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Chapter 6 Start doing good deeds now, is it too late?

In the main room, after taking the pulse, the doctor checked the sword wounds on Fan Laodao's arms and waist, and pierced one of the almost healed wounds with a silver needle. After pulling out the silver needle, he took out a wound from the medical box. In a sky-blue porcelain bottle, a little white medicinal powder was poured on the silver needle.

Seeing that the blood-stained silver needle instantly turned light blue, the doctor shook his head and sighed.

Fan Juran's heart fluttered, his face changed color, and he said urgently: "Brother Yao, I'm sorry that you are so scary, what kind of strange poison did I get, and you just said that there is still hope?"

Dr. Yao wiped the equipment clean with a handkerchief, and put everything back into the medical box.

"Fan Daoyou, to be honest, what you have is the rare 'Shadowless Water Poison', which has eroded into the meridians with the blood. Yao has limited cultivation and cannot help you get rid of the poison. We have been friends for many years, and we dare not prescribe prescriptions to fool you. You come to the 'Hong Medical Hall' tomorrow, and I will ask Mr. He to try it for you. This strange poison will kill you, and it will only slowly erode and destroy your cultivation."

Fan Juran, who heard the bad news, was stunned for a long time, his face was livid, he had heard of the name "Shadowless Water Poison".

He's so damn vicious, who wants to harm him?
It would be better to kill him than let him lose all his cultivation.

"Senior He please help, I don't know how to calculate the cost? Brother Yao, you also know that I can't keep Lingshi on hand. I have a temperament of spending one at a time. I'm very tight. You should reveal the truth first, so I can find a friend to help me out." .”

Seeing Dr. Yao carrying the suitcase and leaving, Fan Laodao cried poorly.

There is a prophecy passed down by old people in Fangshi: If you have anything, don’t have a strange disease, if you don’t have anything, don’t have a spiritual stone.

No matter how rich the family background is, he can't help tossing in the medical hall. He has no friendship with Senior He. He is worried that the spirit stone is gone and the poison is still in the body, so what a miserable word.

Dr. Yao stopped in his tracks, with a serious expression on his face, he couldn't tell whether it was indifference or perfunctory, and said: "Fan Daoyou, treat the poison as soon as possible, the poison will not reach the internal organs, and there is still a chance to get rid of it. You first prepare a thousand spirit stones, Mr. He is a foundation-builder. Master, it's not easy to get him to act, so hurry to the Hong Medical Hall before noon tomorrow, remember!"

Fan Laodao's mouth was full of bitterness, it's a bitch, this is targeting his family property, it's too ruthless.

He has worked hard for nearly a hundred years, and apart from buying this yard halfway up the mountain, this is all he has left.

He opened his mouth up and down, and the thousand spirit stones were gone.

A top-notch perfect maid only has five spirit stones. Of course, the calculation of the secular world is 5000 taels of silver, which is a jaw-dropping sky-high price.

Who said that the rules are different up and down the mountain, or 5000 taels of silver can buy a whole yard of maidservants in the secular world.

After seeing off Dr. Yao, Fan Laodao was not in the mood to talk to the approaching Chen Mou, and went back to his room to think about things.

What if you are depressed and unwilling?
This old life still needs to be saved, why don't you keep the spirit stone for others to spend, your own yard for others to live in, and your maidservant for others to sleep in? ...Ah bah, his brain didn't get sick or poisoned.

In the morning of the next day, Fan Laodao, who had recovered his smiling face, called Chen Mou to go to Fangshi. The trauma on his body had healed. On the way, he met a familiar monk, and the old Taoist stopped to laugh and chat.

Except for the matter of borrowing spirit stones, you can say anything stupid.

Danyang Fang has a radius of more than a hundred miles, and most of them have opened up neat spiritual fields, medicine gardens, and spiritual planting gardens.

The ten-mile-long strip in the middle is built into various styles of yards, caves, landscape attics, etc., for monks to rent or buy properties. The ten-mile-long mountain top is the real street shop.

This is the third time for Chen Mou to set foot on the bluestone-paved street. There are various shops lined up on both sides, with carved beams and painted buildings, which are antique. The street is very lively with people coming and going, but it will not be too noisy.

