The two were taken to a small room by Hu Minchen, and then he took the door and left, but he couldn't help muttering in his heart, "Now this person, he can't even blow the cowhide, and it would be surprising if you can cure the problem that even the experts of traditional Chinese and Western medicine in Zhengyang City can't solve." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Mr. Ying, can we start, how do I need to cooperate with you?" Fan Weiting saw Lao Hu leaving, and immediately asked impatiently.

He was really tormented and frightened by this disease, and every night as long as he went to sleep, he had all kinds of terrible dreams, and they were extraordinarily real, constantly stimulating his nerves, making him toss and turn and unable to sleep, and he had not had a good rest for several days.

Ying Chenlong was not in a hurry, and said slowly: "Actually, you are not sick, but man-made."

"What! Not a disease? No wonder there was no problem with going to the hospital for a check-up, it turned out that it was not a disease at all," then he remembered that there was a sentence "it is artificial" at the back, and he clenched his fists and said sharply.

"Who the hell is making trouble, don't let me catch you, otherwise I, Fan Weiting, will let you experience my torture a hundred times and a thousand times!"

Although he has been tortured by this thing, after many years of experience in society, Fan Weiting can not change his face, but at this moment, when he knew that his disease was man-made, he was completely angry.

Of course, it is okay to compete in the shopping mall, but that person actually tortured him so viciously, it is really hateful, and he made up his mind that he would never spare the other party.

But for now, I still have to heal myself first, Fan Weiting looked at Ying Chenlong, "Mr. Ying, do you think I can be cured?" ”

He now believes that Ying Chenlong can cure himself even more, and directly uses honorific titles.

"How much do you think your life is worth?" Helping him treat his illness naturally can't be done in vain, his clothes are estimated to be hundreds of thousands, and he needs a lot of high-grade medicinal materials to cultivate.

In the future, Zhengyang City will not be enough to go to other places to purchase, which is very much in need of money, and the house that is ready to buy now also needs money.

Fan Weiting, who has been in business for many years, of course heard Ying Chenlong's meaning, and he said without hesitation: "How much do you want?"

Ying Chenlong thought for a moment and stretched out a finger.

"Okay, as long as it can be cured, 10 million will do," Fan Weiting said through gritted teeth.

His decisiveness made Ying Chenlong a little embarrassed, he didn't know how much money Fan Weiting had, so he wanted to try one million, but he didn't expect this guy to be really rich, and he directly mentioned ten million, but since he gave it to himself, he didn't have to refuse, so it was a big deal to compensate him a little.

It's not that Fan Weiting is really generous and brainless, he can see from Ying Chenlong's clothes that Ying Chenlong is not a rich man, but his temperament is a little outstanding, and such a person will not directly offer a price of 10 million.

He also took the initiative to propose this money with his own considerations, after all, the money is in his own hands, if Ying Chenlong is really cured, it doesn't hurt to give him the money, he doesn't lack these, and at the same time, he can also befriend Ying Chenlong.

He clearly knew that his disease could not be found by hospitals at home and abroad, if Ying Chenlong could be cured, then he would be really powerful, and it would not be a loss to know such a person for 10 million, after all, what a rich person like him values most is his own life and health.

This is the most basic calculation of Fan Weiting's interests as a businessman.

"When do you think you can start treatment?" Fan Weiting asked cautiously, now Ying Chenlong is his only life-saving straw, and he has to hold on tightly.

"You can start at any time as long as you are ready," Ying Chenlong was not afraid that the other party would not give money, as long as he could bear Ying Chenlong's anger.

"Uh," Fan Weiting was stunned and pointed to the room, "Is it right here?" You don't need any machines or silver needles or anything like that? ”

Ying Chenlong shook his head speechlessly and said, "I said that you are not sick, so you don't need those healing things, now you just need to find a place to sit and keep your breathing steady."

"Oh, okay," Fan Weiting found a stool and sat down, but he was a little worried that Ying Chenlong would not be able to cure himself and make himself happy, mainly because his illness was so strange that he couldn't even check the most advanced medical equipment.

"But now I can only be a dead horse and a live horse doctor," Fan Weiting took a deep breath and sat up straight.

