Chapter 8 Tens of millions of consultations

"No matter how difficult it is to treat, as long as there is a way, it must be treated, if you can really cure my daughter's disease, I will make a promise now, 10 million, for Lanting's diagnosis. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "Chu Yuanshan has also hurt Lan Ting's illness a lot over the years, and Meng Fang's ability to show just now made him really moved.

But he was more worried.

Because what Meng Fang said is true, and it is very likely to come true.

If it is not treated, Chu Lanting will most likely not live to be 35 years old.

However, Zhao Yun couldn't help but be stunned when she heard Chu Yuanshan's offer, and persuaded her: "Yuanshan, one hundred million, is this too much." ā€

"I've spent less money on Tingting all these years? My daughter's life is not 10 million, it is 100 million, and I will cure her if she is bankrupt. Chu Yuanshan was very resolute.

Zhao Yun saw that Chu Yuanshan had a tough attitude and no longer persuaded him.

"Her illness may really be inherited in the family, from ancient times to the present, I don't know how long they have been inherited, when it has been continued, and the curse is even more involved in the strange power that is difficult to understand, in her case, it may even be a cursed injury, and the person who can not hesitate to send the curse wound is willing to fall to Yama forever, which shows that the complexity of the things is absolutely beyond imagination, and I don't know much about this aspect." Meng Fang said.

Chu Yuanshan said: "You can have this guess, it shows that you do have something extraordinary, you treat my daughter as much as possible, I will naturally not be less in the consultation fee, what do you need, you tell me, I will do my best to satisfy you, I am such a daughter, no matter how much I pay, I will not hesitate." ā€

Meng Fang thought for a moment and said, "I'll do my best." ā€

"Master, let's eat, the dishes are already cold." Nanny Chen Minghui reminded.

Only then did Chu Yuanshan react, and hurriedly beckoned Meng Fang to sit down.

"Is the master going to call Miss?" Chen Minghui said.

Chu Yuanshan nodded: "Go and take a look, if she doesn't come down, forget it." ā€

Chen Minghui went upstairs and was alone when she came down.

Chu Yuanshan asked Chen Minghui to bring a few dishes, and then asked Meng Fang what kind of wine he was drinking? Meng Fang shook his head and said that he didn't drink it, Chu Yuanshan thought to himself that he was not an ordinary person, so he didn't force him if he didn't want to drink.

Soon after, the police reported that the doctor had disappeared when he returned home at night, and the arrest had failed.

Zhao Yun quietly breathed a sigh of relief, he was not discovered by Chu Yuanshan, but Meng Fang found out.

This matter was no longer so important to Chu Yuanshan, who heard the 'cursed wound', it was the first time he had heard of such a strange thing, and this kind of thing had happened to his daughter, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

During the meal, Chu Yuanshan learned some of Meng Fang's family history, Meng Fang only said that he went down the mountain alone to practice, and other masters were not allowed to talk about it, so he had nothing to say. Chu Yuanshan saw that Meng Fang was resolute, and he also knew that Meng Fang could understand these strange techniques, and he was naturally a mysterious person, since Meng Fang was unwilling to answer, he would not dwell on it anymore.

"Young man, you have just come out of the village, don't you have nowhere to go?" Chu Yuanshan thought of this.

Meng Fang nodded.

"It's better to let him live in his hometown, the house in his hometown is also good." Zhao Yun was clever and guessed that Chu Yuanshan might want Meng Fang to stay at home, she looked at Meng Fang's mystery, and naturally she didn't want Meng Fang to live at home.

Chu Yuanshan thought about it, and felt that Mengfang was indeed too mysterious, and it didn't seem to be a good decision to stay by his side, so he agreed with Zhao Yun's opinion: "My family's old house is not far from here, since you have nowhere to go for the time being, why don't you go to my old house?" ā€

"Okay." Meng Fang is not picky, since it is not far from here, it is estimated that it is also in the city, and it is good to have a place to live.

After dinner, Meng Fang went upstairs to find Chu Lanting.

She was in a separate room upstairs, the room was where her mother slept before her death, and there was a spiritual seat on the left after entering the house, and there was a black and white portrait very similar to Chu Lanting, which should be Chu Lanting's mother.

Chu Lanting was sitting on the windowsill reading a book, the afterglow of the falling lamp sprinkled on her face, and her gaze was dyed with a faint pink light, and it fell on Meng Fang, who was standing at the door.

Meng Fang did not enter the house: "You heard everything? Just now he noticed Chu Lanting eavesdropping at the top of the stairs.

"My mom said that none of the women in my family will live to be 35 years old." Chu Lanting said calmly: "She said that when she was young, my grandmother told her, and when my grandmother was a child, her mother also told her, this is not a very good thing, I don't like to remember." But over the years I've come to terms with this fact, especially after my mom left, I don't think it's really anything, people die, it's just that they live a few decades longer than me. ā€

Meng Fang stared at the girl sitting at the window in front of the house. She was calm, calm beyond her usual age, and she was not afraid of such evil things.

