Today is different

"Miss Zheng, you are out. This is a patient with epilepsy. I am responsible for treating him..."

Fang Ming said with a diligent look, and the gaze that looked at Zheng Xiaoman was filled with scorching colors.

"Spiked?" Zheng Xiaoman was stunned, his eyes fell on Yang Fan, and a look of surprise and excitement suddenly appeared on his face.

"Master...you are back!"

Zheng Xiaoman's eyes were filled with a few hazy mist.

Yang Fan has been there for a year. Since then, the burden of the pharmacist in the clinic has fallen on her as a disciple.

Who understands the suffering she has suffered over the past year?

A teenage girl is in charge of a clinic and faces all kinds of cultivators.

thump!

Zheng Xiaoman knelt in front of Yang Fan: "Pupil, pay homage to Master."

Tears of grievance appeared in her eyes, and it was not until she met her master that her inner weakness showed.

"Xiaoman, get up, I have left the clinic for so long, and you have suffered a lot."

Yang Fan quickly helped her up, looked at the female disciple who was getting more and more beautiful, and said with a little appreciation: "I am much more mature and my cultivation progress is also very good. Now I have entered the late stage of Qi Refining."

When he left, Zheng Xiaoman was still in the early stages. In just one year, she crossed two small levels, which was really not easy.

"It's all thanks to the guidance of the master, as well as the elixirs and jade slips left behind."

Zheng Xiaoman wiped away the tears and said proudly.

Before seeing Yang Fan, she was just an ordinary low-level cultivator with limited conditions for cultivating immortals, and his grandfather was just a pharmacist in the late stage of Qi refining.

When Yang Fan was in the clinic, he gave her a lot of advice and care. After leaving, he left a lot of spiritual pills for her and Lin Zhong.

The master and apprentice showed their true feelings when they met, and Fang Ming, the young pharmacist on the other side, fell into numbness.

"He...he is Miss Zheng's master..."

Fang Ming murmured softly, his face suddenly faded and looked suspicious.

It would be hard to imagine that this scholar in front of him, who seemed to be weak and much younger than him, would be Miss Zheng's pharmacist.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed and felt inexplicably panic.

"Fang Ming, you haven't apologized to my master."

Zheng Xiaoman's phoenix eyes turned and fell on his face, showing anger, and scolded coldly.

"Miss Zheng... I'm sorry, I really don't know."

Fang Ming's face is as ugly as it is.

"As a doctor, you must have the most basic qualities. You don't even have this patience and are so rude to your guests." Yang Fan said lightly: "I'm sorry, 'Puai Medical Center' cannot accept you."

"you……"

Fang Ming was embarrassed and angry, staring at Yang Fan with indifferent expressions, and a hint of resentment arose in his heart.

"Okay, okay!" Fang Ming knew that he could not continue here, so he said three good words in a row. Finally, he glared at Yang Fan fiercely and waved his sleeves to leave.

"Who is this person?"

Yang Fan asked Zheng Xiaoman.

"Master, his name is Fang Ming. He is a cultivator nearby. He has a little understanding of medical skills. He took the initiative to come and help. It's all because Xiaoman was blind and let people like him enter the clinic."

Zheng Xiaoman whispered.

Yang Fan understood that it must be that Fang Ming was interested in Zheng Xiaoman, so he came over to show his attentiveness. He sighed lightly:

"You can't blame you, after all, the clinic has limited staff."

"By the way, Master, this is Li Yaoshi whom I invited to take charge. He knows my grandfather."

Zheng Xiaoman pointed to another middle-aged pharmacist in the clinic and said.

"Yang Yaoshi, I have long admired Daming."

Pharmacist Li laughed.

Yang Fan nodded slightly and said a few politely, "This is a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi refining."

"By the way, I heard that there is a legendary pharmacist in Kyoto, whose surname is Yang."

Zheng Xiaoman exclaimed.

Yang Fan said in a little surprised: "I just came back from Kyoto, but I didn't expect the news to spread so quickly..."

Kyoto is 80,000 miles away from Wuliu Town.

Although the world of immortal cultivation also has special means of transmission, it is really not easy to get news at such a long distance.

"Can you... that legendary pharmacist is you, Master!"

Zheng Xiaoman was shocked when she heard this.

"I opened a clinic in Kyoto called 'Xianhong'."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"Yes, it's the 'Xianhong Medical Center', which is headed by a legendary miracle doctor, and has personally demonstrated the magical technique of resurrection."

Zheng Xiaoman was extremely shocked and still half-believed and half-doubted, wanting to get the exact answer from Yang Fan.

"Come on, let's go in and talk, and by the way, find out the situation in my family and the Yangjiabao area."

Yang Fan took Zheng Xiaoman into the inner hall.

The two of them talked for a moment, and Yang Fan stood up.

"Master, do you have any urgent matters?" Zheng Xiaoman said in confusion.

"I have been together for a year, and I have to go see my relatives and Lin Zhong."

Yang Fan said goodbye and left Xianhong Medical Center.

Walking along the familiar road, he walked into the home in a short while.

"Brother..."

Yang Huixin was cleaning the hall. When she saw Yang Fan coming back, tears of surprise flashed in her eyes as quiet as water.

She immediately rushed into Yang Fan's arms, her eyes were misty: "Brother, you have been there for a year, and finally got home."

Yang Fan found that his sister was becoming more and more outstanding. Her eyes were clear and quiet, her skin was as snowy as her eyebrows were picturesque.

"My sister is getting more and more beautiful. I see that the threshold of this family has been stepped on..."

Yang Fan quipped.

"Brother, you came to make fun of me as soon as you came back..." Yang Huixin's pretty face turned red, but she became even more pure and charming.

Then, his mother, Yang, came out, and tears of joy flashed in her eyes.

That night, Yang Fan and his family were having fun.

During this period, Yang Fan also went to Lin Zhong's residence once and found that he was in a state of life and death.

It seems to be in the stimulation period...

Yang Fan doesn't bother him either.

The next day, Yang Fan began to sit in the "Puai Medical Center" and recovered from his injuries.

Although he lost a valuable iron-armored puppet in his battle with Wushuang, his fighting will increased by one or two levels, and his control and performance of his own strength also improved.

Since then, he has explored another great magical power of the mysterious black whip - the spiritual transformation.

As long as you inject the master's essence and blood into this mysterious treasure, it can turn it into a black snake with powerful combat power and be controlled by the master's intentions. The combat power it exerts in a short period of time is enough to rank among the foundation-building stages and become a major trump card in Yang Fan's hand.

In the decisive battle that day, Yang Fan used almost all his trump cards except for the "forced summoning" of Xianhongjie.

Wushuang's cultivation level is higher than that of him. He forced to summon the Xianhong space. Although he can win, he has to pay the price and his cultivation level will be reduced by one level!

I heard that Yang Fan was in charge and many nearby pharmacists came to visit, including many who came to study with their reputation.

Yang Fan received one by one, but also rejected many people who wanted to come and learn from their masters.

In just a few days, Yangjiabao, Yuwu Villa and other major forces sent people to come.

"It turns out that being too famous is not a good thing."

Yang Fan shook his head, feeling deeply troubled by these trivial social events.

...

One day, Yang Fan was in charge of Xianhong Medical Center.

"Hahaha, you're not dead..."

A familiar voice came.
To be continued...