Zhang Peng was really poisoned, and although he was still in a coma, his face was sweating profusely, as if he had just taken a bath. Zhang Xiao was terrified watching from the side, although he had a great hatred for this relative, but after all, the family affection that blood is thicker than water is there, and it is false to say that he is not distressed.

The same is true for Zhang Yazhi, who has been wiping his sweat with a towel all day today, and when Zhang Peng woke up like crazy during the day, he hit the wall directly with his head in his arms, grinning with his bare teeth and not daring to let people approach.

Fortunately, the medicine given by Meng Fan worked, and the madness lasted no more than two minutes, and everything was over.

Meng Fan, who hurried from outside to hear the news, pushed open the door and looked at the bed nervously: "How are people?" Is the seizure bad? ”

Seeing Meng Fan come in, Zhang Yazhi and Zhang Xiao both secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he didn't dare to disturb the press conference held in the hospital today, and until now, Zhang Xiao was the first to stand up and quickly rushed to Meng Fan: "Doctor Meng, please, please save my uncle." ”

It can be seen that they are all people with a clear conscience, from the beginning of carrying a knife to kill Zhang Peng, to now they are more distressed and frightened than anyone else.

"It's okay, don't worry, let me see."

Meng Fan raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder to express comfort, and came to the side of the bed in a few steps, only to see Zhang Peng's face burnt yellow, his lips trembling, muttering something like a dream, Meng Fan quickly lowered his head and listened, and suddenly felt horrified.

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"Is he alright?" Zhang Yazhi stopped wiping his sweat with a wet towel, she was too tired, and got up with a long breath and asked worriedly.

Meng Fan shook his head, stretched out his hand to help Zhang Yazhi sit next to him, and asked, "How long did he wake up during the day?" ”

"It didn't take long, only a minute or two, but the attack was so bad that you can see that the blood on the wall was all knocked out by him with his head." Zhang Yazhi sat next to him tired and a little out of breath, and pointed to the opposite wall.

Indeed, some red blood stains could be clearly seen on the white walls, which had not dried up yet, plus a glaring scar on the side of Zhang Peng's head.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look."

An extraordinary condition is also extremely rare in the history of medicine, Meng Fan naturally had no way to find a solution just by looking at his face, so he had to sit aside and stretch out his hand to cut his pulse, the weak pulse and weak breathing clearly showed the signs of his dying life, which made people's hearts tense.

"You go out first."

After only more than ten seconds of diagnosis, Meng Fan seemed to have found the root of the disease, raised his hand and waved his hand outward, a few people had no other opinions, got up and left, Zhang Yazhi said two words of caution when he left.

After sending a few people away, Meng Fan stood beside the bed, secretly condensing the true qi of his whole body, and a stream of air that could not be seen by the naked eye converged in the dantian of his body, exuding a cyan blue light, and released towards the arms of his body.

Reciting the "Immortal Sutra" silently in his mouth, Meng Fan clearly felt that the sense of strength in his body was bursting, he was unprecedentedly powerful and excited, and he had broken through his cultivation again and again over the past few days, and he had become extremely skilled again and again, and it was easier to operate.

Gradually, Meng Fan placed his red-colored hands on Zhang Peng's chest, one hand close to his kidney, and the other hand against his heart. Suddenly, two faint puffs of smoke were released from his palm like magic, seeping into his body little by little.

Uh-huh-In his sleep, Zhang Peng's face burst out, he gritted his teeth and trembled, his originally dark and bloodless cheeks gradually became brighter, but his hands hanging on the bed trembled even more.

Meng Fan turned a blind eye to all this in front of him, and continued to intensify the indoctrination and operation of true qi.

As time passed, soon, Zhang Peng's original signs of dying slowly disappeared. His breathing slowed down, and his face and heart pulse returned to normal.

However, the price of this switch was that Meng Fan was a little weak, and when he slowly withdrew his true qi and released it, his body became weak and he sat directly on the bench next to him.

Although his cultivation has improved a lot these days, it is also becoming more and more difficult to treat his condition, and the degree of difficulty is also increasing.

After taking a few deep breaths, Meng Fan took the water next to him, no matter whose it was, he drank it directly, only then did he feel a little more comfortable, and then turned his face to look at Zhang Peng, who had fallen into a normal sleep, and his hanging heart could finally relax.

After resting for more than ten minutes, Meng Fan's strength gradually recovered, and then he got up and walked out and stretched out his hand to open the door, Zhang Yazhi and a group of people were looking at him with nervous faces, and without waiting for him to speak, he hurriedly asked, "How is it?" ”

Meng Fan smiled comfortingly: "It's okay, sleep first and look at it tomorrow." ”

Whew-Many people's nervous hearts can finally relax, even Zhang Xiao's tense nerves smiled, and his eyes kept staring at Zhang Peng, who was asleep on the bed.

