind of look can't be disguised, but the young man in front of him, who is obviously less than thirty years old, how can he have such a strong killing intent.

Could it be that he is a member of the royal family?

Ji Haotian is not angry and arrogant.

The look is still the same.

Fan Ke can unscrupulously get rid of Wen Junxing, who was born in the official family, but in the face of Ji Haotian, who did not say a word, he felt a little jealous.

For some reason, there was always a voice in his heart, constantly reminding Fan Ke that the man in front of him couldn't be messed with.

The mentality has changed, and the context has softened:

"This gentleman, I am the daughter of Fan Xunzhang, the king of Pingxi, Fan Ke! Today, I am asking for medicine with a lot of money, just to prolong my grandfather's life, and I also ask you to raise your noble hand, my Fan family is grateful!"

"If it weren't for the fact that you came from a military family, you would have died long ago. ”

Ji Haotian looked at Fan Ke expressionlessly:

"Today, you can't take this medicine. ”

Seeing Ji Haotian's attitude being so tough, Fan Ke frowned: "What if I have to take it?"

Ji Haotian smiled slightly: "The husband is not guilty, he is guilty, my anger, I'm afraid that your Fan family's small Pingxi Mansion can't catch it!"

The pressure is rising.

Angry.

Feeling this overwhelming momentum, Fan Ke's pupils shrank sharply, and it was a capital crime to openly insult the royal family.

But this young man talks so calmly.

It seems that as long as he wants, the Pingxi Royal Mansion can be erased.

If you were someone else, if you say this, you will inevitably be splattered with blood on the spot.

However, in the face of Ji Haotian, Fan Ke was actually shocked.

"This gentleman, the little woman doesn't know what your identity is, but I asked for medicine today, because my grandfather's life was hanging by a thread, and I ask you to raise your noble hand!"

"The marrow cutting and fixing the palace pill is made of precious materials and difficult to refine, which is indeed unparalleled. ”

Ji Haotian was unmoved:

"But it's not an elixir, and the medicine is strong, it's a medicine for tigers and wolves, not for everyone, and it's not ......"

"And what?"

Fan Ke asked.

Ji Haotian smiled: "Besides, it can't cure your grandfather's illness." ”

The look was unsteady.

Have an ace up one's sleeve.

"What did you say?"

Fan Ke was slightly stunned, if this medicine really had no effect on her grandfather's illness, then it would indeed be meaningless for her to continue to fight.

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Ke set his eyes on Shen Muzhi:

"Shen Yisheng, what this gentleman said is true?"

"Definitely!"

Shen Muzhi, who had a childish face, shook his head slightly, looked directly at Ji Haotian and said:

"Miss Fan, you also know that Mr. Fan's disease is a motor neuron disease caused by damage to the Yuan Shen, which is called Gracker's disease from the perspective of Western medicine, which is commonly known as ALS. ”

Shen Muzhi paused slightly and continued:

"Old man Fan's illness is the damage of upper and lower motor neurons at the same time, causing paralysis of the whole body, for this kind of meridian disease, Western medicine has always been inferior to traditional Chinese medicine, but the old man Fan has been terminally ill, it is really helpless, if ten years ago, Ji Zhennan, the holy hand of Chinese medicine, was alive, maybe there was a try, and now, I am afraid that no one can heal at that time.

However, this pill is the elixir carefully prepared by Mr. Ji Zhennan back then, and it may have a certain impact on Old Man Fan's meridians and prolong his life. ”

When Fan Ke heard this, a flash of hope flashed in his eyes.

In the world.

The poor exchange their lives for money.

The rich trade money for their lives.

And for a nobleman like the Fan family, everything in the world is at your fingertips.

In addition to health.

I heard that Shen Muzhi said that this medicine is useful for his grandfather's condition.

Rao is daughter is gone.

Fan Ke also wants to try it.

But after Ji Haotian listened to Shen Muzhi's words, he teased: "Quack." ”

Treat it like a piece of.

Dismissive.

"What did you say?"

Shen Muzhi is known as the medical saint of the northern country, and he is used to being flattered and touted on weekdays.

He is full of confidence in his medical skills.

Someone once called him a quack.

"Since you know that the patient's Yuan Shen is damaged, you should also know that the old man of the Fan family has already broken off his pulse at this moment, and the medicinal power of Rao is Cutting Pulp Ding Gong Pill is all over the sky, and it can't run in the meridians, what good is it?"

Ji Haotian asked in a cold voice.

"Nonsense! The old man has studied the art of Qihuang for half his life, of course he knows that Old Man Fan's meridians have long been necrotic, and because of this, he needs the medicine of the tiger and wolf to force the meridians and run the qi and blood. ”

Shen Muzhi's-for-tat:

"You are just a little doll that has not dried up, how can you know the mystery of this pill, this pill was developed by Ji Zhennan, the holy hand of traditional Chinese medicine back then, and Ji's predecessor is a model of doctors in the world, if the pill he developed, it can't cure Old Man Fan's disease, just ask who else can cure it in this world?!"

Ji Haotian heard that Shen Muzhi respected his father so much, and the expression on his face soothed a little:

"This marrow cutting and fixing palace pill is strong, but what is important is the accumulation of thick and thin hair, condensing the surging medicinal power into the dantian, and then running around the body with the breath in the body, so as to wash the essence and cut the marrow and nourish the whole body, but the meridians of the old man of the Fan family have been blocked, Rao is to give you the medicine, what can you do?"

"What? Is there a drug in this world that can do this?"

The reason why Shen Muzhi has a rigid attitude, but it is nothing more than the stubbornness of scholars, after listening to Ji Haotian's words at this moment, his face is serious and surprised:

"This pill is developed by Mr. Ji Zhennan all his life, and no one in the world can make it except him, how do you know the pharmacology of this medicine?"

"Of course, because we are the Ji family!"

Ji Susu grabbed Ji Haotian's arm:

"When my father was refining this Cutting Marrow Pill, it was always my second brother who was helping to help, so he naturally knew it!"

"You are actually the descendants of Mr. Ji Zhennan? No wonder you know so much about this medicine. ”

Shen Muzhi's expression froze: "In this way, it is presumptuous, it seems that this little brother is right, maybe this marrow cutting pill is indeed not beneficial to Mr. Fan." ”

Respectfully.

The Ji family is the gate of mythology in the apricot forest.

It is admired and respected by all doctors.

Shen Mu's heart was convinced.

Fan Ke's face was like ashes, the strength on his face was gone, and his eyes were red:

"So, even this rare elixir doesn't help my grandfather's illness in any way?"

"That's right. ”

Ji Haotian's face was calm: "Although the medicine is good, it is really ineffective for Ling's grandfather's illness, but it is ......"

"But what?"

Fan Ke subconsciously took over.

"But I can cure him. ”

Ji Haotian smiled slightly.

Gentle.

The aura is extraordinary.