Special Forces: I, Private! Destroy the Wolf Fang at the beginning

"Well, I won't sell it. Please prepare what I want according to the prescription as soon as possible."

Chen Fan said again.

"Hey, young man, don't make a decision so quickly."

"Do you think you have less money? Five million, five million is enough, right?"

The boss was a little anxious for a while and quickly increased the amount by two million.

He Chenguang's eyes widened, and he secretly tugged at the corner of Chen Fan's clothes and whispered: "Chen Fan, what kind of prescription do you have? He actually spent more than six million to buy it."

"It's nothing, just an ordinary prescription."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he stood up and looked at his boss.

"Boss, you don't need to tell me, I won't sell this prescription no matter how much it costs."

Facing the temptation of five million, Chen Fan remained unmoved.

"Well, young man, I'm not in a hurry to wait for your answer."

"This is my business card. If you want to sell it later, just call me. The price is not an issue."

"I will give you these medicinal materials at cost price without making you a penny."

"It's like making a friend. If you want to buy any medicinal materials in the future, just come to me."

Seeing Chen Fan's resolute attitude, the boss planned to retreat in order to advance.

Let's make some concessions first and establish a relationship with Chen Fan. The matter of buying the prescription will be easy to talk about later.

"Then I'd like to thank you boss."

Chen Fan was not polite and accepted it angrily.

Now that he and He Chenguang don't have any money, it's natural to save whatever they can.

After selling the needed medicinal materials, Chen Fan was not in a hurry to go back, but went to buy a tablet.

"Chen Fan, why did you buy a tablet?"

He Chenguang asked curiously.

"Make money."

Chen Fan answered.

“How to make money using a tablet?”

"Can you read novels?"

Chen Fan asked with a smile.

"Novel? Don't read it, that's what girls read."

He Chenguang shook his head and said.

In this world, novels are not popular, not many people write them, and most of them are novels written by women.

It’s not like in the previous life, with so many genres and so many hit novels.

This is why Chen Fan wants to make money by writing novels.

Think about popular novels such as "Douluo Dalu" and "Fight Breaking the Sphere" in previous lives.

Didn’t that book make a lot of money?

"In a few days, you will fall in love with reading novels."

Chen Fan said with a mysterious smile.

"Do you really want to write a novel? What kind of novel? Tell me the plot."

He Chenguang asked curiously.

"The secret must not be revealed. You will know in a few days."

Chen Fan gave up.

"Oh well."

He Chenguang wasn't interested at all, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The two people quickly returned home.

Chen Fan, with the help of Aunt Zhang, spent three days finally brewing the Jinyu Intermittent Cream.

He Chenguang looked at the dark ointment in Chen Fan's hand and asked with some disbelief.

"Sure."

Chen Fan answered.

"Come on then!"

He said it with such certainty that He Chenguang simply gave up.

Afterwards, He Chenguang put a layer of black ointment on Chen Fan's face and hands.

"Wow! Isn't this smell too strong?"

He Chenguang was almost nauseated by the smell of Chinese medicine.

"Bear it, it will hurt a little for a while, and it will be fine after you get over it."

After Chen Fan finished speaking, he lay down on the rocking chair, looking like he was enjoying himself very much.

"Apply ointment, it will hurt as much as possible."

He Chenguang imitated him and lay down unconcernedly.

After a few minutes, the ointment started to work.

It was a numbing feeling at first, and He Chenguang felt that his whole body was unbearable.

Slowly, I felt a tingling sensation, as if someone had brushed my hand with a small brush.

The pain gradually intensified, and He Chenguang was so painful that he broke into sweat.

"hiss--"

"Chen Fan, how long do I need to apply this ointment?"

He Chenguang gasped and gritted his teeth and asked.

"When the pain stops, it will be fine."

Chen Fan answered.

"Damn it, Chen Fan, don't you feel pain?"

He Chenguang looked at Chen Fan whose face was covered with paint and said in surprise.

"You have to endure the pain."

Chen Fan said.

In fact, Chen Fan was in terrible pain, but in order to return to normal, he had to grit his teeth and endure it.

The whole process lasted for a full hour, and the heartbreaking pain slowly faded away.

The clothes on Chen Fan and He Chenguang were all soaked with sweat.

"Is it, is it over?"

He Chenguang's lips turned white and he asked weakly.

"That's it."

Chen Fan stood up from the rocking chair and went to the bathroom to wash off the ointment on his face and hands.

Looking at my scarred face in the mirror, those scars seemed to have really faded.

"Huh? It feels a little smoother."

He Chenguang touched the palm of his hand and said to himself.

"This is the rehabilitation training plan I have formulated and will be implemented starting tomorrow."

Chen Fan said and sent a schedule to He Chenguang.

"Rehabilitation?"

He Chenguang opened it curiously.

"Fuck, get up at five in the morning and run fifteen kilometers!"

"I'll have breakfast and practice typing for an hour after I get back!"

"Run fifteen kilometers with a heavy load in the afternoon!"

"Practice your fighting skills tonight!"

"Chen Fan, do you want to work so hard?"

After seeing the plan clearly, He Chenguang opened his mouth in surprise.

"This is your rehab plan, this is mine."

Chen Fan said and sent another schedule.

"Aren't we two together? Why do we separate you and me?"

"Are you crazy?!"

"According to your plan, you will only have five hours of rest a day."

"With your body, why are you working so hard?"

"Is it possible that you still want to go back to be a special forces soldier?"

After seeing this watch, He Chenguang's eyes almost fell out.

"why not?"

Chen Fan raised his eyebrows and said.

"But your hands..."

He Chenguang hesitated to speak.

"He Chenguang, do you believe in miracles?"

This question immediately struck He Chenguang.

If he didn't believe in miracles, Chen Fan was indeed resurrected by a miracle.

But not all miracles can happen to him, right?

"In these three months, you can rest assured and leave yourself to me."

Chen Fan patted He Chenguang on the shoulder and said.

never mind!

Let’s treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor!

What if a miracle really happens?

He Chenguang struggled internally, but finally chose to believe Chen Fan.

So for more than a month, Chen Fan took He Chenguang to exercise together and applied Jinyu Intermittent Cream.

His physical fitness gradually increased from 50 to 100.

The injuries on his face and hands have also recovered by 50%, and the pitted scars have faded a lot, at least they don't look so hideous and terrifying.

It used to take more than an hour to type a thousand words on a notebook, but now it’s much faster.

As He Chenguang's injury was lighter, he naturally recovered faster than Chen Fan.

All the scars on the back of the hands have disappeared, and there are only a few large scars on the palms of the hands that have not yet healed.

Almost everything else has been watered down and can't even be seen without looking carefully.