Taoyuan Village Little Magician

Chapter 961 Will it cure the disease?
"What nonsense are you guys talking about? Not to mention that Buyun has already found someone who can save your young pavilion master, even if he doesn't, is it true that your young pavilion master's death is just what you want?"

Gao Tian Buyun could be silent, but Liu Yanran was not used to them at all, her words hit the nail on the head and hit the weak point of everyone present.

They can't bear the crime of making irresponsible remarks about the young cabinet master and wishing the young cabinet master to die.

"Yan Ran, you don't really think that you can cure the Young Pavilion Master with Zhang Fan's trash, do you?"

Suddenly, a sarcastic sneer sounded, and a young man walked out with a disdainful smile on his face.

Everyone looked at him in unison.

"Nangong Liuyun?"

Liu Yanran's face became even colder, she glanced at Nangong Liuyun, and said: "Why are you everywhere? Also, please don't call me Yanran, I don't know you that well, next time, don't blame me for being rude .”

For people like Nangong Liuyun, Liu Yanran didn't have a good face.

"Hmph! Ms. Liu, I can tell you that just now, I have gone to see the young pavilion master's condition. Even if Da Luo Jinxian descends to earth, it is impossible to cure him. You want to pin your hope on Zhang Fan. Come on, die this heart as soon as possible."

Nangong Liuyun glanced at Liu Yanran angrily, he could only change his address and snort coldly.

"If I'm trash, what are you? At the Chinese Medicine Ceremony, Ms. Liu gave you the chance to diagnose and treat me with poison, but you don't even have the ability to diagnose and treat, let alone cure. Aren't you worse than trash?"

At this time, Zhang Fan had also arrived. He stood at the back door of the classroom and asked aloud.

Nangong Liuyun, who originally regarded this matter as a thorn in his heart, was even more unfazed when Zhang Fan, the person involved, said it. Apart from a cold snort, he had no words to refute at all.

"By the way, there are also you disciples of the Qiyao Pavilion. There are so many people, and even your own young pavilion master can't heal well. What qualifications do you have to blame Gao Tian Buyun?"

"This should be a mentor, right? Look, what kind of things are taught here? Brothers of the same school, apart from ridiculing, they are making things worse. They can't even teach the most basic of being a human being. Can they still teach good medical skills?"

Nangong Liuyun shut up, but Zhang Fan didn't intend to stop. Anyway, he was destined to tear up his face with Qiyao Pavilion. No, after scolding Nangong Liuyun, Zhang Fan pointed his finger at the students in the classroom. Disciple and mentor on podium.

All of a sudden, the faces of all the disciples and mentors in the classroom turned blue and purple.

"Are you the miracle doctor Zhang invited by Gao Tian Buyun?"

The instructor who had been standing on the podium without speaking spoke, looked at Zhang Fan with unfriendly eyes and asked.

"Exactly."

Zhang Fan nodded arrogantly.

"Dare to claim to be a miracle doctor at a young age, in my opinion, it's nothing more than that."

The middle-aged instructor sneered, he didn't believe that a young man in his 20s could make great achievements in medical skills, Zhang Fan, nine times out of ten, is a bluffing liar.

"What? You want to teach me how to do things?"

Zhang Fan glanced playfully at the middle-aged mentor, and at some point there were three silver needles in his palm, and before Nangong Liuyun could react, they suddenly sank into his body.

"Zhang Fan, you lunatic, what do you want to do to me?"

Nangong Liuyun felt a stabbing pain in his body, roared angrily, and at the same time tried to take off the silver needle.

"Young Master Nangong, I advise you not to take this silver needle, otherwise, it won't be as simple as pain, but your life will be lost."

Zhang Fan said with a smile.

In a word, the movements of Nangong Liuyun's hands froze in fright, and he could only stare at Zhang Fan fiercely, and said angrily: "You dog, what do you want to do?"

"Don't do anything. Isn't this the instructor who wants to teach me how to do things? You must let me see his strength?"

As he said that, Zhang Fan also made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the middle-aged tutor could find a way to treat Nangong Liuyun.

"Humph! A little trick of carving insects."

Naturally, the middle-aged tutor was not intimidated, and the medical skills he learned were not for nothing, so he was naturally not afraid of Zhang Fan's provocation.

As he spoke, he grabbed Nangong Liuyun's wrist, ready to check his pulse.

"Ah... it hurts, it hurts, can you be a little bit less fucking?"

The piercing pain spread throughout the limbs at the moment when the middle-aged mentor clasped Nangong Liuyun's wrist, causing Nangong Liuyun to scream crazily.

"pain?"

The middle-aged instructor was stunned for a moment, he felt the pulse normally, and didn't use any force at all, how could it hurt?

"Do you fucking know how to cure illnesses?"

Nangong Liuyun stared angrily at the middle-aged mentor, he only felt countless small and dense steel needles piercing his wrist.

"Are you questioning me?"

The middle-aged mentor's expression darkened, and he gave Nangong Liuyun a dissatisfied look.

Immediately, he took off Nangong Liuyun's clothes and carefully checked where the needles fell.

"Tianmen, center, Lingtai, three unrelated acupoints."

The middle-aged instructor looked suspicious, he didn't understand the significance of Zhang Fan's three injections, and it was obvious that no symptoms could be detected by taking the pulse.

"What the hell did you do to him?"

Although the middle-aged mentor was very reluctant to bow his head to Zhang Fan, he really couldn't find out what was wrong with Nangong Liuyun.

"That's it?"

"Sure enough, you can't even teach the basic principles of life well, and it's normal to be poor in medical skills. Just like you, are you still qualified to educate me?"

Zhang Fan sneered and shook his head in disappointment.

The level of the instructor of Qiyao Pavilion is no more than that.

"Humph!"

His face was disgraced, but the middle-aged instructor had no way to refute, so he could only stare at Zhang Fan fiercely, and said, "It's just a crooked method."

"I don't have the skills to say that Zhang Miracle Doctor is crooked, it really embarrasses the Wonder Medicine Pavilion."

Liu Yanran wasn't used to her middle-aged mentor at all, she sneered unceremoniously.

The middle-aged tutor with a dull face had no reason to refute, so he could only shake his hands angrily, and then walked out of the classroom.

Anyway, Nangong Liuyun is not a disciple of Qiyao Pavilion, let alone his student, whether he can cure his illness is none of his business.

"Hey! You haven't treated me yet, why did you leave?"

"I'll tell you the fuck, I'm a closed disciple of Longshou. If you Qiyao Pavilion can't cure me, my master will definitely not let you go."

Nangong Liuyun was so angry that he roared impotently.

It's just that every time he stomped his foot, the piercing pain would spread all over his body, causing him to grin his teeth and cry out in pain.

"Dragon Hand's disciple?"

Hearing Nangong Liuyun's words, the middle-aged instructor stopped in his tracks, and then said coldly: "I never thought that Longshou would accept such a waste like you, you are really a person who lost the strange medicine pavilion."

Long Shou is a disciple of Qiyao Pavilion who has gone out, so how could he find trouble with his old club for a waste like Nangong Liuyun?

(End of this chapter)