After returning to Jinzhilin from Tiantang Company, Ye Fei wanted to take a lazy nap, but there were too many patients, so he could only help.
This busy work lasted for half a day. Apart from taking a few sips of tea, Ye Fei never stopped until dusk when all the patients were sent away.
He was about to ask Sun Bufan to close the door, but saw a man walking quietly outside the door.
He has a tall and straight figure, a thin face, and is wearing a black hat.
Fairness was his biggest feature, and his skin tone was even fairer than Tang Qiqi's. Once he took one look at it, it was hard to forget him.
"Sir, do you want to see a doctor?"
Sun Bufan rubbed his head and greeted him with a smile: "Sit over here."
The fair-skinned man remained calm and did not respond to Sun Bufan's words. Instead, he turned Jin Zhilin around with his hands behind his back.
Then, his eyes fell on Ye Fei, looked at it and walked over.
Sun Bufan wanted Ye Fei to rest: "Sir, my master has been tired for a day, how about I show you first?"
The fair man ignored him and sat down in front of Ye Fei. Then he stretched out his hand and said lightly: "Come here."
Sun Bufan wanted to say something else, but Ye Fei waved his hand gently to stop him.
"Okay, big brother, let me show you."
Although Ye Fei felt that this guy was a bit strange and gave him an indescribable feminine aura, he still respected the patient's privacy and was not too curious.
Ye Fei stretched out three fingers and touched the fair man's cinchuanchi, and then he closed his eyes slightly.
In less than thirty seconds, Ye Fei opened his eyes in surprise and took a look at the fair-skinned man.
The fair-skinned man did not ask questions, but looked at Ye Fei with interest.
Ye Fei took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. Instead, he closed his eyes again and checked his pulse carefully.
Sun Bufan's heart skipped a beat, and there was an inexplicable solemnity on his face.
With Ye Fei's medical skills, he could basically tell his condition after taking his pulse for ten seconds, but today he had to check his pulse twice.
This fair man's illness is a bit strange.
After another thirty seconds, Ye Fei opened his eyes, took his fingers away from the fair man, then stood up, bowed his hands and said with a smile:
"It turns out that a fellow senior has arrived. I am disrespectful and disrespectful."
Sun Bufan was stunned, what kind of fellow senior? Could it be that this fair man is also a doctor? Are you here to play football today?
"Little doctor, what do you mean?"
Hearing Ye Fei's words, the fair man narrowed his eyes to hide his surprise, and then smiled indifferently:
"I don't understand what you mean, please let me know."
He was still sitting in the chair: "What on earth is wrong with me?"
"Senior's pulse is docile, yin and yang complement each other, but he is sixty years old, but he has the blood of a thirty-year-old, and his body is in his prime."
Ye Fei looked at the fair-skinned man with calm eyes:
"If the senior was not a master of medicine, he would not be able to regulate his body so well."
"Moreover, the senior's Zhiyin Heart Technique has been practiced to perfection. It not only repaired old injuries, but also consolidated the eight extraordinary meridians."
"Whether it's in terms of medicine or martial arts, senior can be considered a comrade of mine."
Ye Fei smiled: "I just don't know, senior, are you coming here this time to make friends, or to play in a restaurant?"
"Master, stop making trouble, can you still diagnose the heart by diagnosing the pulse?"
Sun Bufan couldn't help but open his mouth: "Are you kidding the patient?"
"Not only do I know that my senior has mastered Yinxin Dharma, but I also know that he knows the lost secret technique of 'Circular Fingers'."
Ye Fei stared at the fingers of the fair-skinned man. The bare fingertips made him feel a huge danger.
Sun Bufan was completely stunned.
The fair-skinned man smiled softly: "Heroic young man."
The next second, he leaned forward suddenly, and a violent aura was released instantly.
The power and pressure that seemed to control the world made Ye Fei feel like a stormy sea.
This is a world where fair men dominate the power of life and death, and Ye Fei is just an ant in this world.
"What?"
Sun Bufan subconsciously stepped forward, but before he even got close, the other party pointed him away and fell to the ground, groaning.
Ye Fei was shocked when he saw this. This guy is really powerful, but he has no grudge against him.
