The reason why Ling Meng's father was retired early was because he was on a mission, exchanged fire with bandits, and was hit in the knee by a bullet. The bullet was taken out, but it left behind the aftermath, and then walked with a limp, windy and rainy, and the rheumatism was terrible.

Now hearing Lin Xiafan's words, she seems to see a glimmer of hope, and asks Lin Xiafan how to cure it, and what else to say, if Lin Xiafan cures his father, then he will play with Lin Xiafan and never regret it.

Opportunity, haha, God not only gave him a fairy tower against the sky, but also gave him this opportunity, so that Lin Xiafan almost went to heaven.

"Eat quickly, finish eating, we'll go over and treat your father's injuries now!" Lin Xiafan said as he took his hands back from the cold policewoman.

"Can it really be cured?" she asked, still a little skeptical.

"Really, if you can't cure it, you can take a gun and shoot me. Lin Xiafan pointed to the pistol on her thigh and said.

With Lin Xiafan's words, she didn't believe it and didn't know it, but she didn't expect that this little farmer was so mysterious. It can also cure diseases such as terminal diseases, if it is true, then what he just said about treating others and charging 10 million yuan for diagnosis is also true.

The two young men and women, after hurriedly eating something, settled the bill, immediately left the western restaurant, drove the car, and went home with this Ling Mengxing policeman.

Ling Meng's house is not a villa, but a house assigned to the unit, which is about 110 square meters. Three bedrooms, two living rooms, one bathroom and one kitchen, Ling Meng is an only child, perhaps because of the national policy of the unit, only one child can be born.

Ling Meng's parents are still alive, and her mother is also an ordinary worker in the unit, so her family income is okay, with an income of about 10,000 yuan a month.

"Xiaomeng, you're back, this is ......" The two middle-aged people in the family, who are almost fifty years old, saw their daughter bring back a young man, and they didn't feel a little happy in their hearts, you know, their daughter has never brought anything else home, especially at night.

"Dad, this is called Lin Xiafan, I came to see you, and he said that it can cure your gunshot wounds and rheumatism, so let him come and have a look. Ling Meng explained to his father.

Then she hurriedly ran back to her bathing room, and searched in the bath, looking for the so-called pinhole camera, but no matter how she searched, she just couldn't find it. After that, I ran back to my room and searched the room, but I didn't even let go of a dead end, and the result was still the same, there was no camera or anything like that.

Lin Xiafan, a little farmer, greeted Ling Meng's parents, introduced himself, and then said that his family heirloom medicine can cure any disease. It is said that some ointment was used and pasted on the injured area, whether it is true or not, we will know at that time.

Anyway, Lin Xiafan said to him, it's free, no money, and it's okay to give it a try.

Ointment, Lin Xiafan has a ready-made one in his hand, and he usually has nothing to do, he is in the space of Xuantian Glazed Immortal Pagoda, in addition to getting some pills, he also has more than a dozen pairs of ointment.

"Uncle, come, roll up your trouser legs, I dare say, stick it tonight, and tomorrow you will be alive." Lin Xiafan said to Ling Meng's father with a plaster made of Chinese medicine in his hand.

"Really, young man, you didn't come here to lie to me because you wanted to soak my daughter, did you?" Ling Meng's father asked.

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know if you try it. Hayashi didn't want to explain too much.

"Well, as you said, it's okay to try, but I'm telling you, you can't chase my daughter this way. Ling Meng's father said.

"Hehe......" Lin Xiafan laughed, thinking in his heart: "The little immortal doctor will not succeed, and soon your daughter will be arched by me!"

Next, Lin Xiafan began to clumsy and put the plaster next to his knee, and then, from the bag, took out a bottle of beer.

It should be said that the purple gas in beer bottles came from the east, and the smell of wine made his eyes rise and stare closely at the beer bottle in Lin Xiafan's hand.

"This wine is called Ziqi Donglai, I brewed it myself, and drinking it is very good. Lin Xiafan gave it to the old police officer and said.

"Good wine, old woman, go and fetch two glasses. Before he could open it, he could already smell that the wine was definitely good.

"Look at you, I smell the smell of wine, the addiction to alcohol has flare up again, and there is really nothing I can do about you. The forty-five-year-old woman said.

The wine glass was fetched, and the wooden lid on the beer bottle was opened, and the smell of wine was even stronger, and the whole hall could smell its fragrance, with a faint fruity aroma in the aroma of wine. Poured into the glass, the lilac wine, the wine emitted a faint, wisps of purple smoke, as the purple smoke disappeared, the wine was like a glass of white wine.

Its fragrance, its magic, made Ling Meng's father can't help but raise his glass and drink it, a cup into his throat, his face is like a flower blooming in the sky, and he laughs.

He praised the good wine, it was delicious, it was the best wine he had ever drunk in his life, he closed his eyes, and savored the taste of this wine, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said to his wife:

"Old woman, you also drink a little, it's really delicious, I don't know how to describe it, you will know it when you drink it. ”

"It's really delicious. "This old woman, smelling the smell of wine, has long wanted to have a drink.

As a result, after a mouthful of throat, like her old wife, she closed her eyes, as if she was remembering something, her face was flushed, and a trace of shyness appeared. Finally, he sat next to his wife, looking happy, no need to say much, just made eye contact, raised the small cup in his hand, and slowly took a sip.

This kind of action was expected by Lin Xiafan, but now he didn't ask if the wine was good, but asked Ling Meng's father about the injury on his foot: "How is it, do you feel any changes in the injury?"

"Well, if you don't say it, I'll forget it, but, young man, your wine is so good. Looking at this bottle, he felt that it was a little less, not enough for him to drink it in two days, but thinking of the relationship between the other party and his daughter, he didn't know what the relationship was, so he was embarrassed to ask.

"Do you feel it now?" asked Hayashi Xiafan, pointing to his feet.

"Well, I feel that there is no tingling just now, it seems to have a little cold feeling, so comfortable. He came back to his senses and thought, "It can't be so magical, he can really heal himself?"

He has sought medical treatment in many places, from Western medicine to Chinese medicine and acupuncture, but he can't cure it, saying that this is a post-injury symptom, which hurts the nerves. Walking with a limp, windy and rainy, the pain is terrible, and I can't walk.

"This is normal, tomorrow will be fine. Lin Xiafan nodded and said to him with a smile.

"Really?" he couldn't believe it.

"Really, I won't lie to you. Lin Xiafan said.