The two walked to a three-story wooden building with a "Foreign Affairs Square" plaque hanging in the middle of the market. Fan Juran signaled to wait for a while. He walked into the Foreign Affairs Square alone and went up to the second floor. He asked Deacon Dong to ask for three days off.

It is a rule in Fang City that patrol monks are meritorious in catching thieves, and those who are seriously injured can ask for leave.

Of course, the specific length of leave and the seriousness of the injury are determined by the deacon on duty.

Fan Juran would not come empty-handed. He took out a jug of high-quality spirit wine from his sleeve and put it on Deacon Dong's desk inadvertently. His approval for leave was signed by Deacon Dong on the spot, telling him to cultivate himself and put his health first.

After retiring and going downstairs, Fan Juran led Chen Mou to the Hong Medical Hall. A waiter in Tsing Yi greeted him, asked a few words, and led them to the consultation room of Dr. Yao on the second floor.

Dr. Yao told Chen Mou to wait in the room and led Fan Laodao to the third floor without any unnecessary nonsense.

Chen Mou was drinking a pot of tea made by his buddy. He was guessing that Mr. Fan might spend a lot of money this time. In the past few days, he would take a walk around the city to learn more about the situation, including Mr. Fan's reputation. .

About a quarter of an hour later, Dr. Yao and Fan Laodao returned with a worried face.

"Fan Daoyou, unless you can ask the senior Jindan to do it and pull it out at once, otherwise it's safe to divide the treatment several times. The price of the senior Jindan's action is not something you can afford. Why don't you go to other medical halls? "

Dr. Yao is used to seeing life and death, so he said it very lightly.

Wrinkles on Fan Laodao's face wrinkled and smiled: "I must believe you. We have been friends for many years, but... well, Senior He took several shots, can you remove the poison completely? Don't leave any residue, my body ...I can't help tossing."

Seeing that Fan Laodao did not avoid Chen Mou, Dr. Yao said in a voice transmission: "The shadowless water poison is extremely difficult to deal with. Lao Fan, I suggest you treat it three times first."

He didn't dare to guarantee that Master Uncle He would be able to completely remove the remaining poison if he took action, but after treatment, he would be able to live for a few more years for sure, even ants would cherish their lives, let alone monks?

Fan Laodao thought for a moment, then nodded: "That's the only way."

Heal three times, [-] a time, and it will cost [-] spirit stones to grab it clearly, and there is no guarantee of cure, it's really fucking black.

Going to other medical halls for treatment is even more worrying given his temperament, they are all guys who don't spit out their bones.

Casual cultivators have no status.

His status as a visiting monk is nothing in front of these forces and sects.

Walking out of Hong Medical Hall, Fan Laodao was silent and a little distracted. When meeting acquaintances on the street saying hello, he often had to call him a few times before he could react.

He fell into doubts about the past. Could it be that there were too many murders and evil deeds, and the karma was entangled, which led to this catastrophe?But how can he gain a foothold in Fangshi by doing things honestly?
After so many years in Fang City, it seems that it is very rare to see a casual cultivator die well.

Die dead, scattered scattered, friends changed crop after crop.

They're all bad guys.

Chen Mou accompanied Lao Dao wandering back and forth on the streets, he could not comfort the troubled Lao Dao.

It turned out that the old Taoist was poisoned, and the situation may not be optimistic.

"Let's go, go to the 'foreign affairs workshop' to get an identity for you, and you can rent a smaller yard in Fangshi. From now on, you can rent a few acres of spiritual land to plant, or go to other shops to do handyman, everything is up to you, scattered Xiu, it’s all slowly coming out.”

Fan Laodao said suddenly.

Chen Mou was stunned for a moment, the good thing came too suddenly, he bowed his hands to thank the old man who let go without mentioning any conditions.

There is no such thing as a free lunch in the world. Could it be that there is no cure for Fan Laodao?
"I will remember your kindness first, and repay it later."

"Forget it, don't mention it again."

Fan Laodao sighed, grinning forcedly, he started to do good deeds now, is there still time?

Walk forward with the brisk young man.

He is preoccupied.

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(End of this chapter)