Ji Zhi looked up at the sun and said, "Brother, why are you so weak?"

The nouveau riche, his voice trembling with tears, said, "I...I don't know either."

He knelt down before Zhang Fan: "Miracle Doctor, please, I really have no other way."

Zhang Fan: "Let's go somewhere else."

In the teahouse next to the antique street.

The nouveau riche held the teapot, pouring tea with trembling hands, spilling a lot of water as he did so.

Ji Zhi couldn't help but snatch it away: "Let me do it."

The moment his hand touched the nouveau riche, it felt like touching a block of ice, making him hiss in shock.

The nouveau riche said helplessly, "I'm sorry."

Zhang Fan: "Let me take your pulse first."

The nouveau riche placed his hand on the table, and Zhang Fan took his pulse, understanding the situation immediately.

"You have an extreme cold syndrome, which you were born with. However, since you are a young man, it didn't show up before. But later, you indulged in alcohol and sex for a long time, which depleted your remaining yang energy."

“Just three months ago, you fell seriously ill, and afterwards you became a little sensitive to cold, but you didn’t take it seriously and continued to indulge in alcohol and sex. Now the coldness is like a maggot clinging to your bones, and has penetrated deep into your marrow.”

The nouveau riche was deathly pale and completely disoriented: "Miracle doctor, you're right. I was wrong. I shouldn't have disbelieved you before. Please, please save me. I'm the only son in my family. If I die, my father will definitely not survive."

He has been prone to catching colds since he was a child, and he gets chills whenever he catches a cold. It is said that his mother also has this condition. He thought it was hereditary and did not pay much attention to it.

After seeing Zhang Fan last time, he went out to drink ice-cold beer with his friends and got completely drunk. When he woke up, he was extremely sensitive to the cold. He soaked in hot water at home every day until his skin turned red, but he still didn't feel any warmth.

He saw many doctors, who all said he had caught a cold and prescribed medicine to dispel the cold, but it not only didn't work, it made him feel worse.

He thought of Zhang Fan, whom he had met on the antique street, but after asking everyone who came to the antique street, no one knew Zhang Fan.

He lives in regret and fear every day, wishing he could travel back in time and slap himself for deleting the number.

Zhang Fan shook his head: "Now is not the time."

The nouveau riche turned pale, knelt down at Zhang Fan's feet with a thud, grabbed Zhang Fan's leg, and kept begging for mercy.

“Miracle doctor, I knew you must have a solution. None of the other doctors could diagnose my illness, but you were the only one who could. You must be a modern-day Hua Tuo.”

“I regretted deleting your number last time. I even checked the surveillance footage to see what number you saved for me, but the resolution was too low to see clearly. So I’ve been waiting here every day, hoping to see you.”

His tone was sincere, and he was still young; Zhang Fan felt that he really shouldn't have died so young.

Zhang Fan interrupted the nouveau riche: "Now is not the time. Extreme cold syndrome can only be treated when it is hottest, so that the cold toxins can be forced out."

As the nouveau riche spoke, his breath was still emanating cold air, as if it were winter.

He was trembling and asked anxiously, "When?"

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky and slowly replied, "Noon. I need a rock big enough for a person to lie on, and the rock must be exposed to the sun."

Nouveau riche: "I have one at home."

Noon had passed, and Zhang Fan infused a wisp of spiritual energy into the nouveau riche's meridians to protect them and prevent him from freezing to death by the cold poison.

The nouveau riche only saw Zhang Fan tap his arm a few times, and the spot instantly warmed up, followed by a warm current flowing through his body with his blood circulation.

He actually felt feverish, took off the mink coat, and his lips, which had turned purple from the cold, gradually regained their color.

"Miracle doctor, I can actually feel hot!" The nouveau riche was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes; he hadn't felt any temperature in a long time.

He firmly believes that this time his illness will definitely be cured.

Zhang Fan arranged a meeting with the nouveau riche, who, wanting to curry favor with Zhang Fan, decided to teach Shen Ping a lesson.

Zhang Fan glanced around the antique street, but didn't see anything that could absorb spiritual energy, so he lost interest.

It was still early, and Zhang Fan thought of the message Bai Rou'er had sent him.

Every night, Bai Rou'er would send him a message, expressing her longing and pain.

Zhang Fan felt that if he didn't go see her soon, she would eventually become a resentful woman confined to her chambers.

Since he had nothing else to do today, Zhang Fan planned to visit Bai Rou'er and buy some medicine while he was at it.

Zhang Fan originally planned to take a car there himself, but Ji Zhi said that he had received special permission from his boss to be Zhang Fan's driver.

Kelai Restaurant.

Knowing that Zhang Fan and Bai Rou'er, a young couple, had something to talk about, Ji Zhi tactfully waited in the car without getting out.

Zhang Fan walked to the hotel entrance. It wasn't dinner time yet, so there weren't many people around. The hotel staff were having a meeting inside.

Bai Rou'er was speaking with a serious expression, while the employees below all looked worried and were too scared to even breathe.

Bai Rou'er's voice was authoritative: "This matter concerns the future of our restaurant and is closely related to everyone's wages. I hope that the person who made the mistake will have the courage to stand up and take responsibility. I am willing to give you a chance to forgive you."

"If you feel embarrassed, you can talk to me privately. If no one admits it by tomorrow, then I will have no choice but to call the police, and things will get much bigger."

When Bai Rou'er saw Zhang Fan, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and the corners of her mouth almost couldn't be suppressed. She forced herself to remain serious and said, "You guys go ahead and get busy."

She looked around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she ran towards Zhang Fan like a little bird.

Bai Rou'er threw herself into Zhang Fan's arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his cheek, and said coquettishly, "I missed you so much, did you miss me too?"

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