The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 305
Chapter [-] Nanling President
After returning to Jinzhilin from Tiantang Company, Ye Fan wanted to take a lazy sleep, but there were too many patients, so he could only see a doctor to help.

This busy work lasted for a long time. Ye Fan drank a few sips of tea and never stopped until dusk to send away all the patients.

He was about to ask Sun Bufan to close the door, but he saw a man walking in quietly outside the door,

Tall and straight, with a thin face, and wearing a black hat.

Fairness is his biggest feature. His complexion is even fairer than Tang Qiqi's. Once you take a look at it, it's hard to forget it.

"Sir, are you seeing a doctor?"

Sun Bufan rubbed his head and greeted him with a smile: "Sit here."

The white man remained calm and calm, and did not respond to Sun Bufan's words, but turned Jin Zhilin around with his hands behind his back.

Then, his eyes fell on Ye Fan, he sized him up and walked over.

Sun Bufan wanted Ye Fan to rest: "Sir, my master is tired all day, why don't I show you first?"

The white man ignored it and sat down in front of Ye Fan, then stretched out his hand and said lightly, "Come here."

Sun Bufan wanted to say something, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop him.

"Okay, big brother, let me show you."

Although Ye Fan felt that this guy was a bit strange and gave off an indescribably feminine aura, he still respected the patient's privacy and was not too curious.

Ye Fan stretched out three fingers to touch the white man's inch-close ruler, and then he closed his eyes slightly.

In less than 30 seconds, Ye Fan opened his eyes in surprise, and took a look at the fair and clean man.

The white man didn't ask any questions, but just looked at Ye Fan with interest.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, but didn't say anything, but closed his eyes again, and took a deep breath.

Sun Bufan's heart skipped a beat, and there was an inexplicable seriousness on his face.

With Ye Fan's medical skills, taking the pulse for ten seconds can basically tell the illness, but today it is necessary to take the pulse twice.

This fair man's disease is a bit weird.

Another 30 seconds later, Ye Fan opened his eyes, retracted his fingers from the white man, then stood up, bowed his hands and said with a smile:

"It turns out that the seniors of the same path have arrived, so I'm sorry and disrespectful."

Sun Bufan was taken aback, what kind of senior?Is this fair man also a doctor?Are you here to kick the gym today?

"Little doctor, what do you mean?"

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the white man narrowed his eyes to conceal his surprise, and then smiled indifferently:
"I don't understand what you mean, please ask the little doctor to clarify."

He was still sitting on the chair: "What's wrong with me?"

"Senior's pulse is gentle, yin and yang complement each other, 60 years old, but the blood of a 30-year-old person, the body can be said to be in its prime."

Ye Fan looked at the fair man peacefully:

"If senior is not also a medical master, it is impossible to regulate the body so well."

"Furthermore, senior's Zhiyin mental method has been practiced to perfection. It not only repairs old injuries, but also strengthens the eight extraordinary meridians."

"No matter from the point of view of medicine or martial arts, seniors are my fellows."

Ye Fan smiled: "I just don't know, is the senior coming this time to make friends or kick out of restaurants?"

"Master, don't make a fuss, can you diagnose the heart method through pulse diagnosis?"

Sun Bufan couldn't help opening his mouth wide: "Are you joking with the patient?"

"Not only do I know that senior practiced the yin method, but I also know that he will lose his unique skill of 'twisting his fingers'."

Ye Fan stared at the white man's fingers, the fingertips without anything, which made him feel extremely dangerous.

Sun Bufan was completely dumbfounded.

The fair and clean man smiled softly: "Young hero."

In the next second, he leaned forward suddenly, and a violent breath was released instantly.

That kind of power and coercion that seemed to control the world suddenly gave Ye Fan a feeling of turbulent waves.

This is a world where white and clean men dominate life and death, and Ye Fan is just an ant in this world.

"What?"

Sun Bufan stepped forward subconsciously, but before he got close, the other party pointed and flew, and fell to the ground and groaned.

Ye Fan was shocked when he saw this, this guy is really powerful, but he has no grudge against him.

