Because of the failure of the exam, Zhang Fan locked himself in his room for a week, studied hard, and he was ready to fight again next year.

If you don't work hard, you will be sad before the exam, and it is useless to hold on to your feet temporarily.

Even Zhang Fan has times when he can't do anything.

"Senior brother, is Master still inside?"

"Hmm!"

"It's been five days, are you alright?"

"It should be fine. ”

"And when is he coming out?"

"I don't know. ”

A brief conversation between the Yang family and the monk proves that Zhang Fan has been locked up in the house for five days.

No one knew when he would come out, so the Yang family could only reluctantly return to the 'Chi Garden' on the other side.

Today, there are two special guests in the pond garden.

One of them was dressed in a black suit with thick eyes. This person is Teacher Song, who participated in the meeting of the five princes not long ago.

In front of him, pushing a wheelchair, on top of the wheelchair, sat an old man with gray hair, his eyes closed, unconscious.

"Junior, what's wrong?" Old Man Yang Qiao asked when he saw the Yang family general walking out of Zhang Fan's house with his head down.

General Yang shook his head, indicating that Zhang Fan still hadn't come out.

"Master, is this gentleman hard to see?" said Teacher Song, who was wearing a suit with eyes.

"No, it's just that Xiaofan failed the medical exam a few days ago and is now studying hard in retreat. This kid is very persistent, and we can't bother it. "Yang Qiao has been with Zhang Fan for so long, and he can be regarded as understanding Zhang Fan's personality a little.

After hearing this, Song Furen frowned and said, "If you failed the medical exam, can you say that this gentleman is not a real doctor?"

"Hehe, sort of! But although Xiao Fan does not have a Chinese medicine license, his medical skills are unparalleled in the world. Believe me, your father's illness, I think only Xiao Fan can be cured in the world today. ”

Seeing that Master Yang Qiao blew that gentleman to a god, Song Furen nodded and said.

"Master, I believe in you. ”

"Then wait a little longer! You kid too, your father has such a strange disease, and he won't notify me in time. He's half my student anyway!"

Song Furen's father, Song Gaoyuan, although he is the head of the Song family, the five princes in the capital. But at the same time, he was also a student of Yang Qiao.

Yang Qiao, as the former first assistant, is also natural to have peach and plum all over the world.

"By the way, tell me what's going on with your father's disease, why can't you see it well in the First Hospital of Beijing?"

Yang Qiao looked at the old man in the wheelchair, his wrinkled face, skinny body, bloodless skin, dry and pale hair, looking like a dead corpse.

Song Gaoyuan is a person who practices martial arts, and there is no such thing as becoming like this at a young age, something must have happened.

After hearing this, Song Furen replied: "My father's illness started two years ago. That day, he told me that he had a dream in which a fairy came down to earth and wanted to take him to live in the heavenly palace. ”

"Since then, my father has been like a demon, saying that he wants to cultivate immortals and go to the heavenly palace. Then he began to go on a hunger strike, not thinking about tea and dinner, and locked himself in the house every day, practicing the immortal method in his dreams. ”

"Dream Immortal Method?" Yang Qiao frowned.

Of course, he wouldn't believe that there was any talk of cultivating immortals flying to the sky, but Song Furen said it in a good way, and it seemed that Song Gaoyuan had gone mad.

"Yes, my father said that the fairy taught him the method of cultivating immortals, as long as he cultivates the Tao, he can feather and soar, and go to the heavenly palace to meet the fairy. ”

Song Fu people felt a little unspeakable, extremely absurd and ridiculous.

Fortunately, Yang Qiao didn't say anything more, so he continued.

"My father did seem to have gone mad, and he didn't listen to us. Later, he couldn't hold it anymore, and he would eat some rice soup every day. ”

It wasn't until half a year later that a wail came from his room. We rushed in to take a look and found him lying on the ground. There was a foul stench coming from the house. ”

"Then I took him to the hospital for resuscitation, and that's what it turned out to be. My father's life was saved, but the doctor told me that he was now completely dead except for his heart, which was normal. ”

"But the amazing thing is that even when my father is like this, he can still have a heartbeat and breath. This must be a strange disease like no other. ”

"I think that since it is a disease, there must be a cure. So in the past six months, I have been looking for famous doctors in the world. ”

Song Furen told Yang Qiao and Yang Jiajiang the general situation.

To be honest, after hearing the cause and effect of this incident, Yang Jiajiang's first reaction was to feel ridiculous.

"This old man, isn't he stupid? I think he's just extremely malnourished, causing organ failure, right? ”

"Young general, don't be rude. Yang Qiao scolded.

"Grandpa, I'm telling you the truth. How can such a thing as a dream be taken seriously? It's not a joke!"

"Hehehe, dream, why can't you take it seriously?"

Just when the Yang family general was laughing at the absurd behavior of the old man, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the gate of the pond garden.

Everyone looked sideways and saw a man in a black shirt and gray shorts dragging a flip-flop on the threshold of the pond garden.

"Master, you're out. ”

As soon as the Yang family saw the arrival, they immediately rushed forward.

"You should say that you have passed the pass, retreated for five days as a teacher, worked hard to be strong, and finally memorized those nasty scientific research knowledge and professional terms. I will definitely be able to get a TCM license next year. ”

"Master, are you setting up a flag?" the Yang family suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"Let's have fun. Zhang Fan glared at him.

Subsequently, Zhang Fan's attention was all focused on the old man Song who was facing him and sitting in a wheelchair, Song Gaoyuan.

At this moment, Song Gaoyuan looked like a dried corpse dug out of the soil, skinny.

His eyes were blank and hollow, and his eyes were like two holes. It looks a little scary.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan suddenly bit his finger, forced out a drop of blood, and then catapulted towards Song Gaoyuan's forehead.

After the drop of blood stained Song Gaoyuan's eyebrows, it was slowly swallowed in.

"Interesting!" Zhang Fan grinned. In his eyes, he slowed down a little bit of excitement.

"Master, do you see something?" said the Yang family general, looking at Zhang Fan.

"Master, Master, isn't this the gentleman you are talking about with excellent medical skills?" Song Furen thought that the gentleman Yang Qiao was talking about was a senior in his fifties and sixties, and no matter how poor he was, he was a famous doctor in his forties and fifties.

And the Yang family will also call that gentleman Master.

He didn't expect that this gentleman, who was called Master, would look only in his twenties.

After hearing this, Yang Qiao smiled and said, "Yes, this is the doctor I introduced to your father." ”

After Yang Qiao finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Fan, and then asked, "Xiao Fan, the old man is making his own opinion, can I ask you to help me take a look at my poor student?"

Zhang Fan squinted his eyes and said, "His illness is not easy to treat. ”