"It's better to leave Mr. Li's illness to us. Feifei, you must be careful of those liars who are despicable and can only turn the other people around." Zhou Ji said sarcastically.

"he……"

Li Feifei wanted to explain, but Yan Ning closed the ancient books and stood up and said, "Then I ask Dr. Zhou Ji, Uncle Li's disease, do you know what the cause of the disease? How to treat it?"

Zhou Ji was speechless for a while, and he had no idea how to start Li Liguo's illness. Now he can only drive the most expensive glucose in the hospital to maintain his life.

He had no other way.

"If you can't cure him, please go out and don't disturb me." Yan Ning said coldly.

Zhou Ji heard the sound and was extremely angry, but he still had to pretend to be elegant in front of Li Feifei:

"You just want to cheat money when you say so much. I have some money here, so you can take it and leave quickly, don't delay me in treating patients."

Li Feifei looked at Yan Ning with some concern. She had no confidence in Yan Ning, only knowing that Yan Ning seemed to know how to acupuncture.

Now after Zhou Ji's reminder, he has also begun to feel a little suspicious.

Yan Ning noticed Li Feifei's eyes and felt a little unhappy. When he saw Zhou Ji's money in his hand again, he took it without hesitation and smiled:

"Then I will observe Dr. Zhou's opinion and see how you cured Mr. Li."

Yan Ning's name for Li Liguo changed from Uncle Li to Mr. Li. For some reason, such details made Li Feifei feel a little disappointed: Did he be angry with me? What should I do if he refused to save my father?

When Zhou Ji saw Yan Ning surrender and even took his money in a low voice, he immediately smiled and raised his head like a winner, but then he fell into an embarrassing situation: he came today just to exchange glucose for Li Liguo, and there was no way to cure him.

Yan Ning saw that Zhou Ji didn't speak for a long time, and then said to Feifei:

"School Beauty, since you asked me to treat your father, please believe me. If you don't believe me, there is no need to let me come over, otherwise everyone will be unhappy, and Mr. Li's illness is not a solution. Are you right?"

After saying that, Yan Ning made a move and wanted to leave, Li Feifei quickly grabbed Yan Ning: "Yan Ning, I didn't mean that!"

"But you should understand what I mean." Yan Ning glanced at Zhou Ji.

Li Feifei then realized, thought about it in her heart, and then said to Zhou Ji: "Doctor Zhou, please go out."

"Feifei, do you really believe this brat?" Zhou Ji looked at Li Feifei in disbelief, not expecting that she would help a liar in the world.

"My dad has been hospitalized for half a month, and you haven't even found out the cause of the disease," Li Feifei sighed, "I have to consider it for my dad."

Zhou Ji looked at Li Feifei and couldn't speak for a long time. Then he shook his sleeves and left angrily.

When Li Feifei saw Zhou Ji leave, she said sadly: "I offended my father's attending doctor. You must be a little more capable."

Yan Ning smiled, took a needle and stuck it to Li Liguo's neck.

The black gas visible to the naked eye overflowed along the needle tube, and Li Liguo's face suddenly became much better.

Seeing this, Li Feifei showed joy: "It works!"

Yan Ning said, "This is just a delay method, it cannot cure the root cause. It is not that simple to save your father."

After saying that, Yan Ning reached out and wrote a few prescriptions and handed them to Li Feifei: "You can find these medicines immediately and find the best Chinese medicine pills to make. Also, I need a pair of silver needles for acupuncture and get some black dog blood."

Li Feifei took the prescription and saw that the names of Chinese medicine were written on her head, which she had never heard of.

But in order to save Li Liguo, she didn't care too much and immediately asked someone to arrange it: "What about you?"

"I want to go home to get something." Yan Ning left a sentence and left the ward.

Li Feifei looked at Yan Ning's back as he hurriedly left, and couldn't help but say to herself: "Yan Ning, my father's life is all in your hands."

...

"Old Song, do you think my son didn't jump off the building by taking drugs?"

In a building in the city center, a middle-aged man wearing a floral shirt and a gold necklace said angrily.

Next to him was an old man in a cloth clothes. The old man was hunched over and looked weak, holding two large iron balls in his hand, constantly exchanging positions.

His face was full of gullies, and half of his face was blurred, as if it was burned by fire.

"I found a toothpick on Fang Jie's shoulder." The old man said in a hoarse voice.

"What can this mean?" The middle-aged man wearing a gold necklace was Fang Jie's father, Fang Fujia.

"Someone used evil magic to make the young master possessed by ghosts. The young master did not take drugs to jump off the building, but was controlled by ghosts to jump off the building."

As he said that, Old Song took out a bottle from his sleeve, opened the mouth of the bottle, and a white figure floated out quietly. It was the female ghost who almost killed Fang Jie that day!

At this time, her body was full of holes and was extremely illusory, as if it would disappear at any time.

"You, what do you want to do!" The female ghost shouted in horror when she saw Mr. Song.

Old Song took out a handful of glutinous rice from his pocket and slowly poured it on the female ghost. The female ghost screamed in pain.

Old Song squinted his eyes, as if he was enjoying the screams of the female ghost: "Tell me, who helped you get into Fang Jie's body? With your ability, it is impossible to enter Fang Jie's body alone."

The female ghost was silent for a while, not sure whether she should confess Yan Ning.

Seeing this, Mr. Song scattered a handful of glutinous rice on the female ghost. The female ghost finally couldn't help but say, "It's Fang Jie's classmate! A guy named Yan Ning, I only know this!"

Only then did Mr. Song wave his hand with satisfaction and put the female ghost into the bottle.

After hearing this, Fang Fujia showed a fierce look on his face: "I didn't expect that there was such a master around me. If Mr. Song, you were not aware of your slightest thought, maybe we father and son would have suffered a loss!"

Fang Fujia made a fortune by smuggling. He was full of gangsters at heart and could not tolerate others bullying him at all, let alone his precious son.

Old Song sneered: "I can't be considered a master, I'm just a little baby who knows a little fur."

"You can't keep the little baby, Mr. Song, I'll give you 100,000 yuan. You can take action yourself and send him to see the King of Hell." Fang Fujia said.

“Two hundred thousand.”

"Yes, but I want you to bring his soul back and torture my son slowly!" Fang Fujia said cruelly.

Old Song nodded, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes: Unexpectedly, Wumen Ghost Technique reappeared. Could this kid named Yan Ning be his successor?

In any case, in the eyes of Mr. Song, Yan Ning was still a newbie. He took revenge on Fang Fujia just by doing it. Mr. Song's real purpose was the ancient Wumen book in Yan Ning's hand.
Chapter completed!