Chapter 12: Long Geyue

Chapter Twelve Dragon Song Moon

Ye Ziqin did not go to work in the company for three days, and the company was distracted. Most of the employees resigned. Ye Ziqin kept herself in the room all day long and did not go out. The food was delivered to the room by Wang's mother.

Zhuo Bufan knew that he couldn't help now, so he could only take care of his cultivation, but he made rapid progress and broke through the fourth level of Qi training.

On this day, he was just about to go to the drugstore to buy some medicinal materials to configure the Concentrating Pill for Ye Ziqin, when he just walked to the door of the store and suddenly saw a group of people gathered together.

"If you don't take it to the hospital, I'm afraid it won't work."

"Hurry up and hit 120!"

"Get out of the way, the doctor is here."

Zhuo Bufan stood outside and saw an old man lying on the ground in pain, holding his chest, gasping for breath, his chest was violently ups and downs, and his expression was very painful.

Originally, Zhuo Bufan didn't have much interest in this kind of fun, and he was not a great person, and he had to save people when he saw people. Everyone had his own destiny to comply with the destiny.

He was about to go directly to the drugstore to buy medicine, suddenly his eyes condensed, and he saw a familiar figure walking by the old man:

"Grandpa, hold on, I'll bring Dr. Liu over." The girl said anxiously, then turned her head and rushed to a young doctor in a white coat behind her and said, "Dr. Liu, please."

Dr. Liu immediately ordered the nurse next to him to take out the instrument, looked at the girl and said, "Miss Long, don't worry, I will heal the old man."

After speaking, I took the stethoscope and blood pressure tester and walked to the old man to start checking.

"Isn't this one of the school flowers of Golden State High School? One of the characters on Long Geyue campus, with outstanding temperament, beautiful and generous, and his deskmates often talk about this goddess secretly in front of him." Zhuo Bufan Surprised in my heart, the past emerges.

For beauties, boys in their teenage years always have some good feelings and will devote some attention to them.

At this time, Dr. Liu took off his stethoscope and frowned, "Miss Long, the old man's illness is very serious and he must go to the hospital for surgery."

Long Geyue listened anxiously, her eyebrows frowned, what grandpa hated most was surgery, but what else could be done now.

"Actually, I can cure it without surgery." An abrupt voice sounded, Long Geyue and Doctor Liu both raised their heads and looked at the young man in front of them.

Long Geyue frowned slightly when she looked at the boy who was about her age. If a white-haired old man uttered this sentence, there is still a certain degree of credibility, but the person in front of him is too young!

"Are you also a doctor?" Doctor Liu looked coldly at Zhuo Bufan, his eyes showing disdain.

"I am not a doctor." Zhuo Bufan shook his head.

Even he couldn't cure the old man's stubborn illness. Now a young man jumped out and said that he could cure the old man. Isn't this slap him in the face in person? Doctor Liu said in a cold voice, "Since you are not a doctor, you dare to speak wildly? If the best time for the operation is delayed, who will bear the responsibility."

"We, Dr. Liu, are a high-achieving student who graduated from California Medical University in Eagle Country. He has published many famous papers in the medical field. Dr. Liu has said that surgery is needed. How can you cure the patient?" The little nurse next to him said disdainfully. .

When Dr. Liu heard the nurse's words, he smiled triumphantly on his face and said: "Young people should not think that after reading a few books of medical skills, they think that they are a genius doctor. To be honest, I think Chinese medicine is useless at all.

Zhuo Bufan ignored them, and his eyes fell on Long Geyue. As for him, an ordinary alumnus, Long Geyue probably hadn’t reflected on him long ago, frowning and said, “Grandpa’s illness is an old one, it’s not a joke. Since you are not a doctor, you should not bother you anymore."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head. Since others thought it was unnecessary, why should he put his face on his cold buttocks with a warm face. He just turned around and was about to leave. He suddenly heard a violent cough, and the old man lying on the ground coughed up a large mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa, what's the matter with you, Brother Liang, hurry up and drive Grandpa to the hospital for surgery, it's too much to delay." Long Geyue quickly said to a man with short hair like a javelin.

The short-haired man nodded and was about to call, when suddenly he saw a dark shadow rushing to the old man's side, slapped his palms on the old man's chest, this man is Zhuo Bufan.

Long Geyue was stunned, Dr. Liu and the little nurse were stunned, and the onlookers next to him were stunned. Nima, is there such a way to save people?

These two palms actually went directly into the old man's body with aura, helping him to smooth the airway.

"Looking for death." The face of the short-haired delicate man changed drastically, and he swept his foot towards Zhuo Bufan's face.

Zhuo Bufan hurriedly blocked it with his hand, the opponent's strength was amazing, and his secret energy surged. He was actually a master, a few grades better than Yinhu.

Brother Liang didn't expect that Zhuo Bufan would actually block his leg whip. He was taken aback for a moment, and immediately deceived him. Zhuo Bufan couldn't really maimed someone, he could only resist appropriately.

Long Geyue hugged the old man and said emotionally: "Grandpa, what's the matter with you, grandpa..."

Doctor Liu and the little nurse looked pale. Both of them knew what Old Man Long was. If they were on a business trip, they wouldn't want to get mixed up.

"I, I'm all right." Suddenly the old man's face turned ruddy and said aloud.

Brother Liang, who was playing with Zhuo Bufan, heard the voice and hurriedly turned his head and ran in front of the old man and said: "Old man, are you all right?"

Long Aotian waved his hand: "The suffocation in his chest is gone. What about the expert just now?"

Expert?

Long Geyue and Brother Liang glanced at each other. Could it be that the two palms of the man just saved his grandfather, and when the two and the surrounding people reacted, there was still Zhuo Bufan's figure on the scene.

Doctor Liu did not react, and stammered: "Master, do you want to go to the hospital for surgery now?"

"No need for surgery." Long Aotian gave him a cold look.

Dr. Liu immediately lowered his head, not daring to speak.

Long Aotian ignored Doctor Liu and the little nurse, looked at Long Geyue and said, "We must find the expert just now, thank him for his life-saving grace."

Long Geyue bit her lip and nodded vigorously, then smiled bitterly: "Don't worry, grandpa, I will definitely find him."

On the other side, Zhuo Bufan sneaked away from the drug store, bought some medicinal materials, and went home to refine the Concentration Pill, and then diluted the pill in porridge for Wang Ma to give to Ziqin.

He continued to practice in the mountains and forests outside the villa, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth.

"Now if you want to quickly improve your strength, you only rely on breathing out aura, the progress is too slow, if you want to speed up, you need some medicinal aids, but it would cost a lot of money..."

Zhuo Bufan shook his head. After he came back from rebirth, he was indeed a little bit poor and white.

At night, he received a call from Jinhu as soon as he returned to the villa:

"Lao Yang has come back. God will host a banquet in Hongmen Building tomorrow and invite him to have dinner and talk about your affairs. You will come over at 8 o'clock tomorrow evening. God will do your best to you. You'd better think about whether to return to God. "

Zhuo Bufan frowned and said, "I will deal with my own affairs. As for God's favor, I will return it to him if I have the opportunity."

The Golden Tiger on the other end of the phone snorted coldly and hung up the phone directly.

At night Zhuo Bufan didn't sleep, but stayed in his room and continued to draw the talisman.