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Chapter 398 - 398 398 What are you thinking about


398: Chapter 398 What are you thinking about?


(Third update) 398: Chapter 398 What are you thinking about?


(Third update) Dong Yu and his group, sprawled at the door, listened to the game sounds coming from the room, their eyeballs almost popping out.


What’s going on?


Who is playing Honor of Kings?


That shouldn’t be!


Ouyang Li and Hua Jian, the two old men, definitely wouldn’t play this game.


The doctor inside wouldn’t dare to play games at such a time either.


So, the one playing the game is…


Holy crap, is Zhang Fan playing the game?


Could it be that the old man has been healed?


Immediately, Dong Yu gently closed the door, pushing open a small crack!


Ouyang Feng and Hua Ji were also sprawled at the door, their eyes straining to peer through the crack.


However, when they saw Zhang Fan sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, engrossed in the game, their hand slipped, and they pushed the door wide open.


“Ouch!”


Dong Yu was pinned under Ouyang Feng and Hua Ji, and immediately let out a scream.


“How did you guys get in here, get out!”


Ouyang Li and Hua Jian shouted simultaneously.


They were still full of anger.


Damn it, Zhang Fan had actually stopped the healing halfway to play games, leaving the two of them staring at each other.


Seeing Dong Yu and his group causing such a ruckus now, they were hardly in the mood to give a pleasant response!


“Well, we heard the game sounds from the room and thought the old man had been healed, so…”


Ouyang Feng hurriedly got up, dragged a chair, and pushed it beside Ouyang Li: “Grandfather, please sit.”


However, his gaze was firmly fixed on Dong Shang.


Seeing the black blood all over, Ouyang Feng ran to Zhang Fan and asked, “Is he okay now?”


Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: “It’s not that easy.”


Immediately, Zhang Fan also looked up and asked, “How long has it been?”


“Fifty-nine minutes,” said the doctor nearby, checking the time.


“Oh, about time.” Zhang Fan got up, threw down his phone, walked over to Dong Shang, and with a swift movement of his hands, suddenly pulled out the silver needles from Dong Shang’s body.


Instantly, the black blood surged even more fiercely.


Seeing such a scene, a group of doctors felt a chill down their spines.


Dong Shang was already very weak, and now with so much black blood flowing, could he die of excessive blood loss?


Thinking this, a cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the group of doctors.


“Go wash the old man!”


Zhang Fan said, then took out his phone again and resumed his game.


Seeing this scene, the cold sweat on the doctors’ foreheads instantly became the size of beans.


However, they also hurried and carefully lifted the old man and walked him toward the bathroom.


Ten minutes later, the old man was carried back, and Ouyang Li and Hua Jian, seeing the fading dark bruises on the old man, were overjoyed.


“Xiao Fan, is he cured now?” Ouyang Li asked.


Zhang Fan shook his head: “Far from it.”


Immediately, Zhang Fan lifted his hand, took out a set of silver needles, and began inserting them into Dong Shang again.


Half an hour later, Zhang Fan removed the silver needles, grabbed paper and pen, and began writing furiously.


He wrote a full twenty pages, each densely packed with words.


“A twenty-day healing course, follow the instructions, take the old man out in the morning to soak up some sun, and if there are still issues, come find me,” Zhang Fan said as he took his phone, continued playing his game, and walked out the door.


“What?”


The room full of people, including Gao Yuan, were baffled.


That’s it?


“Damn, must you be so casual about this?”


Gao Yuan took a quick step forward, snatched the prescription Zhang Fan had written, and scanned it swiftly as if his eyes were shooting electricity.


“How is it?”


Ouyang Li hurriedly came over and asked.


“God, to think one could even concoct medicine this way.”


Having looked at the first prescription, excitement was prominently plastered across Gao Yuan’s face.


Over eighty types of herbs, and moreover, so many of them are highly poisonous!


Is it really safe to mix medicine like this?


“I can’t say for sure, we can only see the effect after the medicine has been taken.”


Gao Yuan said, after all, he had witnessed Zhang Fan’s bizarre methods.


Zhang Dongyang’s hand, Ye Yanran’s illness, and Weng Shuang’s disease were all cured by Zhang Fan.


However, Dong Shang’s current condition stumped every famous doctor in Capital City, even all over Huaxia, despite countless conferences being held.


Neural atrophy, muscle wasting, and organ hemorrhage—of these three, they could only address muscle wasting, but were clueless about the other two.


Moreover, the prerequisite for treating muscle wasting was for Dong Shang to regain consciousness.


Yet, Dong Shang’s neural atrophy meant that he simply couldn’t wake up.


How the hell are we supposed to cope with that!


Now you’re telling me, you spent less than two hours and just prescribed a bunch of medicines, and that’s it?


Though every prescription sheet contained nearly a hundred herbs, did you truly resolve the issue of their conflicting medicinal properties?


Seeing Zhang Fan coming out and standing at the doorway, Dong Qing and his group quickly approached him.


“Elder Zhang Fan?


Is my grandfather all right?” Dong Qing eagerly asked.


“Ah.” Zhang Fan sighed and then slipped his phone into his pocket.


However, seeing such an expression on Zhang Fan’s face, Dong Qing and his group were stunned like statues.


Could it be that Grandpa really was beyond help?


In a blink of an eye, everyone’s expressions darkened.


If Grandpa couldn’t make it, it would be a huge blow to the Dong Family, as there were many business dealings they simply couldn’t handle without him.


“Why those faces?” Zhang Fan asked.


Dong Qing shook his head and then said to the people beside him, “Prepare for the aftermath, and inform Grandpa’s old friends to come and see him one last time.”


Zhang Fan was stunned.


“Hey, what are you all doing?


I didn’t say your grandpa was gone yet.”


Hearing Zhang Fan’s words, the entire Dong Family’s expressions dramatically changed.


However, Dong Qing, disbelieving, stared at Zhang Fan: “Elder Zhang Fan, you mean, my grandpa is all right?”


Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: “I intervened, what could possibly go wrong?”


“Then why the sigh and the shaking of your head?” The people from the Dong Family exclaimed.


Zhang Fan then realized, “What are you thinking?


I was just playing a game.


My teammates are so bad, one person can’t save the world!”


“Pfft!”


The group felt a sweetness in their throats, almost spewing blood.


Damn it, you still feel like playing games at this time?


Fucking hell, don’t you know that the families of patients dread doctors shaking their heads and sighing?


“But getting back to it, your grandpa was poisoned.


Someone in your Dong Family must be eager to see him dead sooner,” Zhang Fan said gravely.


“What?”


“Poisoned?”


Even Ouyang Li and Hua Jian in the room exclaimed in shock.


“Yes, otherwise, how could your grandpa’s body be in such a condition?


Plus, this poison is a chronic one; he must have been poisoned for over a year now,” Zhang Fan stated.


“A year?”


Dong Qing and his group’s eyes blazed with intense killing intent.


Someone had actually poisoned Grandpa!