Chapter 809: Heir to Xuanyuan Pavilion

After Zhao Mingzhen left, Situ Changkong sat down in front of the chessboard again.

An Daoyuan said: "Old man, have you noticed that there is something strange about what happened to the little guy? It seems that someone has been targeting him."

"I discovered it a long time ago, but I never found out who that person was." Situ Changkong said, "Including the Dong family this time, they originally had no grudges against Xiaoye, but they tried their best.

To say that there was no instigation behind this, even my old man would not believe it even if he beat me to death.

It’s just that there were too many things going on during this period and I didn’t have any time to spare.

After these two days of busy work, I started to check it myself to see who that guy was. "

But An Daoyuan shook his head: "I think this matter should end here, and we shouldn't investigate anymore."

Situ Changkong's eyes widened: "Lao An, what do you mean by this? Do you know who it is? Can't we afford to offend him?"

"Look at you, you are 100 years old and you still have such a hot temper. I don't know who the mastermind is."

"Then what do you mean? Why don't you let us check?"

An Daoyuan sighed: "Have you ever thought that in the blink of an eye, the three of us old guys are almost 100 years old?"

"So what?"

"What else can we do? If we three old guys go there one day, who will support this Xuanyuan Pavilion?"

"this……"

Situ Changkong was speechless for a moment. He really hadn't thought about this issue.

"Now we have no successor. After waiting for so many years, a little leaf finally appeared.

He has good cultivation, high medical skills, and extremely strong abilities. He has established enough prestige through this plan and is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. "

Situ Changkong said: "Because of this, we should protect him even more. You should quickly find out the mastermind behind this."

"You are wrong to do this." An Daoyuan said, "As the saying goes, the edge of a sword is sharpened, and if you do this, it will only hinder Xiaoye's growth.

Although he is extremely talented, he is still too young and lacks proper training, and this incident is just a test for him.

So we should not interfere too much and leave it all to him alone. This will be good for his growth. "

Situ Changkong stroked his beard, "What you said seems to make some sense."

An Daoyuan said: "Only when Xiaoye's knife is sharpened enough can Xuanyuan Pavilion be carried forward in the future.

We old guys don't have to do much, just be him

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Just have strong backing. "

Situ Changkong nodded: "Okay, this time I will listen to you."

On Ye Bufan's side, he didn't know what was happening here, so he got on the plane to the imperial capital alone.

After entering the airport, I found my seat according to the ticket and sat down.

The flight ticket the Wang family booked for him was first class. Next to him was a middle-aged man in his 40s, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked gentle, but his expression showed pride.

In front of them was a middle-aged couple, both in their 50s.

The man was a little chubby, with a peanut-sized mole next to his left ear. He looked extremely kind, and he nodded and smiled at Ye Bufan.

He never refuses others' kindness and responds with a smile, but doesn't say much.

After the plane took off, he was bored and began to close his eyes and rest his mind. He kept searching for the recent events in his mind, and kept guessing who the person who wanted to deal with him was.

After a while, the plane entered a stable flight state, and the middle-aged man in front of him stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

But not long after, there was a thump from the bathroom, and then the flight attendant hurriedly shouted: "Who is this gentleman's companion or family member? Come here quickly."

Who else is a doctor? And please do me a favor, someone here has fainted. "

Ye Bufan looked back and saw the middle-aged man who just fell down in front of the bathroom door. His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he had obviously entered a coma.

Hearing the flight attendant's call, the middle-aged woman immediately ran over, took the middle-aged man's hand and shouted: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Wake up, husband."

As the inheritor of the ancient medical sect, Ye Bufan naturally couldn't sit back and ignore this situation, so he immediately stood up and walked over.

"I'm a doctor, let me do it."

When the middle-aged woman heard that there was a doctor, she immediately said, "Brother, please check on my husband and see what's wrong with him."

Ye Bufan nodded, walked over, knelt down, and put his hand on the middle-aged man's pulse.

Although he had already seen everything through his spiritual consciousness, this person's situation was a bit special, and he still needed to check his pulse to confirm.

"What are you doing?"

At this time, a voice sounded from behind.

Ye Bufan looked back and saw that it was the middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses sitting next to him.

"I'm treating people."

While he was putting

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Pulse said.

"Why are you touching someone's wrist when you're seeing a doctor? Isn't this a waste of time?"

"I am a Chinese medicine doctor, and Chinese medicine naturally takes the pulse."

"You're kidding, can Chinese medicine cure diseases? You dare to come here and embarrass yourself at this time." A look of disdain flashed across the middle-aged man's face, "Get out of the way quickly, this man is very sick, otherwise you can't afford the consequences. .”

Ye Bufan frowned: "What do you mean?"

At this time, the flight attendant who had just brought back the first aid kit asked: "Sir, are you also a doctor?"

From the inside, she didn't think much of the young man in front of her. After all, he was too young. He is several years younger than himself, and he claims to be a Chinese medicine practitioner. How reliable is this?

It's not that she doesn't believe in Chinese medicine, it's just that she doesn't believe in such a young Chinese medicine practitioner. In his twenties, he probably hasn't even finished his apprenticeship yet.

There was no other doctor just now, so he could only act as a living doctor.

Now it looked like the man wearing glasses was more like a doctor, and he immediately asked for help.

After all, people fainted on their own plane. Once something unexpected happens, I'm afraid I will have to bear the responsibility.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses said proudly: "I am the deputy director of Imperial Central Hospital and the chief expert of internal medicine - Li Mingyang."

"Oh my God, this is actually the vice president of the Imperial Central Hospital and the chief expert of internal medicine. He must be much more reliable than that young man..."

"Today's young people are really brave. They dare to do anything. They have already fainted. Aren't they afraid of risking their lives..."

"It's not that I don't believe in Chinese medicine, but someone so young dares to say that he is a Chinese medicine practitioner. This kind of person is simply unbelievable..."

"It's okay now. Now that you have Vice-President Li, let's give it to others as soon as possible. Young people must not fool around..."

After hearing Li Mingyang's name, the people around him unanimously sided with him, condemning Ye Bufan and asking him to quickly give up his position.

The stewardess also said: "Sir, thank you for your kindness, but let Dr. Li treat this patient."

After speaking, he turned his attention to the middle-aged woman next to him. After all, she was a family member.

A complicated look flashed across the middle-aged woman's face, and she finally said: "Little brother, I thank you, but I still want Dean Li to treat my husband."

Ye Bufan looked helpless, but there was nothing he could do about this kind of thing. After all, women were the family members of other patients.

He stood up and stepped aside, giving up his position.