Old friend of the clinic

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Under Yang Fan's great pressure, Yin San almost collapsed. He gritted his teeth and simply gave up and said resolutely:

"The old servant speculated that the rebellion within the organization might be the 'Heavenly King'... But the old servant did not have real evidence, just speculation."

"The King of Heaven-Devouring?" Yang Fan said these four words gently, and his face was cold: "Tell me the basis for your guess."

"First point, he had strongly opposed Hu Fei's becoming the new king. Second point, in the past decade, he has had many more powerful people of unknown origin, and even high-level Golden Pills. Third point, since the fall of King Yin Tian, ​​he intends to become the leader of the four kings, and most of the power in the organization is controlled by him." Yin Sanzi said reasonably.

"So, he has now become the number one figure in the Dark Blood Dynasty, and I have no substantive rights to return to Bei Qin?"

Yang Fan asked with a sneer.

"This...there are dozens of members of the organization who were originally loyal to the 'Hidden Heaven King'. They are absolutely loyal to you, the King."

Yin San looked a little panicked, fearing that Yang Fan would be angry.

Yang Fan's face was solemn and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "After today, you can try to send a message to the other three kings. Yang returns to Yuyang and discuss important matters. Within two months, be sure to rush to Wuliu Town. Violators will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes." Yin San immediately agreed, but there was a little hesitation and worry on his face.

"You are my father's confidant during his lifetime. If you have any questions, you can ask them directly."

"Young master, it may be inappropriate to do this. The 'Sky-Devouring King' has won many powerful people under his command and has a very high reputation in the organization. There may be support from other forces behind it. If the king is not sure, it is better to make a long-term plan."

Yin Sanyi said sincerely.

"I like to take the initiative now, rather than being led by the enemy." Yang Fan carried his hands on his back, looked far away, and said with confidence: "If he dares to come, I am absolutely sure that he will never come back. If he doesn't come, I will unite with the King of Yintian and Hu Fei, and I can also revive the Dark Blood Dynasty."

"Yes!" Yin San felt very calm. From Yang Fan, he felt the old plan of his former master, "King Yintian".

After discussing something with Yin San, Yang Fan waved his hand and asked him to leave.

At this time, the sun had already set, and you could see the faint nightfall and the blush that had not yet completely faded in the sky.

Yang Fan discovered that although his house was uninhabited all year round, there was not much dust accumulation and was cleaned quietly.

"Did my brother send someone to clean up?"

He thought this way, walked out of the house, and according to his memory, he walked towards the "Puai Medical Center".

Under the dark sky with a light redness, Yang Fan found the clinic.

On the plaque of the clinic, the words "Puai Medical Center" are slightly outdated after the wind and rain of the years.

Yang Fan suddenly remembered that the words on the plaque were written by himself.

At this moment, it looks like a kind of transcendence and remembrance of looking back at the past.

He stepped into the clinic. Even though it was getting late, there were still several patients inside, and a pharmacist and doctor were in charge.

Yang Fan walked into the clinic and smelled the rich herb smell that seemed to exud the vicissitudes of time, and another different feeling arose in his heart.

He fell into a brief epiphany.

This is not a deduction and comprehending of Xianhong***, but a kind of understanding of life and life.

Thirty years have passed, and when he returns to Wuliu Town, things change and things change.

Whether it is a person or a thing, it seems small and powerless in the face of time.

Even as an immortal cultivator, if he cannot advance to the next level, he will eventually turn into a pile of loess.

Even Yang Fan was wondering: Even true immortals, can they achieve true eternal immortality in the face of endless years?

Even immortals can really live with the heaven and earth.

So, if the world is at its end of destruction, can the immortal survive?

He just stood there and pondered, and time passed by little by little.

Soon, the night completely enveloped the earth, and the night outside became darker.

An apprentice in the clinic yawned.

"Young man, it's so late, you've been standing here for a long time, why haven't you gone back yet?"

An elderly doctor came over and said gently.

Yang Fan turned to him sideways, opened his eyes from his sudden enlightenment, and a bright crystal flashed through his eyes, just like the stars in the dark night.

