my fairy maid

Chapter 260 Bright Eyes and White Teeth

Among the six people, almost all looked up and turned to look at Fan Jianqiang who walked in.

One of the men, about 35 years old, asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

Fan Jianqiang smiled and said: "I am a member of the inspection team that came to Sumali for food and medical aid. My name is Fan Jianqiang. I passed by here and saw our Chinese national flag hanging here, so I took the liberty to come and have a look."

The man took off his mask and smiled: "Welcome, I am a volunteer of Huaxia Hong Kong Volunteer Association. My name is Miao Zhenshan. You can call me Mike. Mr. Fan's Mandarin is very standard. Are you from the mainland?"

"Yes, I'm from Jiangbei."

At this time, a dull female voice came: "Mike, don't worry about talking, this child may not be able to survive."

Miao Zhenshan hurriedly put on the mask, and nodded apologetically to Fan Jianqiang.

Fan Qiangqiang hurriedly walked over, the scrawny black child looked up at Fan Qiangqiang weakly, showing his white teeth.

But immediately, the child twitched because of the pain from the wound on his stomach, and his smile disappeared.

Fan Qiangqiang saw a mass of blood and flesh on his stomach, and white pus came out of the wound, which was seriously infected by bacteria. If he didn't treat it in time, the wound suppurated and the bacteria invaded other organs...

Not to mention the poor medical conditions here, even in a serious hospital, it would be difficult to recover from such a situation.

A doctor shook his head and said, "Penicillin has already been administered, and antibacterial and anti-inflammatory drugs have also been used. There is no need for further treatment."

Miao Zhenshan sighed, took off his mask, and said, "Doctor Yue, go and tell the child's parents..."

Doctor Yue? !

Fan Jianqiang was taken aback for a moment, Doctor Yue?Yue Wanting?

A slender female doctor who was not too tall took off her mask, smiled sadly, bent down, touched the child's forehead with her hand, and said something in English softly.

The moment she took off the mask to reveal her face, Fan Qiangqiang felt amazed and beautiful!Delicate and delicate skin, fluffy temple hair, thick black eyebrows, black eyes that are as bright as ink, so delicate and vivid, so beautiful that it is indescribable.

The black child seemed to know that he would not survive, with a begging expression in his eyes, looking at the people in front of him one by one, and weakly shouted: "Help me...help me..."

The other female doctor rubbed her eyes with her hands, and walked out quickly, whimpering.

Everyone sighed, and Miao Zhenshan smiled wryly and said to Fan Jianqiang: "Our medical conditions are too bad, and many medicines are almost used up. Mr. Fan, did your delegation bring medicine with you?"

Fan Jianqiang said, "I'm just the first batch of people who came here to investigate."

Although there was a language barrier, the black child saw something in everyone's eyes, and his eyes changed from hope to despair.

Fan Qiangqiang gritted his teeth, stretched out his hand, held the child's skeleton-like hand, and said to Miao Zhenshan, "Mike, I have a little ancestral medicine, which may help this child, but I ask you all to go out. I don't want anyone to see my treatment."

Almost all eyes were on Fan Jianqiang, and Miao Zhenshan said in surprise, "An ancestral medicine? What is that?"

"This is my secret, Mike, please trust me and respect my **."

"This……"

"Get out quickly! Do you want to watch this child die?"

The beautiful Doctor Yue looked at Fan Jianqiang suspiciously, and Fan Jianqiang nodded at her with a serious expression.

Although Miao Zhenshan didn't believe in any ancestral secret recipes or miraculous medicines that could cure all diseases, but a dead horse is a living horse doctor. Maybe this Mr. Fan, who is too young, can really create miracles?

After everyone went out, Fan Qiangqiang smiled at the black child and muttered: "Little guy, you are lucky to meet me, you can't die, once I make a move, your little wound will be nothing." Ball ball."

While nagging, Fan Jianqiang pressed his hand on his injured area, and used the healing light and purification light at the same time!

