Urban ancient fairy doctor

Amidst everyone's envious eyes, Ye Bufan waved his hand: "Since I have already priced one thousand high-grade spiritual stones, I will not charge more."

Zhang Xiaoyu saw that he really refused to accept him, so he thanked him repeatedly and left the ancient medical clinic.

As soon as he left, the crowd around him became noisy again.

"Why can't I understand this little doctor? Does he love money or not?"

"Yes, since you don't value money so much, why do you set the price so high? But if you love money, why don't you want the two thousand high-grade spiritual stones delivered to your door?"

"What do you know? Didn't they say that? This is a clearly marked price, and those who are willing will take the bait..."

Amid the discussion, a tall middle-aged man walked in from outside the crowd.

This man is also a cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Void Refining Realm, but there is an unhealthy paleness on his face.

He looked at Ye Bufan, his eyes full of excitement and desire.

"Can the little miracle doctor diagnose and treat me?"

Jiang Fangzhou pointed to the notice next to him and said, "Of course, the consultation fee is one thousand high-grade spiritual stones."

Since the rules are set, they cannot be changed casually. Otherwise, with the medical skills Ye Bufan just demonstrated, I am afraid that the threshold here will be broken by everyone present, and the previously expected effect will not be achieved.

"Can."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he flipped his wrist, and a pile of spiritual stones appeared in the lobby of the medical center. Suddenly, spiritual energy overflowed, and it turned out to be a thousand high-grade spiritual stones.

After Jiang Fangzhou finished counting the spiritual stones, he went directly to the clinic table and stretched out his left hand.

"Little miracle doctor, please give me a diagnosis and treatment."

Ye Bufan reached out and touched his pulse, then took it back after a moment.

The middle-aged man asked nervously: "Little miracle doctor, what do you think of my condition?"

"You're not sick, you're suffering from an internal injury."

Ye Bufan could naturally see that this middle-aged man did not trust him 100%, and now he was also testing his medical skills.

"You caused the internal injuries yourself. Three years ago, you were eager to break through the bottleneck of the integration stage and blindly took some kind of elixir.

As a result, haste makes waste, and instead of failing to break through, three meridians in the body were injured.

Not only can I no longer make any progress in my cultivation, my chest will hurt when it rains, and my true energy will sometimes flow in the opposite direction..."

As Ye Bufan talked, the middle-aged man's eyes grew wider and wider, with a completely dumbfounded expression.

He had been watching the excitement outside the crowd and witnessed it with his own eyes

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After seeing Ye Bufan diagnose and treat Zhang Xiaoyu, he stepped forward to treat Zhang Xiaoyu.

But even so, he didn't have 100% trust. Just because a doctor could cure one patient didn't mean he could cure the second patient.

But now after listening to what the other party said, it turned out to be exactly the same as his personal experience. Even the time when the breakthrough failed was the same.

"A miracle doctor, really a miracle doctor!"

After coming back to his senses, he was extremely excited, "Little miracle doctor, it's really like this. I got a red jade fruit three years ago.

But because he couldn't find a suitable alchemist and was eager to break through the integration stage, he swallowed it directly.

It turned out that the medicinal properties of the ruby ​​red fruit were too strong. Instead of helping me break through, it actually destroyed three meridians..."

After repeating his illness, the middle-aged man asked again: "Little miracle doctor, can my injury be cured?"

At this moment, his face was full of urgency. After all, diagnosis is one thing, but whether it can be cured is another.

Over the years, he had seen countless famous doctors, but they were all helpless.

"Of course it can be cured. I can cure your disease by accepting your money."

Ye Bufan asked the middle-aged man to sit cross-legged on the bed next to him, and then began to use Huitian acupuncture to treat the disease.

With his current medical skills, it was not too difficult to repair the three damaged meridians. After about a quarter of an hour, the paleness on the middle-aged man's face was wiped away, and instead there was a touch of rosy color.

"Okay, how about you feel it?"

As Ye Bufan spoke, he stretched out his hand, and dozens of silver needles returned to his palm.

"It's amazing! It's really amazing! My internal injuries are really healed!"

The middle-aged man's face was full of excitement. For the past three years, he thought he was useless, but he didn't expect that his injuries would be repaired again today.

For cultivators, this is simply a second rebirth.

"Don't worry, I'll help you again."

What Ye Bufan wants now is to quickly increase his fame, and naturally he wants to maximize the treatment effect.

Ask the opponent to sit cross-legged again, and then hit the bottleneck in the integration stage.

Although the middle-aged man didn't understand his intention, he still followed the instructions and started to use his power to pass the level.

Under the gaze of everyone, as time went by, his aura became stronger and stronger, but in the end, he was just a little bit short and could not take the last step.

At this moment, Ye Bufan suddenly struck like lightning, and a silver needle pierced the middle-aged man's dantian.

After the silver needle was pierced, the zhenqi in the Dantian instantly became much stronger. This increase would not be considered normal.

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What, but now is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The middle-aged man's ears heard a clicking sound like a cracking eggshell, and then his aura suddenly increased, reaching the integration stage in one fell swoop.

"I succeeded, I actually made a breakthrough!"

The middle-aged man jumped up, as excited as a child.

Having been troubled by the injury for so long, not only has the internal injury recovered, but he has also fulfilled his long-cherished wish that he had not completed for many years and became a strong man in the integration stage.

"Dr. Ye, thank you, thank you so much!"

The middle-aged man knelt down in the medical center with a plop and kept kowtowing to Ye Bufan.

The onlookers also exploded instantly. After all, this kind of therapeutic effect is really incredible.

"A miracle doctor! He really is a miracle doctor! Not only can he cure diseases, but he can also help people improve their cultivation..."

"These thousand high-grade spiritual stones are really worth it. It's a huge profit..."

"What kind of medical skill is this? It's simply magical..."

A smile formed on Ye Bufan's lips. This was what he wanted now.

The media in Kunlun Continent is underdeveloped, and only if it has a huge influence can it reach Situ Dianmo's ears.

He stretched out his hand to help the middle-aged man, who left the hospital after thanking him profusely.

He had just left when a tall and thin man appeared in front of the medical center, wearing a gray robe and carrying a long sword on his back.

This man has a stern look on his face, his triangular eyes are ruthless, and his aura is even more powerful. He is already a strong man in the late stage of integration.

The most striking thing is that his left sleeve is empty, apparently without an arm.

After seeing him appear, the crowd let out a burst of exclamations, and then everyone watching the excitement stepped back to make way for a wide road, obviously extremely afraid of this man.

"Isn't this the one-armed broken sword Liu Wuyang? Why is he here?"

"It's over, once this guy comes, the little miracle doctor will definitely be in trouble, and he will definitely be ripped off..."

"Speak softly, it will be troublesome if you are heard..."

There were whispers in the crowd, and people kept their voices low, but Ye Bufan was so mentally powerful that he could still hear them clearly.

It was easy to deduce from the crowd's comments that this guy was definitely not a kind person and was looking for trouble.

Then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. No matter who came, as long as it could help him improve his reputation.