Han Hai couldn't say a word from Zheng Gan, and his face turned red.

The old man stood up and said with a smile: "What a hero out of a young man, I can't imagine that you are young, but your medical skills are so good, today you saved the old man's life!"

Zheng Qian smiled faintly, "It's just a gesture, if it's okay, I'll leave first!"

After speaking, Zheng Qian turned around and wanted to leave.

But at this time, the old man shouted: "Little brother, please stay!"

Zheng Qian's brows furrowed and stopped.

The old man walked over with a smile, he pointed to the man in the wheelchair, and said, "I don't know who the little brother's teacher is, can teach such a powerful student!"

"The teacher who taught me medical skills has passed away!" Zheng Qian didn't understand what the old man meant, and said directly.

However, what Zheng Qian said was right, only the Medicine King taught him medical skills, and the Medicine King had indeed passed away for many years.

The old man froze for a moment, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay!" Zheng Qian replied, "I don't know what you're looking for?"

The old man smiled embarrassedly, pointed to the man in the wheelchair and said: "My son's leg, there was an accident a few years ago, and he has not been able to stand up, since the little brother is so powerful, I think your master must be even more powerful, I don't know if you can help me save my son!"

Zheng Gan's brows furrowed, turned his head to look at the young man in the wheelchair, his spine was straight, he used to be a soldier at a glance, but he secretly said in his heart, my master Yaowang's medical skills are indeed better than mine, but people have already hung up, if you really want to find him, it is not difficult, you will be able to see it in a few years.

"I can cure your son's leg!"

Zheng Qian looked at it and said.

"What?"

The old man was stunned, his face full of incredulity.

Even the eyes of the man in the wheelchair lit up all at once.

However, Han Hai next to him sneered: "Boy, you can eat things indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!"

"Shut up!" As soon as Han Hai finished speaking, the old man shouted in a deep voice.

That Han Hai's face suddenly turned pale, and he quickly closed his mouth and didn't say a word.

"I'm not talking nonsense!" Zheng Qian said, "If I'm not mistaken, he should have been injured three years ago, and besides, the top of his leg was blown up!"

"You...... How do you know?"

At this moment, Han Hai was also shocked, he was absolutely sure that it was the first time he met this kid today, but he was able to explain the injury so clearly when he met for the first time? You know, the man in the wheelchair still has his legs through his pants?

"As long as you have a way to save my son, I will be grateful!" the old man's face became solemn, and he said in a deep voice.

Zheng Qian frowned, "But I have something to do recently, I can't stay in Seoul all the time, your son's leg, because it takes too long, it will be a little troublesome to recover, and it will take half a month!"

"I'll ...... Can you say that it is troublesome in half a month? This can also be said for a long time?" Han Hai was speechless for a while, who is this kid? Medical skills are so arrogant? But it seems that he also has arrogant capital.

The old man's face was disappointed, "Then I don't know what the little brother can come back?"

Zheng Qian was silent for a while, "It should be a month, a month later, you can come to Seoul to find me, within half a month, I will definitely make you alive!"

The old man's face was full of gratitude, "Then it's a word, I will definitely visit in a month!"

Zheng Qian left the old man's contact information and left.

Looking at the back of Zheng Qian's departure, the old man came back to his senses.

"Feng'er, there is finally hope for your legs!" the old man sighed.

Han Hai on the side couldn't help but say, "Old Qiao, do you really believe this kid?"

Qiao Lao glanced back at Han Hai, "He has no reason to lie to me, if he can't be cured, he can say it directly, in short, it's better to have hope than no hope, I've already looked for almost all the famous doctors, I thought there was no hope, but I didn't think of hope but I met it here!"

The man in the wheelchair did not speak, he looked at the back of Zheng Qian leaving, with a strange look on his face.

"Let's go, since there is hope, let's go back to Nanyun City's hometown first, and in a month, Feng'er, you will be able to stand up!" Qiao Lao sighed, handed over the wheelchair to Han Hai, and turned around to leave.

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Zheng Qian met with Huang Ning and Lin Yunxi in the next two days, and just said that he had something to do when he went out, but he didn't say what it was, he didn't want them to worry.

Originally, Zheng Qian wanted to go back to the room with Huang Ning and Lin Yunxi to talk about life before leaving, but Lin Yuxi stopped him at all, and in the end, Zheng Qian didn't succeed and had to give up.

By the time Zheng Qian left, Tang Ziyao had already recovered.

Zheng Qian and Meng Fu went together, and Nanyun City was in the south of Changnan Province, which was a long distance from Seoul.

By the time Zheng Qian arrived in Nanyun City, it was already night.

"Boss, give me two rooms!"

Zheng Qian found a hotel and said directly.

"There's only one!" said the boss without looking up.

"Only one room?" Zheng Qian's brows furrowed, he didn't mind, but staying in the same room with Meng Fu at night always felt a little inappropriate.

The boss looked up at Zheng Qian, "You don't know, right? These days, we are holding a god festival in Nanyun City, so there are a lot of tourists from other places, I see that the two of you are also from other places to travel, right?"

"God's Day?"

Zheng Qian was stunned, he had specially checked before, this festival is a very ancient festival, in ancient times, those corpse chasers would always pray to the gods for a smooth year, slowly, this formed a ritual, this is the festival of gods handed down from ancient times.

However, because of the current emphasis on science in society, the festival of the gods is no longer a festival celebrated by those who chase away corpses, but has become a festival of celebration and prayer, and anyone can participate.

Of course, in these days, Nanyun City is also the most lively day.

Looking at Zheng Gan's surprised look, the boss continued: "It is said that the organizer of this Divine Festival has specially invited an older generation of corpse chasers to restore the most primitive Divine Festival blessing ceremony for everyone!"

Zheng Qian nodded, he glanced at Meng Fu and asked what to do if there was only one room.

Meng Fu pursed her lips and didn't speak, after being caught by the plague god, her strength was affected, and she could only follow Zheng Qian if she didn't return to the underworld for the time being.

"That's okay, boss, just this room!" Zheng Qian nodded and said.

After paying the money, just when the boss took Zheng Qian upstairs, suddenly at this moment, a young man wearing a bath towel hurriedly ran out of the room, "Boss, boss...... There are ghosts, there are ghosts, there are ghosts in your store!"