Zhou Fan continued to practice the four awakening styles of the twelve tiger-shaped styles, but did not rashly inhale the vitality, but instead practiced one-style dismantling.

This kind of disassembly exercise is to better mobilize the body's muscles and help speed up the muscles' absorption of vital energy.

The effect of one time is not obvious, but as long as you work hard, the number of times will be superimposed to achieve considerable results.

Just as Zhou Fan was concentrating on practicing in the backyard, he heard a shout from the front door: "Is anyone at home?"

Zhou Fan, who was practicing "tiger legs", heard the shout. He flipped over and stood up and patted the dust on his body before shouting outside: "Yes, who is it?"

While talking, Zhou Fan had already walked from behind the house to the front of the house. He saw a middle-aged man with a medium figure standing in front of the door.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a mahogany box hanging on his right side, a slightly round face, and a long beard on his jaw. He looked very elegant.

The man looked very good, and he showed a gentle smile to Zhou Fan with a red face.

Zhou Fan looked at the stranger and said, "My parents are not at home. If you want to find them, you have to come here at night."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You misunderstood. I'm not here to find Yimu and others, but to find yours."

"Me?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment. He had no memory of his predecessor and naturally could not recognize this person. He was about the same age as his parents, but he thought he was his friend, but who knew he was here to find him, which surprised Zhou Fan a little.

"I know you have forgotten what happened before, so let me introduce it again. My name is Zhang He, and I am a doctor in the village." Zhang He said with a faint smile on his face.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and quickly stretched out and said, "It turns out it's Dr. Zhang. I'm so embarrassed. Please sit in there."

Zhou Fan invited Zhang He into the hall inside the house and sat down, poured him a glass of water.

Zhang He took the cup and thanked him, then put the cup on the table and smiled: "I'm here this time to check it out for you. You woke up a few days ago, but I have been busy with other patients, so I didn't come to see you. Today I have a rare time."

"Then I'll thank Dr. Zhang first." Zhou Fan said politely.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Zhang He smiled and stroked the long beard under his jaw. "You turn around first, let me see what the scars on your head are like?"

Zhou Fan nodded and agreed, turned his back to Zhang He. With this back, Zhou Fan's face became solemn. His hands on his thighs were slightly closed and clenched into fists.

"Well, you're recovering really well." Zhang He's laughter came from behind Zhou Fan. While he was watching, he gently touched the scars on Zhou Fan's head with his fingers.

"Doctor Zhang, what's going on with my injury?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively.

"Hey, haven't your father told you?" Zhang He said in surprise.

"No, I just woke up a few days ago and encountered such a big thing as hair tie. You know, I am not lucky and have a long life, and I have to make some preparations for joining the patrol team, so I have no time to ask them." Zhou Fan said with a silly smile.

"So that's how it is. You're injured." Zhang He let go of his fingers placed on Zhou Fan's head, "You can turn around."

Zhang He's answer was exactly the same as Zhou Yimu's, but Zhou Fan was mentally prepared, and this might have been discussed by Zhang He and Zhou Yimu.

Zhou Fan turned around and said with a puzzled look on his face: "It turned out that he was injured by a fall. Was it serious at that time?"

"It's quite serious." Zhang He's smile on his face slightly restrained, "You fell to the back of your head, and fortunately your father came to see me, and I arrived in time to heal you, so I rescued you."

"Then why did I fall for no reason?" Zhou Fan continued to ask.

"Well..." Zhang He pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I don't know, my father probably didn't know either. When he found you, you were already lying on the ground and unconscious."

Speaking of this, Zhang He smiled and patted Zhou Fan on the shoulder and said, "Young man, don't think too much. You fell to your head. If you think too much, your brain may hurt. No matter how you fell, it's okay now. Extend your hand and I'll take your pulse for you."

"Doctor Zhang, I'll listen to you." Zhou Fan showed a innocent and silly smile on his face, "Which hand?"

"You have to see both hands when you take the pulse." Zhang He said, "Look at your right hand first."

Zhou Fan stretched out his right hand and asked Zhang He to take his pulse. After Zhang He finished diagnosing the pulse of his right hand for him, Zhou Fan changed his left hand to show him.

"Doctor Zhang, how is my body?" After all the left and right hands finished reading, Zhou Fan looked at the silent Zhang He and asked with concern.

Zhang He smiled silently and said, "It's nothing serious. Your pulse is coming in one breath and is neither floating nor sinking, neither big nor small, with a uniform rhythm, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful, which is a normal pulse."

"That's good." Zhou Fan laughed.

After taking Zhou Fan's pulse, Zhang He said he had something to do, stood up and said goodbye, and Zhou Fan quickly sent the person to the door.

When he was delivered to the door, Zhou Fan took out the five copper coins left by his parents from his body and said, "Doctor Zhang, a little bit of a word, I don't respect him."

"Don't." Zhang He refused to accept it, "I have already received your medical fee before. This time I came here to follow up on your visit. This money cannot be requested."

Zhang He did not accept it. Zhou Fan did not push the copper coins around like an adult, but put them directly into his pocket and said, "Doctor Zhang walked slowly."

Zhang He did not move his footsteps. He stroked his beard and looked at Zhou Fan, and a gentle smile appeared on his face again and said, "Afan, your personality was not as cheerful as you are now. It seems that this time the injury may not be unhealthy."

"Is that true?" Zhou Fan smiled silly while touching the back of his neck with his right hand, as if he was a little shy.

"Get a good rest. If you have any discomfort, remember to come to me." Zhang He did not answer, but reminded him again and turned around and left.

Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He's back until Zhang He turned from a yellow mud house and disappeared, Zhou Fan retracted his gaze, and there was no smile on his face.

Zhou Fan closed the wooden door with both hands, and the light was isolated from the door. He sank into the darkness. Only a faint light penetrated through the gap and fell into the middle of his face, as if he wanted to cut his face in half.

Looking at the light, Zhang He's gentle smile came to his mind again, but this smile made Zhou Fan feel a little chilled in his heart.
Chapter completed!