At the same time, an unprecedented excitement filled Ye Fan's body.

Instead of retreating, Ye Fan punched the opponent's chest like a javelin.

"Whoosh-"

The fair and clean man was still smiling and raised his left hand slightly.

A white and fleshy palm held Ye Fan's fist in an unremarkable way.

Ye Fan's eyelids twitched.

But, although fearless!
He will never underestimate any opponent, but he will never underestimate his own strength.

Without hesitation, he punched out.

When fists and palms intersected, there was a light slap, which seemed so low-key and gentle, and there was no earth-shattering domineering sound seeping out.

However, there was a strong wind in the void, and the clothes on the two of them rattled.

"Crack-"

At almost the same moment, the chairs Ye Fan and the white man were sitting on cracked into dozens of pieces.

The two separated.

Ye Fan retreated seven steps later, hit the wall, coughed, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.

The fair man also took two steps back, his eyes were filled with surprise.

It seems that he never thought that Ye Fan could accept this move. He originally imagined that Ye Fan would kneel down and spurt blood without hurting his muscles or bones.

He shows appreciation.

"Whoosh-"

At this moment, a black light flashed, quickly and ruthlessly, it directly hit the white man's throat.

Ye Fan subconsciously shouted: "Don't kill people."

The sword light froze, the speed slowed down, and the killing intent was reduced by three points.

Even so, the black light still carried a fierce aura.

Seeing this sword light, the white man's eyes reappeared in surprise, and then he pointed his finger.

"when!"

With a crisp sound, the black light was tapped by his finger, and it dissipated instantly without a trace, and Dugu Shang was sent flying by a burst of brute force.

Dugu Shang had no expression on his face, twisted in the air and landed twice, then stepped on the threshold with his left foot, stabilizing his body.

It's just that there are a few more cracks in the threshold.

The hand holding the black sword is still as steady as Mount Tai.

He wanted to strike again, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop him.

"Why are you hitting someone?"

Sun Bufan got up and yelled at the white man, "Are you here to kick the gym?"

"Hero boy, boy hero."

Ignoring Sun Bufan's yelling, the white and clean man stepped forward and looked at Ye Fan with a smile, "I never thought that this small medical center would be so hidden."

"Especially you, at this age, you are both excellent in medicine and martial arts, and you are not arrogant or impatient, which is commendable."

"No wonder Huang Feihu admires you so much."

"You are indeed a rare genius."

While speaking, with a wave of his left hand, his hostility and killing intent disappeared instantly, and he regained the femininity he had when he first appeared.

Ye Fan saw that the other party had no killing intent, and that the blow just now was just a test, so he stopped Sun Bufan from calling the police.

Dugu Shang also backed away, but still stared at the white man coldly, and shot with all his strength if something was wrong.

"Senior, do you know Brother Huang?"

Seeing Huang Feihu mentioned by the other party, Ye Fan looked at the white man and said:
"I don't know what the senior is here today?"

The opponent is stronger than Ye Fan imagined, at least stronger than the masters he met, but I really don't know the opponent, so I feel very puzzled.

"My intention is very simple."

The fair man put his hands on his back again, and his voice was thin and indifferent:
"First, I will give you a meeting gift. Jiang Hualong will come to trouble you soon."

Ye Fan's face changed slightly: "Is Jiang Hualong out of customs?"

The fair man didn't explain, he just said what he wanted to say:

"Second, see if your medical skills are as good as the legends say."

"Third, attack you and give Shen Qianshan some justice."

Shen Qianshan?
Ye Fan's expression changed: "Are you from the Shen family?"

The white man calmly expressed his intentions: "Fourth, end your grievances with the Wumeng."

"Break grudges?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes: "You and I will fight to the death?"

"Snapped--"

The white man raised one hand, and nailed a black wooden token into the wooden table. He turned and walked towards the door, without looking back:
"From now on, you are the president of Wumeng Nanling."

"Within three months, take over the Shen family with tokens, rectify the children, and wipe out all grievances between you and me..."

(End of this chapter)