"The Taoist is not wearing clothes?"

Fang Ting was slightly stunned, forgetting to continue to shout for help. The two men in suits behind Fang Ting were also stunned.

The eyes of the three people involuntarily turned to the courtyard of the Taoist temple, on the Taoist robe fluttering in the wind. The robe was tattered, barely a complete piece of clothing. But the washing is very clean.

Next to the robe, the original color can no longer be seen, and the transparent underwear is fat, and it has long lost its due elasticity, hanging on the branches and fluttering in the wind, directly making people collapse......

A beggar or a Taoist?

Fang Ting knew that the Taoist priests of the Three Qingguan belonged to Qing cultivation, but she didn't care. The two men in suits behind Fang Ting were indeed not calm: "Little sister, are you sure that the Taoist priest here is a master, not a beggar?"

Nodding, Fang Ting said very firmly: "Absolute master, I can guarantee this." ”

Before leaving Sanqingguan and returning to the provincial capital, Fang Ting scoffed at Zhang Daoran's words. Running all the way, Zhang Daoran's every word has been fulfilled, this is not the so-called prophecy of the Western country, ten times he said it, and it can be regarded as burning high incense if he can have a miracle. Zhang Daoran has changed from a liar he thought at the beginning to a master, and he has already established a high-ranking status in Fang Ting's heart.

The two men in suits opened their mouths to speak and stopped, and after Fang Ting returned to the hospital, the most they heard from Fang Ting was the Taoist priest of Sanqingguan. If it weren't for the robes and underwear fluttering in the wind, the two men in suits would really believe it, but now......

"Little sister, you have to be responsible for what you say, this time it is related to our grandfather's life, and when it comes to advanced medical treatment in Mi, a bypass operation can save grandpa's life...... If you insist on going your own way... You also know that grandpa got the home remedies in the Jade Emperor View of Crisp Mountain......"

Fang Ting was also slightly shaken in her heart, Fang Ting was very aware of the medical technology of the United States. As for the Taoist temple of Qingcrisp Mountain...... Don't mention it.

Finally gritting her teeth firmly, Fang Ting said: "The plane is here, and it won't take long to bring Zhang Daochang back to the provincial capital." If Zhang Daochang can't treat his grandfather, it's not too late for us to go to the United States, anyway, there are still a few hours left on the plane to the United States......"

"Okay, let's believe in Xiaomei once, I hope the Taoist chief here is really a master......" Gritting his teeth, the slightly taller young man picked up the Taoist robe and the transparent underwear and walked into Zhang Daoran's bedroom......

"Stop, you throw it and it's ......"

Zhang Daoran heard the things outside clearly in the room, and after a little thought, he already understood that Fang Ting was here to beg him to save people.

Looking at the shabby cotton wool and the sleek body, Zhang Daoran sighed helplessly, and could only stop the young man who entered the house. Anyway, you have to pay attention to your own image.

The clothes were thrown over, Zhang Daoran got dressed and walked out of the room, the first thing he saw was Fang Ting's tear-stained face, and he couldn't help but grow his head for a while: "Your intentions are already clear, forgive the poor Dao is powerless, the poor Dao is just a cultivator, not a doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded, and he doesn't know medical ......skills at all."

Fang Ting's face changed drastically, she was extremely pale, and her body fell backwards with a shake. The two men in suits quickly grabbed Fang Ting and glared angrily at Zhang Daoran.

"Little sister firmly believes that this Taoist priest is a master, and now it seems that he is a deceitful guy who can't afford to eat......"

This is the first impression of the two men in suits when they see Zhang Daoran, the Taoist robe is tattered and very ill-fitting, and it is obviously much smaller when worn on the body. Those many holes, revealing fair skin. The long hair reaches the waist and the cloak is scattered, which has an extremely strong contrast with those legendary white beards and heads, fairy wind bones.

The masters of the Tao are not all old immortals, this Taoist priest is obviously a young man in his twenties.

"Dao Chief, I know that you are very capable, I was wrong beforehand, I offended you, please follow me back and save my grandfather......"

Fang Ting broke free from the support of the two men in suits, and tears fell down: "My grandfather is my dearest person, I can't lose him......"

"Fang Jushi go back, the poor Dao is a person who turns into an outsider, and cultivates the Dao of immortals. Second, the poor road will not go down the mountain. ”

With a hint of apology on his face, it was impossible for Zhang Daoran to go down the mountain at this time. The formation has been arranged, and it is necessary to adjust the orientation at midnight every night, until ninety-nine and eighty-one, when the formation changes in various ways, and stabilizes with the changes in the weather of various festivals, the formation can be regarded as truly completed.

Moreover, Zhang Daoran really doesn't understand medical skills, which is not a prevarication.

"Little sister, let's go back, the plane to the United States will take off in a few hours......" The two men in suits looked at Fang Ting with distressed faces, and always ignored Zhang Daoran, a "master", and didn't bother to say a word.

"No......" Fang Ting said resolutely: "Now only the Taoist can save grandpa, even if he goes to the United States, the experts there also said that grandpa is too old and too sick, even if he has surgery, he is only thirty percent sure......"

The man in the suit turned grim, and then fell silent.

It's just this Taoist master...... Will it work?

If it was before, the two of them would definitely scoff at this, thinking that Fang Ting was crazy and would never come here with them. It's just that what Xiaomei said before was too mysterious, this Taoist master seems to have the magical ability of an unpredictable prophet, what if he really has the ability?

Zhang Daoran put one hand on his chest: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Fang Jushi, Poor Dao doesn't know where you know where you know that Poor Dao can save people, but Poor Dao tells you that Poor Dao really won't save people." You'd better go back......"

"Dao Chief, since you can predict the prophet, you are a real master. I don't ask you to cure it, because that's not possible. Just look at my grandfather, what if you really have a way?"

Yes, Fang Ting is determined to save others...... What kind of logic is this, if you can predict the prophet, you will definitely save people?

Zhang Daoran didn't know where Fang Ting's confidence came from, she was more confident than herself, so she could only say: "Poor Dao can't go down the mountain, if you want Poor Dao to see your old man, bring him here......"

"Little sister, this must not be. Grandpa was already in a coma at this time, and he was completely supported by drugs and could not travel long distances. Is there a big airport here, there are seven or eight medical teams alone, we can't mess around......"

Before Fang Ting could speak, the two men in suits were already anxious and hurriedly persuaded.

The corners of Zhang Daoran's mouth curled, and he secretly said in his heart: "It's because I know that you can't stand the toss, so Poor Dao has such a ...... requirement."

Fang Ting didn't answer, but walked out of the Taoist temple, glanced at the empty field to the west of the Taoist temple, and said: "If the passenger plane can't come, then use a helicopter, it's a big deal to streamline a few people......"

Returning to the Taoist temple, Fang Ting said goodbye to Zhang Daoran: "Daoist, let's go back and bring grandpa back......"

The wind and fire come, and the wind and fire go. In the gloomy faces of the two men in suits, Fang Ting boarded the small helicopter. Leaving Zhang Daoran with a wry smile: "This female benefactor is crazy......"

Isn't it crazy, when you are not sure if you can save your life, you will toss with the patient, and the hospital and Fang Ting's family elders will agree?

"I hope they don't come, otherwise the price paid by the poor road will be great. You hold a dead horse as a live horse doctor, but you can't smash the signboard......"