Zhang Fan saw that so many patients were surrounding him, but he waved his hand: "You want me to be treated?" Okay, let's get a million out of each person first. ”

He was just taking the martial arts exam before, so how could he really have so much time to really treat people?

So this million threshold is set just to scare those people off.

Moreover, these people looked down on him three times and twice before, and the comments about him were so ugly, it was impossible for him not to hear them.

It's just too lazy to bother with them.

Now seeing that his medical skills are so skillful, they beg him in turn.

What are you kidding, Lao Tzu is not a good person.

Moreover, as the honorary president of his martial arts association, the 1 million shooting fee is indeed not expensive.

That's right, this 1 million is just the cost of asking him to help.

Regardless of whether it can be cured in the end, the 1 million will not be refunded.

Zhang Fan thought that the 1 million would scare those people away.

However, as soon as the words came out, almost everyone raised the multi-function watch: "I'll turn it for you now!" ”

"I have 3 million here, treat me first!"

"I have 5 million here, President Zhang will help me see it first, and I will add 10 million after I am cured."

"Uh......"

When Zhang Fan saw this, he was directly stunned.

He had been cultivating in the sub-biological space for the past few days, and the sub-biological space was exactly the same as his home in the previous world.

It made his thinking a little confused, and he always went back to the thinking of the previous world.

In the previous world, 1 million was already a lot, and the vast majority of people couldn't take it.

But now he is a martial artist, and these patients are all cultivators.

For these cultivators, it is not very difficult to come up with 1 million.

Even some high-level cultivators can easily come up with hundreds of millions.

Depend on!

Next time, you can directly set 10 million and save trouble!

Zhang Fan said secretly in his heart.

On the surface, he pressed his hand out of thin air, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Then he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I will sit here for three hours in three days." When the time comes, pay 1 million first, and queue up for the number. If it is cured, give me an additional 50 million. If it can't be cured, you have to add 10 million to me. Also, I only sit in the clinic for three hours, and after three hours, I don't see anyone again. At that time, the 1 million you paid will not be refunded. ”

When everyone heard this, they immediately boiled.

"President Zhang, where to pay the money?"

"yes, I'll pay it now!"

Zhang Fan thought about it and beckoned to the dean not far away.

When the director came, he said, "Let's give the money to the hospital first." ”

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly went to the registration window.

The dean made a rough estimate.

More than 300 people have registered, and if each person is 1 million, it will be more than 300 million.

The dean suddenly felt the urge to burst into tears.

A hospital as big as theirs, after a year of hard work, can't make so much money.

The Martial Arts Association is a person, just registering an account, so much money.

is also a doctor, why is the gap so big?

And this is only the registration fee, and after three days of diagnosis and treatment, even if only 30 of them can be treated,

Even if everyone can't be cured, only add 10 million, then it will be 300 million again!

And with this president's brilliant medical skills, how can it not be cured?

If all 30 people are cured, that's 1.5 billion ......

The dean didn't dare to think about it anymore.

If he thought about it any longer, he was afraid that he would really be beaten to death.

Zhang Fan was also a little dazed at this time.

He said that the registration fee was too little, so the treatment fee was deliberately raised to the level of 10 million.

It turned out that there were still so many people.

Nima: Did all your money come in with a strong wind?

Isn't money supposed to be used for money?

While Zhang Fan was in a daze, the few people who had already registered had already started queuing in the place where they had queued before.

When Zhang Fan saw their appearance, he was puzzled: "...... are you?"

One patient hurriedly said, "Queue up." ”

Zhang Fan was directly speechless: "I'll come in three days, you guys will line up now?" ”

Several patients scrambled to say, "With President Zhang's methods, there must be a lot of people vying to come for treatment." And in these three days, there will definitely be more people coming. If you wait the day after tomorrow or tomorrow to come back in line, it will be too late. ”

As he spoke, several more patients lined up.

All of them are happy, like the New Year.

Three days later, President Zhang only sat for three hours, and no matter how fast he was, five minutes for a patient could only see 12 patients in an hour. That's 36 patients in three hours.

There are so many people now, not to mention that other people who hear the news will also rush over. It must be crowded with people at that time.

If a few of them can get to the front, they will definitely be able to take their turn.

There's no reason for them to be upset.

Zhang Fan watched the line grow rapidly and was stunned for a moment.

I could only shake my head.

At this time, Shui Wuyi trembled and returned the badge to Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan took Ling Xiao and walked out of the hospital.

These patients are willing to wait, so let them wait slowly.

I don't have time to play with them right now.

Take advantage of the fact that there are still ten or so hours before the night, and enter the sub-biological space by yourself and strengthen all the skills that should be strengthened.

In the hospital, more than a dozen little nurses looked at Zhang Fan's back, and all of them had stars shining in their eyes.

Who doesn't like such a talented man who can still make money?

It's a pity that they and this President Zhang are, after all, people from two worlds.

They weren't even cultivators, how could this President Zhang take a fancy to them?

At the same time, Uncle Ling, who was lying on the hospital bed, saw the martial doctors of the battle group with his tongue open, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

In the end, he directly threw out the badge of the honorary president of the Martial Arts Association.

To be honest, Uncle Ling was also shocked at that time.

Although he couldn't see it live, he felt like he was almost suffocating just through the screen.

Now he finally understood why after the last time the young lady came back from the wild area, the good Lanxiang Martial Arts Academy did not go up, and actually went to Lingguang's small academy.

There is such a teacher, not to mention a small academy like Ling Guang, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, you have to follow him.

Zhang Fan and Ling Xiao returned to the hotel and instructed Ling Xiao to practice hard in the room.

He himself entered the dimensional dimension.

This time, he plans to practice the second move of the sword drawing technique: Yan Hui.

For a while, because there were more things and more martial arts he had learned, he was a little negligent about Yan Hui.

This is also why many people only learn one or two martial arts in their lives, and at most two or three.

After all, human energy and time are limited.

If you have to spend most of your energy and time on cultivation, you won't have much time left.

It's not easy to learn one or two martial arts in such a short period of time, let alone a lot.

But Zhang Fan is different.

Now that he has a sub-biological space, he has 60 times the time of others.

Not to mention one or two, even 60 martial arts, he can practice all of them to the fullest.

(End of chapter)