"Why should I leave?" Yang Fan smiled slightly and looked at the old doctor.

This clinic is his. It was common to spend overnight here or even retreat here.

"You...you are-"

Suddenly, the old doctor showed an excited and incredible look.

He saw Yang Fan's front.

Thirty years ago, when he was an unknown ordinary doctor, he met a man known as the legendary pharmacist.

"You are...Yang Yaoshi?!"

The old doctor's voice was trembling slightly, and he seemed uneasy.

"Yes, my surname is Yang, and I am a pharmacist. I founded this clinic."

Yang Fan smiled.

But he didn't know the other person. Thirty years of vicissitudes can make a familiar person unfamiliar, let alone a passerby who didn't have much impression of it?

"Yang Yaoshi, you are that legendary pharmacist. I really didn't expect that the old man would still meet you in his lifetime..."

The old doctor was almost incoherent and looked full of admiration.

"It's been thirty years, and your appearance has not changed at all." The old pharmacist was amazed.

Several remaining pharmacists and apprentices in the clinic rushed over, looking curious.

However, the remaining people are not old, with apprentices only between fifteen and sixteen and twenty years old, and pharmacists less than forty years old.

Thirty years ago, most of them were not born yet or were still wearing open-crotch pants.

Therefore, these people didn't know Yang Fan's identity, but just looked at him curiously and whispered.

"What happened, it was noisy!"

At this moment, a 17 or 18-year-old boy walked out of the inner hall, with a handsome face, clear edges and a bit of tenderness and arrogance on his face.

The young man was dressed in white, with a great temperament, far superior to ordinary people, but he had an innate sense of superiority, and he glanced at everyone in the field.

He soon discovered that Yang Fan was admired and curious by the people in the clinic, and also attracted the focus of many doctors and apprentices in the clinic.

As soon as the boy in white made a sound, everyone on the field was silent, and even a few apprentices couldn't help but fight a cold war.

Yang Fan looked at the boy in white, a little curious about his identity, and had never seen him before.

At the age of this young man in white, Yang Fan probably wasn't born before he left the Northern Qin Dynasty.

"Yang Yaoshi, he is the only son of Zheng's family."

The old doctor smiled and said to Yang Fan.

"Zheng family?" Yang Fan thought for a moment and said with a smile: "It turns out to be Xiaoman's only son."

Zheng Xiaoman was the first registered disciple Yang Fan received.

Unexpectedly, he even had a son now, Yang Fan sighed.

When the young man in white heard Yang Fan calling his mother "Xiao Man", he couldn't help but be furious: "Who are you? How dare you insult my mother."

"Young Master, you can't do it..." The old doctor suddenly exclaimed when he saw the young man in white rude to Yang Fan and stopped him: "He is yours..."

"Get out--" The young man in white looked at him proudly and contemptuously, and pushed the old doctor away.

thump!

The old doctor was slapped away by his palm and hit the wall hard. He groaned and even blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

He is an old mortal man in his sixties, how could he withstand the power of a young man?

What's more, this young man in white is not an ordinary person.

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan looked angry and couldn't help but wonder: "Is this really Zheng Xiaoman's son?"

"Old man, are you okay?" Yang Fan walked over to help the old doctor, ignoring the boy in white.

The boy in white felt a hint of contempt and condescending in Yang Fan's eyes, just like an ant gaze that was like a cultivator looking at a mortal.

Seeing this, he felt even more unhappy.

Yang Fan just helped the old doctor up, patted him a few times, and then glanced at him lightly: "Just hit someone casually, this is what your mother taught you? What's more, this old man is also a doctor in the clinic."

The boy in white was slightly stunned and then sneered: "I didn't kill him, and I don't belong to the same world as me," he said.

"Ant?" Yang Fan cured the old doctor's injury. Hearing these two words, he couldn't help but laugh. The ridicule in his smile made the boy in white feel unhappy.

At this time, the old doctor who had just been knocked off stood beside him but said nothing, looking at the boy in white coldly, even feeling a little gloating.

"You are a small mortal, how dare you laugh at me?" The young man in white smiled instead of anger.
To be continued...