Chapter 387

Wang Haoran was blowing the wind on the roof, looking down at the surrounding night scene from a high position.

At this time, Feng Rao had already left for several minutes.

Wang Haoran looked at his tired hand, and couldn't help but sighed.

She thought to herself, try not to be alone with Feng Rao in the future.

This time, it was my hands that were tired, but it might not be the case next time.

Wang Haoran continued to blow the wind for a while, also left the rooftop, walked down the corridor, and soon reached the floor of Yan Yuntian's ward.

And just as the footsteps landed on the floor of the corridor on this floor, a figure came out from behind the door of the bathroom not far away.

It was Yun Churan.

However, after Yun Churan just glanced at Wang Haoran indifferently, he prepared to go back to Yan Yuntian's ward on his own.

Wang Haoran walked faster, chased after her, and walked side by side with her.

"Even important matters of marriage have to be dominated by others, do you think this is a kind of sadness?" Wang Haoran's words clearly meant something.

After Yun Churan heard it, he paused for a moment, and then continued to move forward. At the same time, he also said aloud:

"Yanyun Tiangui is the young master of Fengxi Mountain, and he is also very good, so he is a good match. Why should I feel sad?"

In the ward just now, she had already seen that Wang Haoran and Yan Yuntian were at odds. It can be completely guessed that Wang Haoran is trying to destroy his relationship with Yan Yuntian. And as Yan Yuntian's fiancée, she naturally stood on Yan Yuntian's side to speak for him.

"It may be true that Yan Yuntian is excellent, but he can't give you happiness." Wang Haoran said meaningfully.

Yun Churan didn't care about the so-called happiness at all, because she didn't like Yan Yuntian at all. But in terms of standpoint, it cannot be said that way, so he said:

"You don't need to worry about it, I will be very happy."

"It seems that you have misunderstood the meaning of my words. What I'm talking about is the nature of character." Wang Haoran tilted his head and smiled at her.

Yun Churan was startled, and then he became annoyed, "You disciple, keep talking nonsense, be careful that I'm not polite to you."

"I'm kindly reminding you, don't believe me, otherwise when you really get married, it will be too late to regret it." Wang Haoran looked like a good old man.

"Nonsense." Yun Churan only thought he was talking nonsense. After dropping these four words, he also lost the desire to talk to Wang Haoran, so he quickened his pace and walked forward, and soon walked into Yan Yuntian's ward.

Wang Haoran smiled strangely, and followed slowly.

"It's getting late, do you want to go back and rest?" Seeing Wang Haoran's return, Feng Xuansu stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, wait a little longer." Wang Haoran smiled. There will be a good show coming soon, wouldn't it be a pity to leave now?

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yu Ning invited Bian Su here.

Yan Feipeng and Feng Rao stepped forward and greeted each other kindly.

Bian Su responded politely, then turned his gaze to look at Wang Haoran in the room, but he didn't go over to say hello.

Because the two of them passed Qi before, they had to pretend not to be familiar with each other.

"Genius doctor, here is my son's examination report and the judgment of his injury, do you want to have a look at it?" Yan Feipeng handed over a stack of papers and films for Bian Suwen to look at.

After Bian Su asked about it, Xiu Mei frowned and his face sank slightly.

After Yan Feipeng saw it, he felt nervous, and quickly asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Master Ling's injury is very serious." Bian Su asked Su Rong.

"I heard from the doctor at the hospital that after a few months of recuperation, you can move freely. How could it be serious?" Yan Feipeng wondered.

"If you just want to move freely, then of course it's not serious. But if you recover your former martial strength after recuperating, then..." Bian Su asked hesitantly.

When Yan Yuntian heard this, he immediately panicked, "Genius doctor, do you mean that these injuries will affect my martial arts cultivation?"

"Yes, after you recover from your injury, I guess only 30% of your cultivation will be left." Bian Su asked seriously.

When Yan Yuntian heard this, his pale face due to serious injuries turned a little pale again.

Because of the hidden illness, his cultivation base has stagnated, and he was humiliated by Ning Aoxue last time.

But even so, with Yan Yuntian's cultivation, he can still be regarded as one of the few martial arts geniuses in the hidden world.

But if you subtract 70% from this basis, you will become a mediocre person.

This was something Yan Yuntian could not accept no matter what.

"Can it be treated?" Yan Yuntian asked anxiously.

"But it is possible, but..." Bian Suwen stopped in the middle of speaking.

Yan Yuntian was almost dying of anxiety.

"Genius doctor, you can speak directly if you have something to say." Yan Feipeng said beside him.

"It's like this. To heal Young Master Ling's injury, you need several medicinal materials that are rare in the world, and these medicinal materials are handed down from the Yixian Valley." Bian Suwen hinted.

Yan Feipeng understood, and said with great wealth: "You can open the price."

Hearing this, Bian Suwen stretched out a finger.

"100 million? Okay, no problem." Yan Feipeng readily agreed.

Although the 100 million consultation fee is high, it is nothing to him.

However, Bian Suwen shook his head at him.

"One billion?" Yan Feipeng frowned slightly.

Bian Suwen shook his head again.

"Ten billion is too high." Yan Feipeng was very dissatisfied.

"It's 100 billion." Seeing that he had guessed a few times but failed to guess, Bian Suwen said it directly.

"100 billion?!" Yan Feipeng's old face twitched.

"That's right, 100 billion, not even a cent less." Bian Su asked with a look that was completely non-negotiable.

Yan Feipeng hesitated.

Although he can get 100 billion, it is undoubtedly more painful than cutting flesh.

Seeing that Yan Feipeng didn't respond for a long time, Bian Su asked: "I'm not the only genius doctor in this world, you can also hire someone else."

After all, he pretended to leave.

Feng Rao was afraid that Wang Haoran would be unhappy, so she chose not to say a word when it came to treating Yan Yuntian.

"Wait a minute." Yan Feipeng stopped her.

In today's hidden world, the doctor who seeks medical treatment in the Immortal Valley is the most famous, with the most profound medical skills. And Bian Su asked, as the owner of the Immortal Medicine Valley, is there anyone in the world with more profound medical skills than her?

If you don't seek treatment from her, who else can you seek?

"One hundred billion is one hundred billion, but I don't have cash flow, so I have to use assets to pay for it." Yan Feipeng said.

"No problem." Bian Suwen stopped and turned around, said with a smile, then walked to the bed, and said to Yan Yuntian:

"I need to examine it in detail to learn more about your condition."

Yan Yuntian nodded, and said to Yan Feipeng: "Father, you all avoid it for a while."

With a guilty conscience, he was afraid that he would be found to have a hidden disease, so he naturally wanted to dismiss everyone and spend time with Bian Suwen alone.

"There's no need to avoid it, I'll use the silk thread to diagnose the pulse." While speaking, Bian Suwen took out the tools he brought and sat down on the stool beside the bed.

With a flick of his fingers, the silk thread flew out and wrapped around Yan Yuntian's wrist.

Bian Suwen closed his eyes slightly, pressed his pale fingers into the silk thread, and felt it carefully.

Tens of seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes with a dignified expression.

Yan Yuntian suddenly had a bad premonition, and hurriedly said: "Genius doctor, if you have anything to say, you can just tell me alone!"

"Genius doctor, it's okay to say something!" Yan Feipeng cared about his son and wanted to know urgently.

"How is my fiancé's condition?" Yun Churan also asked with concern.