Like a miracle, the wound on the child's stomach is slowly healing, and at the same time, the light of purification is also rapidly expelling the bacterial toxins in his body and internal organs. After 3 minutes, Fan Jianqiang heaved a sigh of relief and took a picture. Pat him on the head and said with a smile: "Okay, you can get up now, go out and scare them to death!"

The black child had never felt such a comfortable and warm feeling. Yiyi was speaking Sumari, sat up from the hospital bed, and touched his stomach in amazement. On the black skin, there was a layer of red and tender The new meat doesn't hurt anymore!

The black child was surprised and happy, got out of bed and knelt down to Fan Jianqiang, Yiyi was talking about something, Fan Qiangqiang said with a smile: "Go, go, scare them to death."

At the beginning, the female doctor who was the first to go out had told the child's parents the bad news in English. The mother was crying, but the child's father couldn't cry because he was hungry.

All the volunteers were outside the tent, trying to comfort them separately, but at this moment, the little boy just walked out, calling for his parents.

Everyone instantly petrified.

The parents of the child were not aware of the situation in front of them, but these volunteers from the Hong Kong Volunteer Association witnessed with their own eyes that the child could not be saved. The naked upper body and the festering wound on the belly had healed!

"My God, is this a miracle?" a volunteer asked in amazement.

"Mr. Fan, how did you do it?"

"Yes, Mr. Fan, what kind of ancestral magic medicine is that? Is it all right?"

The volunteers asked in a hurry, all of them with extremely shocked expressions.

"Mr. Fan, do you still have that medicine? Can you sell us some?" Miao Zhenshan asked excitedly.

"Uh, can you not think about my medicine? In fact, that medicine is very precious. Have you read those martial arts novels written by Master Jin Yong? The type of Jinchuang medicine has miraculous effects on wound healing. Seventy-seven forty-nine kinds of precious It takes 49 days to refine medicinal materials to refine only a few. Both money and time are very precious. I only have two or three, and I keep them for myself in case of emergencies. Just now I saw that the child was very pitiful, so I gave him one."

Hearing two 49, the volunteers were stupefied for a moment.

Suddenly, the bright-eyed and white-toothed Doctor Yue said, "It would be great if Mr. Fan's medicine could be mass-produced, and it would benefit the people."

Fan Qiangqiang said with a wry smile: "Everyone, do you have to force me to tell the truth? Is there any medicine in this world that can revive a dying person in just a few minutes? Even fake medicines dare not say that. What kind of words? This medicine also needs zhenqi to assist the treatment, so mass production is impossible."

"Infuriating?! Is it the true qi of martial arts masters in martial arts movies? Isn't that fictional?"

Now, these people are even more terrifying.

Fan Jianqiang shrugged his shoulders: "If it is fictional, can this child stand in front of you alive and kicking?"

At this time, the black child came over with his parents, and the family of three prostrated themselves on the ground, worshiping Fan Jianqiang and Yi Liwala.

"Get up, get up." Fan Jianqiang helped them up one by one.

After hearing the news, other black people gathered around and knelt down to Fan Jianqiang, begging him to treat them.

Fan Jianqiang has black lines all over his head.

"Where does your Hong Kong Volunteer Association get its funds from? Why don't you prepare more medicines?" Fan Jianqiang asked.

Miao Zhenshan smiled wryly: "Our funds come from donations. You may not understand how difficult it is to ask others to raise donations. Some rich people who are worth hundreds of millions, donating [-] to [-] yuan is like doing a great charity. , every time we ask Grandpa to tell the truth, it is very difficult to do..."

Fan Qiangqiang smiled and said, "Well, Mike, leave me your phone number and bank account number. Although I'm not a rich man, I still know some big money. I'll promote it to you and see how much money I can get. .”

Miao Zhenshan hastily took out his business card and handed it over with both hands: "It would be great if I could get help. I thank you on their behalf, Mr. Fan."

Fan Qiangqiang smiled and said, "You're welcome, I still have something to do, and I'm still waiting outside."