…………

Same time, different place.

In a luxurious suite in a five-star hotel in Longjiang, there were more than a dozen men and women, all of whom were in their forties and fifties, and a television set was placed opposite them, and the picture was the press conference that the hospital had just ended.

Among these people, there is a familiar face, he is dressed in a white Tang suit, with a smile on his face all the time, and he is shaking a paper fan in his hand without hurry. He is none other than the drug king who almost killed Zheng Jiayi in the commercial building two days ago.

When the reception ended and the reporter's camera stayed on Meng Fan's face, someone pressed the pause button.

They are one of the four major schools of Chinese medicine, the Witch Doctor School, which has been established for no more than 50 years, is relatively scattered, and the management and system are far less authentic than those sent by Taoist doctors, and even the Huashu School is not comparable.

However, there is a wonderful law in this world, the more scum-looking the organization, there are not many good people in it, but there are many masters of destruction, and the difficulties often created are even more powerful than those among the good people.

The witch doctor school is like this, although the serious medical skills of 800 are not as good as the Taoist medicine school, the Huashu school and the warm disease school, but people are good at poison. If you can't cure people, you can create a poison that no one can cure, which is really a little scary.

After pausing the TV screen, the Poison King finally smiled: "This is the young man I told you, I have fought once before, he is indeed a very powerful character, you better be careful." ”

There was a whispering of discussion in the crowd, and one of the women who was over fifty years old frowned and said: "We really humiliated ourselves today, we would have listened to the poison king if we knew it, and we even sent someone to make trouble, but it was the young people of the people who gave my apprentice a step up with magnanimity." ”

The apprentice the woman was talking about was none other than the middle-aged man who was going to fight with Meng Fan in the hospital not long ago.

Don't look at the age of this master-apprentice relationship is too similar, but there is no way, the middle-aged man started medicine relatively late, and this woman is a well-known Chinese medicine doctor early, and later the middle-aged man followed the apprentice to study medicine.

The Poison King smiled lightly, and said as if he was not doing anything at all: "But it's okay, at least he didn't say that he was from the Witch Doctor Sect, and when the four sects of Chinese medicine competed, we could just not let him go, and when the time came, the other sects wouldn't know that this was our people, so we wouldn't have it." ”

"Two days ago, I followed Qiu Lao to Zheng's house, and I played with this young man once to discuss medicine, and I listened to him introduce that I seem to be from a Qingxinmen, I am very curious about this Qingxinmen, do you understand?" At this time, a man with a bald head moved the bench and asked.

Many people looked at the Poison King, and the latter gradually tightened his heart: "Qingxinmen, he is not wrong." ”

Indeed, after all, it is not only Meng Fan's master Xu Songling himself who comes from Qingxinmen, but also Jin Ruishan, who has dealt with the surname Jin for so many years, and the drug king still understands these things.

However, as soon as his words fell, several other people stood up directly from the bench as if their hearts had been inserted into their hearts: "What are you kidding? Isn't the Qingxin Gate long gone? ”

"I know someone from the Pure Heart Gate, and there is one more."

The Poison King showed a smug and narrow smile on his face, turned his face to look at everyone and said, "But don't be nervous, he is a traitor to the Pure Heart Gate, and he was kicked out by the Pure Heart Gate when he was twenty years old. But Meng Fan's master is a serious descendant of the Pure Heart Sect. ”

"If the Qingxinmen is really not lost, I'm afraid they are the real authentic Chinese medicine."

At this time, an old man with a goatee at the corner of his mouth stood up from the bench with a smile, but there was a bit of chill in his eyes: "In the current situation, no amount of Chinese medicine can tolerate the survival of our witch doctor sect, and Qingxinmen may not agree." ”

"None of us had heard of the existence of the Pure Heart Gate before, and now it was as if he had appeared out of nowhere." The middle-aged woman's tone was also full of worry and doubt: "This person, you can't stay, I don't believe that you can't kill the poison king?" ”

The Poison King smiled confidently, shook his head and said, "Naturally not, I still have the ability to kill him, but I feel that such a genius now, if you really want to kill him, what good will it do us?" Don't you think it's a pity? ”

"Is it our witch doctor sect that matters, or is it that he is a genius?" The old man with the goatee asked a little unhappily.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood what I meant, President." The Poison King smiled softly, shook his hand and said, "I did fight this young man before this, and the reason why I didn't kill him was because I wanted to pull him over and stand with us. ”

Hearing this, the arguing crowd became quiet, and many people looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

"This ...... Can this work? The old man with the goatee who called the president was tempted.

You must know that the current Witch Doctor Sect has always been in an unsafe position, if Meng Fan can come, there is such a capable person to suppress him, and those who want to bully the Witch Doctor Sect will have to weigh their own abilities.

Behind the back of one hand, the Poison King showed a mysterious smile: "I'll try." ”