"Go and go... don't stand here if you don't see a doctor, don't block the financial path of this clinic."

The apprentice at the clinic spoke with a hint of arrogance and contempt, as if she was sending a beggar.

Yang Fan glanced casually and the apprentice in front of him looked very unfamiliar, obviously he entered the clinic later. Otherwise, the pharmacist and apprentice in the clinic would have known him before, so he would definitely not be so rude.

Yang Fan did not take this kind of ordinary son's rough words to heart, but looked up at the plaque on the pavilion of Xianhong Medical Hall.

Xianhong Medical Center.

This plaque has endless meaning, and it has a sense of inclusiveness in nature and broadness. The four ancient seal scripts are as elegant as immortals. Even Yang Fan now seems to have extraordinary meanings and extraordinary things. The operation of the Immortal Hong Jue in his body is a bit more natural and smoother.

Unexpectedly, in nearly a year, this plaque was still hanging here without any damage.

Yang Fan sighed softly in his heart, thinking that this plaque should have created many destined people, but it is obviously unlikely to take this step to reach the sky, or to make a huge leap on the soul level like Wushuang.

Unparalleled means unique, and there can only be one in the world.

When he was in Jiuyou Square, even the black crystal demon spirit god who was as powerful as a god showed surprise when he saw Wushuang, as if he knew his origin and identity very well.

However, in the end, this is just an unsolved mystery.

"Hey! Why are you stupid? Get out of here? Stay for a while. I will ask the bodyguard in the clinic to knock you away. Then you will be frustrated with flesh and blood."

The apprentice threatened fiercely.

Yang Fan withdrew his gaze, looked at the son, and said with a smile: "Is there no rule in Xianhong Medical Center that treats patients, regardless of their status, gender, age, and devils of Xianfan, all equal and consistent, and they must be respected as guests."

The apprentice was slightly stunned: "How do you know?"

"Because I personally decided this rule." Yang Fan's voice suddenly sank, and a sense of majesty suddenly appeared on his body.

"ah!"

The apprentice was stunned, but he quickly reacted and said to himself: "Why are you stupid? The other party is obviously bluffing him."

"Hmph, how dare you pretend to be the big boss of the clinic!"

The apprentice's face turned cold and he was not showing any weakness.

Yang Fan was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he walked straight into the clinic, but made up his mind: this apprenticeship is not suitable for doing odd jobs in the clinic, and it cannot be used as a doctor, otherwise he would not know how many people would kill.

Seeing Yang Fan enter the clinic, the apprentice had nothing to say, but there was still a little bit of a gap in his eyes. He hurriedly walked towards several men in green guarding the first floor and said to the young man in the lead: "Shangxian Huang, that man is here to make trouble. He dared to pretend to be the boss in the clinic just now."

"What? There is such a thing?"

The young man's face turned stern. He was called the Supreme Immortal, but in fact he was a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining.

His eyes looked in the direction the apprentice pointed.

Suddenly, his eyes could not move, and his face showed a look of surprise: "It looks so familiar... Could it be?"

Soon, he saw Yang Fan's front.

"Yang...Doctor Yang!"

The young monk's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with a look of admiration and admiration.

Two of the monks beside him also noticed it.

"Doctor Yang? What kind of Doctor Yang? I saw him standing in front of the clinic just now, blocking the door, and even trying to pretend to be the owner of the clinic..."

The apprentice vaguely noticed something wrong and defended himself.

Bang!

A loud slap was sent on the first floor, accompanied by the apprentice's scream.

He covered his face, screamed with fear, and said in a trembling voice: "Goddess of life..."

"Hmph, you are an ordinary person. If you hit you and me, Huang, think your hands are dirty. But you dare to insult Doctor Yang. Even if your hands are dirty, you will teach you a lesson."

The young man surnamed Huang looked like a cold face, and he implied murderous intent.

Slap!

Several monks next to him also slapped him several times.

"I...what did I do wrong!"

The apprentice covered her teeth, with blood on the corner of her mouth, and said powerlessly.

"If you want to blame, you blame your dog for not knowing Taishan. You don't even know the legendary pharmacist famous in Kyoto. He is not a big boss. He is the founder of this clinic!"

A young man surnamed Huang said sarcastically.

ah!

The apprentice's face turned pale and said in a trembling voice: "It turned out to be him... that legendary first pharmacist? How is this possible? He looks so young..."

Immediately, he actually sat on the ground and started crying, reaching out to slap himself in the face.