At the same time, an unprecedented excitement filled Ye Fei's body.
Ye Fei not only refused to retreat, but instead punched the opponent's chest like a javelin.
"Whoosh——"
The fair-skinned man still smiled and raised his left hand slightly.
An ordinary white fleshy palm clenched towards Ye Fei's fist.
Ye Fei's eyelids twitched.
But, be fearless!
He will never underestimate any opponent, but he will never underestimate his own strength.
Without hesitation, he punched out.
The fists and palms met, and there was a soft snap. It seemed so low-key and gentle, and there was no earth-shattering domineering sound oozing out.
However, there was a strong wind in the void, and the clothes on the two of them rustled.
"Click——"
Almost at the same moment, the chair where Ye Fei and the fair man were sitting cracked into dozens of pieces.
The two separated.
Ye Fei took seven steps back, hit the wall, coughed, and almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The fair-skinned man also took two steps back, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
It seemed that he never thought that Ye Fei could withstand this move. He originally imagined that Ye Fei would kneel down and spurt blood without breaking his muscles and bones.
He exuded appreciation.
"Whoosh——"
At this moment, a black light flashed out, fast and hard, and went straight to the fair man's throat.
Ye Fei shouted subconsciously: "Don't kill anyone."
The sword light stagnated, the speed slowed down, and the killing intent was reduced by three points.
Even so, the black light still carries a fierce momentum.
Seeing this sword light, the fair man's eyes were surprised again, and then he pointed his finger.
"when!"
There was a crisp sound, and the black light dissipated instantly with the touch of his finger, and a force of brute force even knocked Dugu Shang away.
Dugu Shang had no expression on his face. He twisted twice in the air and landed on the ground. Then he stepped on the threshold with his left foot and stabilized his body.
There are just a few more cracks in the threshold.
The hand holding the black sword is still as steady as a mountain.
He wanted to take action again, but Ye Fei waved his hand to stop him.
"Why are you hitting people?"
Sun Bufan got up and yelled at the fair-skinned man: "Are you here to play in the gym?"
"Hero boy, boy hero."
The fair-skinned man ignored Sun Bufan's shouting, took a step forward, looked at Ye Fei and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that this small medical clinic is so hidden."
"Especially you. At your age, you are both skilled in medicine and martial arts, and you are not arrogant or impetuous. This is very valuable."
"No wonder Huang Feihu respects you so much."
"You are indeed a once-in-a-century genius."
As he spoke, he waved his left hand, and the hostility and murderous intent in his body instantly disappeared, returning to the softness he had when he first appeared.
Ye Fei saw that the other party had no killing intention, and that the blow just now was just a test, so he stopped Sun Bufan from calling the police.
Dugu Shang also retreated, but still stared at the fair-skinned man coldly, and would attack with all his strength if anything went wrong.
"Senior, do you know Brother Huang?"
Seeing the other party mentioning Huang Feihu, Ye Fei looked at the fair man and said:
"I wonder what the purpose of senior's coming today is?"
The other party was more powerful than Ye Fei imagined, at least more powerful than the masters he had met, but he really didn't know the other party, so he was very confused.
"My purpose is simple."
The fair-skinned man put his hands behind his back again, his voice was high-pitched and indifferent:
"First, I'll give you a meeting gift. Jiang Hualong will come to trouble you soon."
Ye Fei's face changed slightly: "Jiang Hualong is out of seclusion?"
The fair-skinned man did not explain, but only said what he wanted to say:
"Second, see if your medical skills are as powerful as the legend says."
"Third, I'll give you a punch to get some justice for Shen Qianshan."
Shen Qianshan?
Ye Fei's expression changed: "Are you from the Shen family?"
The fair-skinned man calmly stated his purpose: "Fourth, settle the grudge between you and the Martial Alliance."
"Settle the grudge?"
Ye Fei narrowed his eyes: "A life and death battle between you and me?"
"Snapped--"
The fair-skinned man raised one hand, and a black wooden token was nailed into the wooden table. He turned and walked towards the door, and spoke without looking back:
"From now on, you are the president of the Nanling Martial Alliance."
"Within three months, take over the Shen family with the token, rectify the children, and wipe out the grudge between you and me..."
