Chapter 46 What a Miracle Doctor!

Fan Hun was like a fool, shaking his head, and burst into tears, "Dad, my dear dad, you can't abandon your son. If you die, what will happen to your son?

I've made up my mind to introduce you to Miss Yexiang from Zuixianglou. She's amazing and can do it for you without you having to put in any effort. If you die, you won't be able to enjoy this wonderful thing!"

"You bastard son, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mrs. Fan glared at him fiercely and muttered, "Your father is about to die, and you are still talking nonsense. You are making your father die with regrets!"

"Master, I have followed you for half my life. I never thought you would leave first. But you can go without worry. I am here. I will take good care of the Madam. Master, even if you want to have more sons, I will do it for you."

Shi Taishou was in tears, but he was very happy in his heart.

As long as this old man dies, he can find some beautiful girls to please his silly son, and then he can have the final say in the Fan Mansion.

The more I thought about it, the more beautiful it became. I almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Fan Tong was so annoyed by them that he almost died of anger. He glared at them.

"I haven't even breathed my last yet, and you're already howling! Shut up!"

The crying stopped abruptly, and Mrs. Fan wiped her tears. "Miss Chen, what disease did my master have? Can it be cured?"

Chen Qingqing shook her head and sighed, she began to make up a story, "Madam Fan, to tell you the truth, your master's illness was indeed caused by the wind.

But this isn't just any wind, it's an evil wind. This disease is extremely rare, and the ancients called it the rotten navel disease."

"What? A rotten navel?" Mrs. Fan was frightened and at a loss. "Miss Chen, what kind of disease is this?"

Chen Qingqing's face was solemn. "The navel is the root of the five internal organs, the root of the vital energy returning to the organs, connecting to the mind and spirit above and the kidney essence below. It is the door to life. Your master's illness will first itch, then hurt, and finally ulcerate. If it rots to the point that the abdomen bursts and the intestines leak out, he will die completely."

Fan Tong was terrified. He had a wealthy family and many wives and concubines. He had not yet enjoyed enough of the prosperity of this world. It would be a pity if he died like this.

He fell off the bed with a thud, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Miss Chen, please save me, I don't want to die!"

Chen Qingqing almost burst out laughing when she saw this, but she suppressed her smile and pretended to be surprised, "Master Fan, what are you doing? No need to kowtow, get up quickly."

Shi Taishou stepped forward and pulled Fan Tong up. "Master, don't be afraid. Since Miss Chen can diagnose the cause of the disease, she must have a cure. She will definitely not ignore you."

Fan Tong's calves were cramping and he was about to wet his pants. He asked with trembling lips, "Miss Chen, is there any cure for my illness?"

Seeing that he was shaking like a sieve and his face was pale, Chen Qingqing was afraid that if she continued talking, she would scare him to death.

Then he said seriously, "Don't worry, Master Fan. It's your good fortune to meet me. No one else can cure your illness. But if you want to survive, you must suffer a little."

Fan Tong nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay, okay, everything is up to you, Miss Chen. As long as I don't die, I'll even eat shit."

"I wouldn't say you're going to eat shit." Chen Qingqing smiled and took out a silver needle from her tool bag, gesturing up and down for a while, "I have to give you acupuncture."

Looking at the silver needle that was more than half a foot long, Fan Tong's throat went dry. "Miss Chen, do you mean to use this to pierce my belly button?"

"Yes, that's right."

"No, no, no, I can't. I've been afraid of needles since I was a child. I'm terrified of anything with sharp points and thorns. If this gets stuck in my stomach, it's going to hurt like hell!"

Chen Qingqing looked disgusted and said, "If there is another way to catch lice for you, I won't use silver needles."

She snorted coldly, "Since you are fainted by the needle, there is nothing I can do."

Fan Hun stamped his feet anxiously, "Dad, your intestines and stomach are almost rotten, and you are still afraid of this and that. It's just a few stabs, right? Just think of it as your lover biting you a few times."

"You little bastard, how can this thing be compared to that? You really are talking without any pain in your back." Fan Tongyi had a tearful face. "Miss Chen, then please insert the needle slowly. I'm really afraid of the pain."

"If you want to be treated, lie down quickly." Chen Qingqing warned with a serious face, "When I'm giving you acupuncture, you must not move. If the needle goes astray, you might die on the spot."

"Okay, I promise not to move." Fan Tong lay on the bed with cold sweat on his forehead.

Chen Qingqing was no longer cautious and directly inserted the tweezers.

She was about to prick the lice with a silver needle, but stopped. She looked around and saw Mrs. Fan and others standing beside her. She muttered to herself that she couldn't let these people watch. If they found out that it was the lice that were causing the trouble, she would have no way to explain it.

She threatened, "All of you please stand back to avoid getting hurt when I give you the acupuncture."

"Okay, let's stay away from it." Several people were frightened by the long silver needle and retreated one after another.

Chen Qingqing then used a silver needle to prick the lice, thinking as she went along.

Mr. Fan is not a good person. If I cure his itching easily, what if he becomes a rogue and refuses to pay?

After all, evil people have no bottom line. As the saying goes, you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be on guard against others.

We must not be lenient when dealing with such evil people. Why not...

Having made up her mind, she used a silver needle to prick out most of the lice, deliberately leaving a few fatter ones.

Then he put away his tools and said to Fan Tong, who was lying on the bed, "Get up, Master Fan. How do you feel?"

"Is it over already? Why doesn't it hurt?" Fan Tong was a little bit incredulous. He stood up from the bed and took two steps, then touched his belly with his hand. "It doesn't itch anymore. I'm cured."

Mrs. Fan hurried forward, looking surprised, "Master, are you really cured?"

"It's gone. The itching isn't happening anymore." Fan Tong grinned happily, "Miss Chen is truly a miracle doctor. I never thought a few injections could cure an illness. If I had known this, I wouldn't have consulted those quacks. I've spent a lot of money, but the illness hasn't been cured. I've even had to spend a fortune posting notices. I'm really getting more and more confused as I get older."

He felt a little regretful and began to feel bad about the money.

Chen Qingqing smiled coldly, "Master Fan, don't be too happy too soon. Your illness is a chronic disease and it won't be cured overnight."

Fan Tong was stunned. "Miss Chen, are you saying that I'm not well yet?"

Chen Qingqing nodded. "Yes, if you want to fully recover, you must have acupuncture every three days, a total of three times."

"Okay, okay, it's just a procedure every three days. That's easy. I'll just ask someone to invite Miss Chen."

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