In his thoughts, the number one legendary pharmacist in Kyoto must be a benevolent old man with a crane-haired and a fairy-like appearance. Therefore, he didn't think of this point for a moment.

Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!

While crying, he kept slapping himself in the face with his hands. The force was so strong that even the monks next to him were shocked.

"What do you mean?"

One of the monks asked in confusion, after all, he was just a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

"Wuwuwu...Doctor Yang is the pharmacist I admire the most. I came to Xianhong Medical Center as an apprentice to see him and worship him as my teacher..."

The boy looked regretful and even wanted to die. He slapped his own harshly.

The monks present couldn't help but look at each other. They worked as bodyguards in Xianhong Medical Center, on the one hand because they were rewarded, and on the other hand, they were also very respected by the name of Kyoto's No. 1 legendary pharmacist.

The young master of the Huang surname was attacked by the enemy a year ago and suffered a fatal blow. He didn't know how long he lived. But Doctor Yang took action and cured the disease in half a cup of tea.

It was because of his gratitude and respect that he came here to be a bodyguard.

"Get up, you are ignorant, don't be frivolous in the future, I can understand your mood..." said the young man surnamed Huang.

After a while, the lower part finally returned to peace.

At the same time, on the fourth floor of the clinic, it was originally a place where Yang Fan consulted alone.

thump!

Cang Yun knelt on the ground, tears faintly visible on his face, and he said in surprise: "Master, you have been there for more than half a year and finally come back!"

Yang Fan helped him up, looked at him for a moment, and said with a smile: "Yes, when we parted, you had just practiced from the late stage of Qi Refining to the Great Perfection, and now you have entered the stage of concentration."

Then he murmured to himself: "It seems that my other disciple from Wuliu Town should have entered the period of concentration."

"If it weren't for the middle-grade spiritual concentration pill of Master, I wouldn't have entered the spiritual concentration period so easily."

Cang Yun said with sincere eyes and gratefully: "And the medical jade slip left to me by Master, my disciple has also devoted himself to researching it. In the past six months, my disciple has begun to treat and heal mortals and even immortals."

“Not bad.”

Yang Fan was very satisfied with the progress of this disciple.

Cang Yun is only fourteen or fifteen years old this year. His own talent and hard work are the key to achieving his current achievements.

To a certain extent, even Yang Fan was a little amazed by Cang Yun's talent, which was more powerful than most of the geniuses he had seen.

"I must become a high-level pharmacist to treat more suffering patients, and to resurrect my frozen sister."

Cang Yun's swearing words, with endless faith in his eyes.

"By the way, where is your sister frozen?" Yang Fan asked curiously. In the past, he didn't even think about this great magical power of resurrection from the dead.

"In the secret land of the Dark Blood Dynasty, it was kept by the master who took me in. At the beginning, I was worse than death. It was him who frozen my sister's body and left me with the last glimmer of hope. This was also the driving force for my hard practice."

Cang Yun replied.

"Master?" Yang Fan smiled slightly: "Can that person be a king in the Dark Blood Dynasty?"

In the Dark Blood Dynasty, I'm afraid only the three kings can perfectly freeze the corpse, neither hurting the corpse itself nor allowing it to rot.

"The disciple didn't know. He valued my potential and talent, so he took me in and focused on training. The Butterfly Lotus, who had tried to approach Master before, was also the target of his focus on training."

"Butterfly Lotus?" Yang Fan's heart moved, which reminded him of the scene in Jiuyou Square.

It was Butterfly Lian who sent him a letter from his father.

"Okay." Yang Fan took a deep breath: "You go and prepare. I will go and see your sister's body tomorrow to see if there is any possibility of resurrection."

"yes."

Cang Yun was ecstatic. Since Master wanted to look at his sister's body and explain the resurrection, there was at least a glimmer of hope, and it was not a false thing.

Even that glimmer of hope was so small that he didn't dare to be extravagant.

Yang Fan stayed in the clinic for a few hours, and then talked with Lu Hong, a pharmacist on the third floor for a while before leaving the clinic.

But he didn't know that the news of his return to Kyoto had quickly spread to the top leaders of major Kyoto forces.

As the night gradually became late, Yang Fan came to the Yan Prince's Mansion. He wanted to meet Yuwen Xin.

When the guards of the Yan Prince's Mansion saw him, they looked shocked, but did not stop him. Soon someone reported the news to the Yan Prince.

Yang Fan came to Xinningju alone, which is the location of Yuwen Xin's boudoir.
To be continued...