Zhao Gang wanted to be polite to Ning Fan, but Ning Fan couldn't live or die.

Let such an elder who is obviously not in good health kneel and bow to himself, no matter how he thinks about it.

After tossing like this for a long time, Zhao Gang suddenly covered his waist and snorted, with an extremely painful look on his face.

"Uh...... Not...... My waist ......"

"It's bad, my dad's lumbar spine has been bad, and it will hurt for two or three days if he is a little excited!"

Zhao Xue'er screamed and hurriedly leaned down and grabbed her father's right arm.

"Don't move!"

Ning Fan's eyes glowed with a faint purple light, and he began to check Zhao Gang's injuries.

"How's my dad?"

Zhao Xue'er saw that Ning Fan was very calm, and the action of checking the injury was also very professional, so she hurriedly asked him.

Ning Fan's brows were furrowed, and his expression was very serious.

"Severe disc herniation and osteoporosis...... Does your dad insist on going out every day?"

"Yes, there is no way, the family is really short of money. ”

Zhao Xue'er said to Ning Fan with a sad face.

Thinking about it, Zhao Gang and Zhao Xue'er are not like lazy people, if they are not troubled by chronic diseases, it is impossible to live such an embarrassing life.

But if you go out of the stall with illness like this, it is hard to say that it is to drink water to quench your thirst!

"Uncle Zhao, your legs aren't usually very neat, right?"

"Yes, neither can the waist, nor can the legs, it's really bitter Xue'er. ”

Zhao Gang shook his head with shame on his face.

"Dad, don't say that...... Brother Ning Fan, can you find a way to cure my dad?"

Zhao Xue'er had the impression that Ning Fan was not good at medical skills.

But Ning Fan is so sophisticated, and he is obviously proficient in the method of seeing, hearing, asking, and cutting.

Maybe I can heal my father!

Ning Fan took down several of the largest sacks from the tricycle and helped Zhao Gang lie on the sacks.

"Uncle Zhao, don't move!"

As he spoke, Ning Fan pressed his fingers a few times on Zhao Gang's injured area, and then pressed heavily with the side of his palm.

"Hmm......"

Zhao Gang clenched his teeth, obviously enduring the severe pain.

Then, Ning Fan took out the needle box and inserted five silver needles into several acupuncture points on Zhao Gang's waist in turn.

"Hoo ......"

Almost at the same time that the last silver needle fell, Zhao Gang let out a long sigh of relief, obviously freed from some kind of great pain.

"Dad, are you feeling better?"

Zhao Xue'er asked her father happily.

"Hmm...... It's much lighter in a blink of an eye, the young marshal is really a divine skill, a divine skill!"

"Uncle Zhao, don't get excited! Although you are no longer in serious trouble, you will definitely not be able to go down to the ground, and you must recuperate with peace of mind these days! Today, in order to avoid other accidents, I must send you home and carefully help you to the bed!"

Ning Fan's face was still serious, and his tone was irrefutable.

"This ...... Why bother the young marshal......"

A look of embarrassment appeared on Zhao Gang's face.

Ning Fan shook his index finger firmly: "I'm not a young marshal now, I'm a doctor, you have to abide by the will, understand?"

After that, Ning Fan and Zhao Xue'er carefully loaded Zhao Gang onto the tricycle and sent him home.

As soon as Ning Fan and Zhao Xue'er entered the door with Zhao Gang in their arms, a middle-aged woman hurriedly greeted them.

"Ah, what's going on, Xue'er and his father, you've made the same mistake again?"

"Brother Ning Fan, this is my mother. ”

Zhao Xue'er introduced to Ning Fan.

"Ning...... Few...... Young marshal!"

Cher's mother raised her eyebrows and knelt on the ground.

In this dragon city, the people of the Ning family are like gods, and it is a great honor for ordinary people to see each other.

What's more, the death of the young marshal is well known to everyone in this area, and now that Ning Fan suddenly visited, how could he not be surprised!

Ning Fan smiled awkwardly and said, "Auntie, don't be like this, can you get up first?"

"What is the name of Auntie, I don't dare to be it, just call me Zhang Lan. ”

Xue'er's mother hurriedly stood up and put Zhao Gang on the bed with Ning Fan and Zhao Xue'er.

"That, Xue'er, is your dad seriously injured this time, and how many days will he be able to get out of bed?" Zhang Lan leaned over to Xue'er and asked in a low voice.

Ning Fan smiled indifferently: "Uncle Zhao's injury is no longer serious, and he will be able to get out of bed in five or six days, but he must not do heavy work in the near future." ”

Zhao Xue'er nodded and said, "Mom, this time thanks to Brother Ning Fan's rescue, he pricked a few stitches in my dad's waist, otherwise my dad may have to delay treatment and lie in bed for three or four months." ”

"Yes, young marshal, I didn't expect you to be a miracle doctor!"

Zhang Lan held Ning Fan's hand tightly, her eyes full of gratitude.

Zhao Gang tilted his head on the bed and said in as high a voice as possible:

"You must remember that the young marshal is our great benefactor!"

Zhao Xue'er nodded vigorously, looked at Ning Fan's eyes and said:

"Don't worry, I will never forget Brother Ning Fan!"

At this time, Ning Fan's gaze stayed on Zhang Lan for a moment, and then swiped to the surroundings.

The furniture in Zhao Xueer's house is very simple, except for a table and a few square stools and round stools in the living room, which are basically empty.

There were two plates on the table, one with a few rape leaves and the other with a small pile of shredded potatoes.

Approaching the edge of the table, three steamed buns were crammed into a narrow plastic bag, as if they wanted to cover their ashamed faces with their companions' bodies.

Not to mention computers, refrigerators, and televisions.

Such a family is really rare.

Ning Fan sighed softly and asked Zhao Xue'er:

"Xue'er, isn't Auntie in good health. ”

Zhao Xue'er lowered her head and whispered:

"Yes, my mom she...... Have diabetes. ”

A family of three, two of whom are sick, no wonder life is so difficult.

Thinking about it this way, Ning Xinlan is not just willful, she is simply a femme fatale.

Ning Fan patted Zhao Xue'er on the shoulder and said firmly:

"Don't worry, I'll find a way to cure Auntie. ”

"But ......"

"But the book says that there is no cure for diabetes, right? For me, it just takes a little more effort. Tomorrow I will send the prepared medicine over, and if my aunt's illness does not go to the root within three months, you will cut me with a boning knife!"

Ning Fan raised his finger and nodded to his heart.

Zhao Xue'er hurriedly covered Ning Fan's mouth:

"Don't say such unlucky things!"

Zhang Lan next to her wrenched her hands, her eyes full of tears: "Young marshal, our family, I really don't know how to thank you!"

Ning Fan shook his head, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes:

"Thank you, God help you, you have carried it in the face of misery for so long, and it is time for you to have a smooth life. ”

Zhao Xue'er clasped her hands in front of her chest, made a gesture similar to prayer, and didn't spit out a word for a long time, just looked at Ning Fan quietly.

In this case, all words lose their meaning.

After a while, Zhao Xue'er looked at the wall clock on the wall, got up and smiled indifferently at Ning Fan and said:

"Brother Ning Fan, I'll go part-time first, it's good to see you again!"

(End of chapter)