Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 1099 It's simply hateful!

If Zhang Fan or any smart person stood aside and heard these words, they would have to give Nangong Liuyun a thumbs up.

It's a good move to retreat.

This is not.

Prince Lu, who was completely unaware that he had fallen into Nangong Liuyun's trap, snorted coldly with a look of disdain: "A country doctor, dare to fight this young master?"

"Today, I want him to show his true colors and charge you some interest first."

Prince Lu confidently assured.

In his eyes, Zhang Fan is just a country doctor, so what if he relies on the Gu family?

Even if Gu Weixiong was standing in front of him, he still had to respectfully call out Young Master Lu.

Zhang Fan, what is it?
"Everything depends on Lu Shao."

Nangong Liuyun pretended to be embarrassed, but in his heart, he had already sneered and sentenced Zhang Fan to death.

Can Zhang Fan still live a good life by offending the crown prince in Kyoto virtually?
of course.

Zhang Fan was completely unclear about the things that Nangong Liuyun and Prince Lu talked about.

Under the leadership of Gu Weixiong, Zhang Fan, Hong Tianhao, Xia Yuntian and the others found a random place to sit down.

Ten minutes later, figures came out of the main hall.

The leader was the old steward Cao Xuefeng of Ouyang Prince's Mansion, followed by a young man, a young girl, and a middle-aged man pushing an old man in a wheelchair.

The old man is the founder of the Ouyang family, Ouyang Mingxuan, the head of the capital city.

Pushing the wheelchair behind him was his son, Ouyang Wenbin, who is now the helm of the Ouyang family.

The last two youths were naturally Ouyang Mingxuan's grandson and granddaughter.

The name of the grandson is Ouyang Ruiming, and the name of the granddaughter is Ouyang Yingqiu.

This group of five represented the absolute power of the Ouyang family.

"Thank you all for taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to Prince Ouyang's Mansion today."

"Right now, Ouyang Mingxuan, the master of my palace, is seriously ill, and he has sought many famous doctors in China, but he couldn't get better treatment, which made the old master suffer from illness."

"I hope that in today's eight-party consultation, someone can treat the old Patriarch, and my Ouyang family can promise the doctor a request. As long as it does not violate the principles and bottom line of the Ouyang family, the Ouyang family will not refuse."

Cao Xuefeng stood at the front of the crowd and explained clearly the requirements and benefits.

Immediately.

The doctors who came to participate in the consultation were talking and excited.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Ouyang family's promise is worth a thousand dollars.

"Young Master Lu, you have a very good personal relationship with the young master of Ouyang's family. Have you ever heard of what kind of illness Ouyang Mingxuan is suffering from?"

As soon as Cao Xuefeng finished speaking, Nangong Liuyun asked impatiently.

The Chinese medicine practitioner looked at him from a distance, but he really didn't find out what kind of illness Ouyang Mingxuan was suffering from.

"It's not clear."

Prince Lu shook his head, and said thoughtfully: "I haven't had much contact with Rui Ming since Mr. Ouyang was seriously ill. Moreover, Rui Ming never mentioned his grandfather's illness to me."

Although Prince Lu really wanted to help Nangong Liuyun.

But he really didn't know about this.

"I see."

Nangong Liuyun nodded slightly.

Since even Prince Lu couldn't find out about Ouyang's condition, it means that no one can go through the back door.

but.

There are not a hundred doctors who come today, but there are eighty.

Cao Xuefeng can't let these doctors come forward one by one, can he?
How much time is this wasting?
"Ouyang's old Patriarch's illness has never been reported to the outside world. I invite you to come here today. Whether you can diagnose and treat it all depends on your strength."

Cao Xuefeng did not hesitate, and wrapped a red thread around Ouyang Mingxuan's wrist.

"The old Patriarch Ouyang will not answer any of your questions. This red thread is what everyone relies on to diagnose the pulse."

"Now, you can begin."

The moment Cao Xuefeng finished speaking, a doctor flew out the silver thread for pulse diagnosis and hooked it to the red thread on Ouyang Mingxuan's wrist.

Some people start, naturally, others are not far behind.

Physicians invited by various families, or physicians from some hidden ancient medical families, took action one after another, hooking the silver thread to the red line.

"Xiaofan, what do you say?"

The gazes of Gu Weixiong, Liu Sanzhen, Xia Yuntian, and Long Shou all fell on Zhang Fan.

"Old Liu, Old Xia, Senior Longshou, the three of you can try to make a diagnosis."

The moment Ouyang Mingxuan came out, Zhang Fan had already seen what kind of illness he was.

Suspension pulse diagnosis?

There is no use at all.

Moreover.

At this moment, eighty or ninety physicians are simultaneously announcing Xuansi's pulse diagnosis.

Who can guarantee that his silver thread must be diagnosed as Master Ouyang Mingxuan's pulse?
Everyone wants to get this promise from Ouyang's family, so how can no one do something about it?

It is no surprise that the Ouyang family's approach is really testing a doctor's skills.

Using this method to weed out a group of doctors with vain reputations can greatly increase the possibility of Ouyang Mingxuan being cured.

"That being the case, let's try it."

Liu Sanzhen was not ambiguous at all.

What Zhang Fan said was to let them try, which means that the possibility of diagnosing the disease is not high.

But give it a try, there is no harm in the end.

The three silver threads soon landed on the red line drawn by Ouyang Mingxuan's wrist.

natural.

The doctors from Nangong Liuyun and Guan's family, as well as the doctors invited by Tang Wansan, were no exception at this moment, they all hooked the silver needles to the red line on Ouyang Mingxuan's wrist.

The scene then quieted down.

The doctors present, or relying on their status as warriors, poured true energy into the silver needles, taking the opportunity to disrupt the diagnosis of other doctors.

Fortunately, many doctors are not weak, and their true energy can protect this silver thread that belongs to them.

On the contrary, Nangong Liuyun's complexion is a bit ugly at the moment.

His strength, in front of many old seniors, is really not enough, and the diagnosis is interrupted and disturbed again and again.

"Damn it, these people are simply hateful..."

Nangong Liuyun had a cold expression on his face, and howled furiously in his heart.

How could he be able to diagnose Ouyang Mingxuan's illness when the diagnosis was repeated over and over again?
of course.

While the doctors were nervously diagnosing the disease, the eyes of some big families' children or the head of the family were dangling around.

They are looking for talented people who may be attracted to them.

"Isn't that kid Zhang Fan? At the Chinese Medicine Ceremony held by the Han Family, he shined brilliantly, overwhelming all the contestants, even people from the Mysterious School and the Ancient Medicine Family were upstaged by him."

"Why don't you even bother to check the pulse right now?"

The person who said this was the president of Huaxia Medical Association, An Jianguo.

I saw Zhang Fan's demeanor at the Chinese Medicine Grand Ceremony held by the Han family before.

However, Zhang Fan's performance at this moment is completely different from before.

(End of this chapter)