Fang Zheng nodded slightly, and didn't care about this rough man.

Song Xianhe was much more elegant than the third child, with a little respect, and asked with a little humility: "Fang Zheng, my father's illness?"

Fang Zheng didn't speak, but walked over and carefully observed the old man's appearance. This is an old man with an incomparably kind face, the old man has white hair, sallow skin, and his eyes are closed, as if he is unconscious, but his brows are tightly locked, and he should still be conscious.

Although the old man is very thin, he is very clean, and there is no peculiar smell on his body, which is obviously the result of frequent bathing, and personal hygiene must be taken care of by a diligent person.

Look at the nurse on the side, it is clear that these three brothers are still quite rich.

However, Fang Zheng was very puzzled, these three brothers did not look much alike, Song Xianhe was the kind of middle-aged handsome uncle who looked at the past at a glance, with a bit of calmness, and had the temperament of an old cadre, if it weren't for Fang Zheng being able to see the black evil aura on his body at a glance, just looking at his appearance, it was really easy to think that he was a decent person.

The second child has a flat head and a square face, but his facial features are a little downward, he looks a little incongruous, and there are still some problems with his mouth. With his square eyesight, it can be seen at a glance that he should have been a rabbit lip before, and then he had a bad operation and got it done, but he still left some sequelae.

The second child's eyes are small, but his eyes are very sharp, just like a guard, always maintaining a sense of vigilance.

The third child is burly, with a big bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a little thin lips, and ears like two big fans. The arms are very thick, the palms are very wide, and at first glance he looks like a fierce man with five big and three thick.

In short, the three brothers went to that station and said that they were brothers, but just looking at their appearance, there was no similarity at all. Fang Zheng seriously doubted that the three should not be brothers. And what really made Fang Zheng wonder was that the three brothers didn't seem to have a dime to do with the old man.

Because the old man has a narrow face, his facial features are not the same as the three brothers.

This time, Fang Zheng looked confused, what is the situation?

These doubts flashed through my mind......

At this time, the second child was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Fang Zheng did not reply to the words of the boss Song Xianhe, but he did not provoke trouble, but repeated: "Fang Zheng presided, can you cure my father's illness?"

Fang Zheng casually touched the old man's pulse, and then said: "The vegetative coma caused by the violent impact can be cured by the poor monk." ”

Hearing this, Song Xianhe was obviously a little excited, the second one grinned, and the third child touched his bald head and didn't hide it, and laughed: "Haha, Dad is finally saved, it's not easy to grass his grandmother!"

After scolding, Fang Zheng gave him a solemn look, and the bald head immediately moved his hand from his head to his mouth, covering it tightly, his eyes were as wide as copper bells, and he didn't dare to say anything. Look at that poor look, it's quite cute.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng was also a little crying and laughing, but he had to admit that although this bald head was a bit rough and unruly, he still cared very much about his father.

Song Xianhe immediately stepped forward and said, "Fang Zheng presided, then ...... Will you help save my dad?"

Song Xianhe knew that Fangzheng's saving people was not just about whether he could cure the disease, but also about other things, so there was such a problem.

Fang Zheng glanced at Song Xianhe and asked rhetorically, "What does the donor think?"

Song Xianhe thought for a while and said, "My dad is a good person, a really good person. If the founder is a good person as the standard for treatment, my dad definitely meets the standard. ”

The bald third child shouted directly: "If my dad is a bad person, there will be no good people in this world!

The second child said: "Fang Zheng presided, as long as you open your mouth to quote the amount, our three brothers will make it up for you." When he said this, Fang Zheng saw the second child's body churning, obviously with bad thoughts in his heart. He is probably not making money by doing normal business to make money.

Fang Zheng shook his head and said, "It's not difficult to save this donor." ”

"What do you mean by that? Is it difficult or not?" The third child's brain turned the fastest, but it was not very bright, but it turned fast and his mouth was fast, but he also asked the doubts of the three people.

Fang Zheng smiled and said: "It's not difficult for poor monks, it's difficult for a few donors." ”

The third child looked at Fang Zheng with a confused face, his big head and melon seeds were like the light bulb, shiny and bright, and his head was full of question marks.

Song Xianhe frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

The second child was also a little confused, and he didn't know what Fang Zheng was talking about, so he asked: "Host Fang Zheng, don't sell it when you speak." You go around like this, we don't understand, just say it directly, what do you need to cure my father's illness. ”

Song Xianhe and the third child also looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng said: "This disease, it is not difficult for poor monks to treat, but the cost of this treatment requires the three donors to personally help." ”

"Grass, I'll just say, where in the world does the free lunch come from, it really costs money. The third child subconsciously burst into foul language again, and when the explosion was over, he shut up and kept silent.

Song Xianhe glared at him and asked him to stop talking, and then asked gently: "Host Fangzheng, if you have any requirements, just say it." ”

Fang Zheng said: "Take this benefactor down the mountain, and the poor monk will let people arrange your accommodation." When the matter here is over, the poor monk will naturally go to you to treat the old man. Rest assured, the poor monk does not collect money, but the three donors want to help the poor monk do something. ”

Hearing this, Song Xianhe's brows tightened, he was really not afraid that Fang Zheng would ask for money, he was afraid that Fang Zheng would make such an inexplicable request, which would make him completely confused. He doesn't like the feeling, he likes the feeling of having everything figured out, keeping it in his heart, and studying it thoroughly.

However, the initiative in front of him is not in his hands, and he can't help it.

The second child squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, and his small eyes were shining.

The third child also frowned, and there was a little displeasure in his big eyes.

Fang Zheng ignored them and waved his hand: "A few donors, go down the mountain." Three days later, the poor monk came down the mountain to look for you. Don't cause trouble for these three days, otherwise the cure will be null and void. ”

Hearing the previous words, the three of them were just a little looking forward to three days later. But when they heard the latter words, the three of them felt uncomfortable, what's the matter? Are we so like troublemakers?

The three of them wanted to say something, but when they looked up, they saw that Fang Zheng had already left.

In desperation, the second and third children looked at Song Xianhe at the same time.

Song Xianhe looked at his father who was lying there, and then at Fang Zheng, who had left, and said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain." Be honest with me when you go down the mountain!"