"Brother Fan! We are back!"

Just when everyone was waiting impatiently, a burst of noisy footsteps suddenly came from outside the auditorium, and then Chen Jianbin and three others ran into the central venue.【】

"Sorry to trouble you!"

Nie Fan smiled slightly, took a wooden box handed over by Chen Jianbin, and then said to them: "Since you are all here, don't go back in a hurry. Next, I will start treating Zhihan's disease, and you have to give me

Strike!"

"good!"

"No problem, Brother Fan!"

"Look at us!"

Hearing that Nie Fan was in need, Chen Jianbin and the others were very active. Under Nie Fan's instructions, the three of them carefully opened the wooden box and then placed the contents in front of Nie Fan one by one.

Seeing this scene, everyone in the venue stood up and their eyes widened, as if they wanted to see clearly what was contained in Nie Fan's wooden box.

Even many school directors and school leaders were no exception. Everyone was very curious about the strange wooden box in Nie Fan's hand.

I saw Nie Fan unhurriedly opening a package, then taking out more than ten porcelain bottles containing different medicinal liquids or powders, and arranging them in a strange order in front of him.

Then Nie Fan picked up a seemingly simple cloth bag, and after opening it, he found that there were neatly arranged golden needles inside. Each one was shining with golden light, which was really beautiful.

Seeing Nie Fan constantly taking out weird things from the wooden box, many people on the scene started whispering.

"What are those things Nie Fan is holding? They look weird!"

"Who knows! The things the weirdo uses are full of weirdness. He doesn't really think that these things can cure Fang Zhihan's disease, does he?"

"What an international joke! In my opinion, this guy is just bluffing. How can he cure diseases and save people?"

…

The sounds coming from the scene reached Nie Fan's ears verbatim, but he turned a deaf ear to them. Instead, he was focused on playing with the strange-looking items he took out of the wooden box.

"Bloodweed powder!"

"Ambergris Essence!"

"And this! Thirteen needles of gods and ghosts!"

Nie Fan picked up a set of golden needles wrapped in cloth, his expression solemn as never before. Others may not know the origin of this set of golden needles, but for Nie Fan, this set of golden needles can be said to be the most valuable item on his body.

.

The Thirteen Acupunctures of the Divine and Ghost are said to be a set of acupuncture techniques passed down by the miracle doctor Hua Tuo. This set of acupuncture techniques must be based on golden needles in order to display its unpredictable abilities. That is why it is called

Thirteen needles for gods and ghosts.

The thirteen needles of gods and ghosts left by the miracle doctor Hua Tuo, combined with the extraction of Zhumen's secret techniques, can produce even more unexpected effects.

This is a unique skill that Nie Fan learned from the old man with great difficulty. Under normal circumstances, he would never perform it easily.

On the one hand, he is afraid of spreading his special skills, and on the other hand, performing the Thirteen Needles of the Divine Ghost requires a lot of energy from the caster. This is not an easy task for Nie Fan, but after careful consideration, in order to completely cure Fang Zhihan

For the disease, he could only use the thirteen needles of gods and ghosts.

"Are you ready?"

Nie Fan immediately asked Chen Jianbin and the others. After seeing all three of them nodding, he took out one of the golden needles.

"Heat for half a minute, then dip into the liquid in the red pill bottle!"

"Okay Brother Fan!"

Chen Jianbin didn't say anything. He took the golden needle handed over by Nie Fan, carefully took out a lighter and heated it for half a minute, then put it into the porcelain bottle containing the red liquid.

“So pungent!”

And when Chen Jianbin opened the porcelain bottle containing the red liquid, a fishy and unpleasant smell immediately came out of it. This smell was a bit like the smell of rotting corpses, and a bit like durians that had been stored for a long time. In short, he was definitely not a normal person.

The smell is so bearable that one even wonders if the red potion in the porcelain bottle is about to expire!

Seeing the unbearable expressions on the faces of Chen Jianbin and the others, Nie Fan couldn't help but smile and said: "Be patient, that is the essence of century-old ambergris. Although it smells fishy and pungent, one drop is worth tens of thousands of dollars."

, if it breaks down, I won’t be able to afford the compensation even if I cut off all of your waists.”

"What?"

"One drop costs tens of thousands?"

"Or dollars?"

Chen Jianbin and the other three were completely dumbfounded. They thought Nie Fan was just joking, but after seeing the seriousness on Nie Fan's face, all three of them understood something.

Unexpectedly, such a smelly thing could be of such high value. At that moment, Chen Jianbin and the others no longer dared to be careless. Instead, they carefully held the porcelain bottle and immersed all the gold needles in the red potion.

Seeing the cautious look of Chen Jianbin and the others, Nie Fan couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he still warned: "The time of soaking the golden needle should not exceed five minutes. Take it out after the time is set. I will use it later!"

"Uh-huh!"

After learning the value of this bottle of ambergris essence, Chen Jianbin and the others seemed much more cautious. After all, holding a fragile item of unknown value in their hands still made the three of them feel great pressure.

"Next is the powder of blood velvet!"

Nie Fan unscrewed another porcelain bottle, which contained black powder similar to gunpowder. Nie Fan put the black powder in a mortar, then took out a sharp blade and pointed it at himself without hesitation.

My finger was cut off!

The blood flowed out instantly, and Nie Fan controlled the blood drops to drip on the blood velvet powder in the mortar, then picked up the hammer on the side and started grinding it carefully bit by bit.

Wow——

After witnessing Nie Fan's every move on the stage, the entire venue instantly became noisy.

What did they see?

I saw Nie Fan actually cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood into the mortar. What was he doing? Grinding medicinal powder?

Which normal person would drip his own blood into the powder while grinding it?

Isn't this a joke?

Everyone who saw this scene felt that Nie Fan was just trying to please others. In fact, he had no possibility or hope of curing Fang Zhihan.

What Nie Fan did is impossible to judge by common sense. He is a psychopath, and he is also a psychopath suffering from delusions!

His ears were filled with sounds of disdain and ridicule, but Nie Fan turned a deaf ear to them all. He stared closely at the mortar in his hand until his own blood completely dyed the powder of blood velvet red, then he wiped a handful of it.

The cold sweat on his forehead stopped what he was doing.

"Okay! Let's live together!"
Chapter completed!