President Bingshan’s personal doctor

Chapter 940 Call me Master! (Second update)
  How could he not be afraid? That pale white color was not a normal color at all, and that kind of scary feeling even exuded a kind of coldness!
  The curator felt that his throat was stuck, he could not speak, and he was trembling with fear.

He turned around. Mei Sheng was also scared, but having seen it once, he was somewhat mentally prepared.

What's more, Su Han is still here, so he will definitely be fine!

"You are so brave, you dare to cause chaos in a place like this!"

Su Han scolded lightly, and the cultural relic suddenly trembled, and he rushed out suddenly. Before he could react, the copper coin ring on Su Han's finger flew out with a black light, instantly passing by, directly covering the glass window. No chance at all!
  "Boo--!"

There was a slight sound, as if a glass bubble had been broken in half, and the cultural relic instantly returned to calmness, sitting there quietly without any reaction.

And the black gas flashed past and dispersed throughout the museum in an instant.

"Shadow, eat clean. There won't be many opportunities like this next time."

As soon as Su Han finished speaking, there was a muffled sound in the air, like...a child acting coquettishly. The curator almost cried when he heard it.

"Pa-ta-!"

The lights came on again, and everyone felt a little more at ease.

At this moment, the curator dared to doubt Su Han, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said sarcastically: "Master Su, Master Su? That thing... what on earth is that thing?"

It was so terrifying. The pale light just now made the curator's heart skip a beat.

"Something that will kill you!"

Su Han wrote lightly.

The curator's body was like chaff, trembling, and his voice was trembling with fear: "Ah! Master Su! Master Su, you have to save me? You must save me!"

When he thought that he could only live for another month, the curator's face seemed to have aged by more than ten years in an instant.

Calling him Master, he completely believed it in his heart.

After seeing it with your own eyes, how can it be false? That kind of terrifying feeling, can it still be fake?
  "Director, I have told you that Mr. Su is not an ordinary person. He is a miracle doctor from the Chinese Medical Hall. If you don't believe it, you can go and ask in person," Mei Sheng followed, "Mr. Su is kind enough to help us, but you... …”

He shook his head, equally angry. If Su Han hadn't been willing to help, all of them might have been affected.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, I know I was wrong," the curator said hurriedly, "Master Su, please don't be angry. We old scholars have such bad tempers. I apologize to you. I apologize to you!"

The curator's Adam's apple slipped and he was so anxious that he almost cried.

He doesn't want to die.

Several security guards also looked at Su Han, their eyes full of prayers. They were soft-spoken and dared not say anything, but Su Han said that this unclean thing would affect everyone, and they had to be afraid.

"Director, I firmly believe that there is nothing wrong with science," Su Han said seriously, "but it is necessary to have a certain respect for this world, and it is even more necessary. Science cannot explain many things, right?"

The curator nodded sharply, like a chicken pecking at rice, and he didn't dare to say anything.

The copper coin ring on his finger trembled slightly, and Su Han knew clearly that the shadow was back.

"Okay, I have removed the unclean things in this museum, but the remaining ones on you will still need some time."

Su Han looked at everyone and said calmly, "Since I have taken action, I will naturally not let anything happen to you."

With Su Han's words, the curator and the others breathed a sigh of relief. “Master, you are truly a master!” The curator held his hands in hand, respectfully, “Thank you, Master Su. I’ve been offended so much before, and I really feel sorry for you. I hope you won’t take it to heart.”

Su Han nodded lightly: "Director, I need to decorate the museum, don't you have any objections?"

Thinking that all the water cups arranged by Su Han had been cleaned by himself, the curator looked a little embarrassed and said hurriedly: "No! No! Absolutely not. Master Su is doing it for everyone's benefit. It was my fault before. Su and I Master apologizes."

Where was the arrogance from before, he became extremely polite.

Su Han naturally wouldn't argue with the curator and didn't say much.

The shadow has cleaned up all those ghosts. There will be no unclean things in the museum in a short time, and the remaining ones on the curator and the others can be easily dealt with.

After using Yin Yang earth magic to clean it thoroughly, Su Han prescribed a few more medicines to calm them down.

"Go to the Chinese Medical Hall to get some medicine. You can boil it in a big pot and drink it as tea. You'll be fine in three days."

Su Han handed the prescription to the curator, who nodded immediately.

"Thank you, Master Su! Thank you, Master Su!"

He immediately and carefully handed the prescription to Mei Sheng, "Director Mei, I'll leave this matter to you. I can rest assured if you handle it!"

Knowing that Mei Sheng had a good relationship with Su Han, the curator became much more polite to Mei Sheng, not acting like a leader before.

Mei Sheng felt happy, but his face remained calm, and he became more and more grateful to Su Han.

"Okay, I'll do it right away."

"The requirements for light and air in this museum are higher. I have already arranged it. Curator, try to stay here as much as possible these days. Your body will recover faster."

Su Han glanced at the curator and said, "In addition, remember to take the medicine prescribed for you on time and in the right amount to eliminate your trouble this time."

The curator's face was full of gratitude and he nodded: "I really don't know how to thank Master Su for inviting me to sit in my office."

He stretched out his hand to invite him. If Su Han hadn't taken action, he might have only been able to live for a month.

As soon as Su Han took action, he could clearly feel that his body had changed, and most of the heavy fatigue disappeared almost in an instant!

What is this if not a master?
  How can I not be a master and have such ability?
  Fortunately, Master Su had a lot and didn't care about him, otherwise he would have...

"Okay, I still want to ask the curator about some things." Su Han was very interested in the origin of these cultural relics. Maybe it was related to the formation formulas in the Nine-Character Scripture. He couldn't help but be curious.

"Master Su is too polite. It's not a question of asking for advice. I know it, so I should tell Master Su." The curator smiled and immediately invited Su Han into the office.

The curator still seemed a little embarrassed even though he was politely making tea.

How could he not be nervous when facing such a Feng Shui master? The person sitting in front of him was an expert!

"Director, I am actually somewhat interested in the origins of these cultural relics. To be honest, these cultural relics have a trace of evil in them. If they are not properly controlled, they may cause big trouble."

Su Han took a sip of tea and went straight to the point, "I believe the curator has also seen that these cultural relics are very precious and are the treasures of our nation. They need to be handled carefully, otherwise they will become harmful things and have no choice but to be destroyed."

The curator's heart trembled, and he understood what Su Han meant. Cultural relics that can kill people are not just cultural relics!
  (End of this chapter)