The mysterious organization hidden behind the scenes seems to have disappeared.

Although during the investigation, the Secret Service Department caught a large number of martial artists who were female offenders.

But this group of people has nothing to do with the mysterious organization that controls Qi Yuanshan.

I don't know if I was alarmed.

In addition to the mysterious organization disappearing without a trace, the thieves who had been active before also began to lurk underwater.

For a while, the whole Xiangcheng became much quieter and more harmonious than before.

At noon today, a high-end car stopped at the entrance of the Rejuvenation Hall.

The car door opened, and a young man in his twenties, wearing a black suit and sunglasses, stepped down.

When the young man walked into the Rejuvenation Hall, a nurse in charge of reception stepped forward and asked politely, "Sir, are you here to see a doctor or buy medicine?"

"I'm here to find someone."

The young man took off his sunglasses, revealing a handsome face.

"Is your boss Song Feng here?"

Hearing that the young man was coming to Song Feng, the nurse asked him to wait.

After a while, Song Feng appeared in the lobby of the clinic.

Feeling that the young man in front of him was a little familiar, Song Feng said, "This gentleman, do we know each other?"

"You don't know me, but I know your name like thunder."

The young man smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "My name is Cao Anbang, and Cao Feiyan is my cousin."

"Oh."

Song Feng suddenly realized, stretched out his hand and shook the other party's hand.

"No wonder you look familiar, it turns out that you are the Cao family."

Then, Song Feng said, "You came to me this time, you should have come to ask me for treatment."

"Mr. Song is really powerful, no wonder my cousin treats you as a fairy-like figure."

Cao Anbang complimented.

"Mr. Song can see what I mean, so you might as well take a look at what kind of illness I have."

Song Feng said unhurriedly, "What you have is not sick, but injured."

"The injuries you suffered were not injuries from outsiders, but from the rush to achieve results in your cultivation, which led to the madness of the demon, causing the true qi in your body to rebel and destroy your meridians."

In just a few words, Cao Anbang was dumbfounded.

Song Feng is too godly.

The two had only met for a few minutes, and there was no physical contact in between, except for shaking hands.

Song Feng seemed to be a roundworm in his stomach.

The situation of Cao Anbang is said word for word.

"If you do come to me for treatment, come with me into the treatment room."

Song Feng said, "In about five minutes, your injuries will heal."

"Five minutes?!"

Cao Anbang stretched out a finger and said dumbfounded, "Mr. Song, you can't be joking with me, right?"

"Now that you know that my injuries are from madness, you should know that such injuries are very difficult to treat."

"Don't say it's five minutes, I'm afraid it won't be cured in five months."

"That's someone else, put it on me Song Feng, five minutes is enough."

Song Feng didn't bother to explain too much, and brought Cao Anbang into the treatment room.

He took out a silver needle and stabbed several of his acupuncture points.

He also used true qi to repair Cao Anbang's meridians.

As soon as the five minutes arrived, Cao Anbang felt comfortable.

Secretly running the True Qi, the True Qi that had been stagnant before, had become normal at this time.

The damaged meridians were also repaired by Song Feng.

If it weren't for his own experience, Cao Anbang would never have believed it.

In five minutes, Song Feng was able to heal a martial artist whose meridians were damaged.

It's incredibly simple.

Cao Anbang said to himself, "Whether this is a cure or a magic trick, it's too fast."

Song Feng advised, "Although your injuries have healed, it doesn't mean that you can immediately fight with others, and you have to recuperate for a period of time to stabilize your meridians."

"Mr. Song, you and me

Tell you the truth, are you a doctor or a mystical magician?"

Cao Anbang asked.

"It doesn't matter if I'm a Xuanmen Warlock or not, the important thing is that your injuries have healed."

Song Feng smiled faintly and said, "Remember my advice, don't do anything with anyone for half a month, and don't continue to cultivate, and wait until the meridians are completely stable before you can use the cultivation on your body."

"I remember your words."

Cao Anbang nodded, and said with a smile, "Mr. Song, if you have time, how about I treat you to a light meal?"

"I still have something I want to talk to you about, so let's talk while we eat."

"I'm sorry, I've got something to do next, so I'm afraid I won't have time today."

Song Feng declined.

"In that case, I can only say that you and I have no chance today."

"When Mr. Song has time, when will we make another appointment."

Cao Anbang exchanged contact information with Song Feng, left a check for one million, and turned around to leave here.

A middle-aged doctor walked up to Song Feng and said, "Mr. Song, you are right to refuse to eat with him."

"It's best not to deal with him in the future."

Song Feng turned around and said with a smile, "Do you think he didn't have a good heart for me?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant."

The middle-aged doctor hurriedly explained.

"I've been in our clinic for less than a week, but I can see that you're a good person, Mr. Song."

"Not only is he very attentive to the patients, but he also takes great care of us as the staff."

The middle-aged doctor is the attending doctor that Song Feng poached from a local big hospital not long ago.

A salary three times higher than that of the original unit was given.

In the past two days, the middle-aged doctor saw many good deeds made by Song Feng.

Regardless of whether the patient has money or not, he only asks to come here, and Song Feng will treat them equally.

When encountering patients who can't even get the registration fee, Song Feng will treat them for free.

After the end, there will be a lot of free medicines.

"Cao Anbang went to our department to check his body before, and when he learned that we couldn't cure him, he turned his face on the spot and injured many doctors."

Generally speaking, such an unreasonable person will never be a good person.

The middle-aged doctor repeatedly reminded Song Feng not to get too close to Cao Anbang.

lest you be cheated by the other party and don't know it.

"Thank you for telling me this, in fact, I can see that he is not a good-natured person, so I will refuse."

Song Feng said with a smile.

The middle-aged doctor was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly, "Mr. Song, since you can see it, why do you still want to help him treat it?"

Song Feng pointed to a plaque in the store and said, "Because of this."

The middle-aged doctor turned his head and suddenly realized.

Four big characters written on the plaque.

The healer is benevolent.

Song Feng said, "Whether he is a good person or a bad person, there is only one identity here, the patient."

"Plus he's a cousin of my good friend, so I can't turn him away."

"Mr. Song, you are really high-spirited, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it in my life."

The middle-aged doctor quietly praised Song Feng a few words.

Go back to work with other colleagues.

"Song Feng, what's the matter with you? Why are you in such a hurry to call me here?"

At six o'clock in the evening, Qiao Linlin drove to the door of Song Feng's clinic.