Ying Chenlong walked behind Fan Weiting, and his right hand was attached to his back, and then Fan Weiting felt that Ying Chenlong's hand was burning like a piece of hot carbon, he wanted to dodge, but when he thought that this was healing, he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

"Whew!" Ying Chenlong snorted coldly, grabbed his right hand back, and then a yellow piece of paper slowly appeared in Fan Weiting's back, this paper was the size of a palm, and there were red and black ink stains on it.

"Whew......" William Fan exhaled a long breath, feeling that the whole person was much more relaxed, as comfortable as having just done a full body massage.

He knew he was cured! Turning around, he was about to thank Ying Chenlong, and saw Ying Chenlong holding a piece of yellow paper and looking at it carefully.

Fan Weiting was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "What is this?"

"I got it on you," Ying Chenlong replied.

"What? How can I have such a thing on me? Fan Weiting exclaimed, and suddenly, he thought of Ying Chenlong's previous words, "Is my illness because of it?" ”

"You've guessed right, this thing is called a Fu Seal, but it's just some low-level garbage, otherwise your life would have been yours for a long time."

Ying Chenlong's slow words made Fan Weiting's hair stand on end, and he was shocked into a cold sweat, he felt that his life was so cheap and fragile for the first time, and a small piece of yellow paper made himself devastated.

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and asked, "How did this thing activate and how did it get to me?"

Ying Chenlong glanced at him lightly, "It's okay to stick it directly on you." ”

This sentence broke the last trace of reverie in Fan Weiting's heart, and he really didn't dare to think about that conjecture.

Can God unknowingly put the talisman seal on him, who else but her?

As the memories related to her came to mind little by little, Fan Weiting's eyes gradually became cold, all this was a conspiracy, a conspiracy against him.

Throwing the waste paper into the trash can, Ying Chenlong clapped his hands, bringing Fan Weiting, who was thinking deeply, back to his senses.

Fan Weiting, who was gritting his teeth and wanting to kill just now, turned around and a smile was already on his face, "I only have a card of two million on me now, and I have to prepare for such a large amount before I can take it out." ”

The speed at which Fan Weiting changed his face made Ying Chenlong a little admired, and his mentality was not much worse than his.

After hearing his words, Ying Chenlong whispered softly and said, "Then how can I get the remaining eight million?"

Fan Weiting immediately replied: "Tomorrow, I will send you the money from the company as soon as possible, what do you think?"

"Where is your company? I'll have time to find you tomorrow," It's not that Ying Chenlong is afraid that he will run away, but that he wants to cultivate tonight, and it's hard to say when it will end tomorrow, so it's better for him to wait until he finishes his cultivation and go directly to the other party.

"Okay," then Fan Weiting gave Ying Chenlong the bank card and his company's address and phone number.

This made Ying Chenlong sigh, "It's easy for a rich man to make money, it's easier for him to make a rich man's money." ”

When the two walked out of the room, they saw the bewitching woman and Lao Hu who had been waiting.

After they saw Fan Weiting, they knew that his illness was cured, because Fan Weiting's eyes were blank and his face was pale, like a sick man who could fall down at any time, and although he was not in a very healthy state now, at least his face was a little bloody, his eyes were bright, and he walked sonorously and vigorously.

The bewitching woman was stunned for a moment, then put a bright smile on Fan Weiting's body and said softly: "Great, Weiting, your illness is finally cured, do you know how worried I was about you when you were sick before?" I thought it would be nice if I could share the pain with you. ”

As she spoke, she actually shed tears, which is really professional.

Fan Weiting is also very professional, still comforting her as usual, but with a hint of coldness in his eyes, he wants to find the person who really wants to deal with him behind the scenes.

Lao Hu on the side looked at Ying Chenlong with a little more surprise, he really didn't expect that a random person he met in the store would be able to cure a disease, and he could also cure this strange disease.

At the same time, he recorded Ying Chenlong's appearance in his heart, he worked in the pharmacy and had the most contact with patients, and Ying Chenlong had such a powerful means, it was inevitable that when he needed it in the future, he would naturally get a lot of benefits as a middleman.

Who knew that he and Ying Chenlong wanted to go together, and before leaving, Ying Chenlong told Hu Minchen his phone number, and he wanted to come back a few times for this kind of effortless and lucrative thing.

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