"Why don't you speak? Didn't you come to persuade me? Chu Lanting looked at Meng Fang.

Meng Fang was silent for a while and said, "I'm not used to comforting people, let alone persuading people. ā€

"I don't need your comfort, I don't need your persuasion, I just want to know, my father bought my life for decades with 100 million, can this deal be done?" Chu Lanting stared at Meng Fang with a pair of lights dyed with lights.

Meng Fang was stunned for a moment, and then said: "If you are willing to accept it, there may be hope for a solution, if you refuse, there is absolutely no hope." ā€

"So you're not sure you'll be able to cure me?" Chu Lanting said.

"If you're willing to accept it." Meng Fang said.

Chu Lanting looked at the sunset outside the window in silence, and said after a while: "I am fifteen years old this year, and I still have twenty years to live, although it is quite a long time, but I hope to see more than just the sunset of thirty-five years old." ā€

"Actually, there is a better reason, you are alive is the best way to fight back against your enemy, you are dead, and it will be your enemy who is happy." Meng Fang saw from the situation just now that there was an irreconcilable contradiction between Chu Lanting and Zhao Yun, and even this was no longer a contradiction, it had risen to hatred.

"This sentence of yours may be worth 10 million." Chu Lanting's eyebrows chuckled slightly.

Meng Fang took a deep breath, smiled, and didn't answer her.

"If even you can't cure me, I'll really accept my fate." Chu Lanting said quietly.

Meng Fang thought about it, and stopped talking.

"What are you going to do with me?" Chu Lanting asked.

Meng Fang thought for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't know." ā€

Chu Lanting was not angry: "You are the most unprofessional doctor I have ever seen. ā€

"I'm not interested in medicine in the first place." Meng Fang said.

"And what are you interested in?" Chu Lan asked curiously.

Meng Fang thought for a while and said, "Practice." ā€

Chu Lanting looked at Meng Fang carefully, and after looking at it for a while, she was not surprised, because Meng Fang was indeed mysterious. She said, "To cure my disease, do I also need to have the same practice as you?" ā€

Meng Fang nodded and replied: "It should help you alleviate your pain, and it is also harmless to you." ā€

Chu Lanting was silent and did not reply.

Meng Fang was still standing at the door: "I need to check your body." ā€

"How to check?" Chu Lanting asked.

"Take the pulse." Meng Fang didn't enter the house.

Chu Lanting hesitated, pointed to the desk beside him, and then put his hand up.

Meng Fang walked into the room this time, two fingers pressed on the pulse of her wrist, and the sharp fingers soaked with a trace of spiritual power, submerging into Chu Lanting's thin and white wrist.

Chu Lanting stared at the wisps of silver light soaked out of Meng Fang's fingertips, and her calm pair of eyes completely revealed a little shock, she looked at Meng Fang again, and was even more convinced of Meng Fang's mystery.

"You're more than just cursed." Meng Fang stopped, moved his hand away, and frowned a little.

Chu Lanting stared at Meng Fang's frowning brows, and his face was still a little worried and anxious: "Ten million should be able to cover it all, right?" You should at least cure me completely, and then you can be a conscientious doctor. ā€

Meng Fang saw that this fifteen-year-old girl no longer resisted before, and her heart couldn't help but be happy, in fact, her calm heart was only a fifteen-year-old underage girl after all, and when facing death and hope, she still held simple expectations and longing.

"Your body is not only due to the cursed wounds in your body, but also from the nearly one hundred and eight blocked and broken meridians and caves in your body." Meng Fang was surprised and said, "It's strange. ā€

Chu Lanting still had a trace of sadness in his eyes: "So you won't be like Lord Yama, sentencing me to death?" Can I argue that I am innocent? At least the sinner has the right to justify. ā€

Her bulging eyes were filled with tears.

"There is still hope, although there are some difficulties, but as I said just now, if you give up, you will not be saved, and if you do not give up, there is still hope." Meng Fang said.

Chu Lanting's eyes wrapped in tears were about slightly filled with a faint smile: "Now this choice is yours." ā€

"I'm short of money." Meng Fang said.

Chu Lanting pursed his red lips, lightly squeezed a trace of it at the corner of his mouth, and said, "You just said that I am in a strange body, referring to my strange physical condition?" Or is it something else? ā€

"It's all weird, and the meridians are even stranger." Meng Fang said.

"I want to know why." Chu Lanting said.

Meng Fang didn't intend to hide it from her: "Ordinary people are born as a single and new individual, that is to say, even if there are one hundred and eight abnormalities in your mother's body, it should not be carried over to you, because you are a new life form, unless it is a mysterious and unpredictable power such as a cursed wound, it will continue in the underworld, otherwise other situations are generally impossible, so this is very strange." ā€

"What do you have to say about decryption?" Chu Lanting asked.

Meng Fang was silent for a while, thought for a while and said, "There are many guesses, and the most intuitive guess is...... The one hundred and eight meridian blockages that have continued in your body may be some kind of mysterious seal, this kind of seal I have never seen at least I have seen, and I don't know whether it is or not, but it should be possible. ā€

"Seals?"