I am the Almighty King of the City

Chapter 4 Goodwill

Ye Fan restrained his emotions, grabbed the old man's right hand, quickly squeezed the palm, and then squeezed from the palm to the fingertips.

After pinching all five fingers once, 10 minutes have passed.

Damn, why hasn't the ambulance arrived yet?
Ye Fan wiped the sweat from his head. Although this massage technique is simple, continuous finger pressure is still a little bit of a stretch for a student like him who has not received professional training.

His fingers were sore and numb now, and he was still trembling slightly.

Lan Qingqian saw everything in her eyes and said gratefully, "Thank you so much for today."

If Ye Fan hadn't appeared, she couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

"Goodwill +1." The system suddenly said.

Ye Fan was taken aback, and exchanged: "What is the value of goodwill?"

Data collation...

"Goodwill is the mysterious energy absorbed after helping others, which can be used to upgrade the system."

"The system can still be upgraded?!" Ye Fan was startled. He didn't expect the system to have room for improvement.

"Yes, the system upgrade will unlock more functions."

Ye Fan took a deep breath, what the hell, this is the rhythm of taking off.

"Cough, cough, cough." There was a slight coughing sound, and the old man slowly opened his eyes, "My dear granddaughter, help me up."

"Grandpa! You're awake!" Lan Qingqian cried out in surprise, and slowly helped the old man to sit up.

Ye Fan frowned and reminded: "Your illness has just been brought under control, so it's not appropriate to move."

"Yes, Grandpa, you lie on the chair first, the ambulance will be here soon." Lan Qingqian persuaded.

The old man waved his hand, broke away from Lan Qingqian's palm, and said with a smile: "Your grandpa is not that delicate, and the chair is too hard."

After finishing speaking, the old man turned his eyes to Ye Fan, grabbed Ye Fan's hand and said, "This little brother saved me."

"Goodwill +1."

Before Ye Fan could open his mouth, a white and clean fat man squeezed out from the crowd, panting and said: "It's him, it's him, you don't know, you didn't even realize it at the time, this boy said stop, I'll come! Then brush and brush, and your illness will be cured in a few strokes."

"Are you?" The old man looked at the fat man suspiciously.

"Look at how abrupt I am. I'm the owner of this store. I was terrified just now. It's not easy for me to open a small store. If something happens..."

"Goodwill +1."

Ye Fan understood that he had indirectly helped the boss escape. In places like hotels and guesthouses, if a human life was lost, the guests would feel unlucky and the business would be affected.

Does helping people get goodwill?Ye Fan fell into thought.

"Old man, you finally woke up!"

While enjoying themselves, a discordant voice suddenly sounded. The acupuncture young man did not leave. He originally wanted to see Ye Fan's jokes, but he did not expect the old man to be rescued by Ye Fan.

When a blind cat meets a dead mouse, it may be the effect of my silver needle.

The young acupuncture-moxibustion youth tidied up his appearance, approached the old man, and said with a smile, "Old man, in fact, I was the one who did acupuncture for you at first, and then this young man ran over and took my place."

"I am a professional doctor with a medical qualification certificate, and Qishou Zhang Sanzhen is my teacher."

Speaking of this, the young man showed complacency. Zhang Sanzhen is the most famous traveling doctor in Hua'an City. Zhang Sanzhen has cured many intractable diseases that cannot be cured by the city hospital, and the price is fair. Whether it is a high-ranking official Both dignitaries and ordinary people respect Zhang Sanzhen very much.

As soon as the young man spoke, the onlookers were in an uproar. Some people speculated: "Could it be that the silver needle just happened to work? That young man was just a coincidence..."

"It's very possible that Zhang Sanzhen's apprentice is not bad at medical skills. That young man is thick-skinned, and he wants to take the credit for himself at this time."

There was a smile on the corner of the young man's mouth, and the eyes of the crowd were discerning. Some words were said by themselves, but they were inferior.

The restaurant owner looked around and silently retreated to the crowd.

……

The sound of discussion came to his ears, and Ye Fan felt a little uncomfortable. Didn't the doctor see the curative effect?Can the disease be cured by great fame?

Lan Qingqian's eyes widened, and she retorted: "Obviously this gentleman cured my grandfather. You have also seen that when he used acupuncture, my grandfather's condition became worse and worse."

The young man explained: "Traditional Chinese medicine is like this. It takes a long time to take effect. It seemed that there was no effect just now. In fact, the old man has gradually healed inside."

"You're talking nonsense!" Lan Qingqian wanted to continue her theory.

"Don't talk about it." Ye Fan shook his head at Lan Qingqian, and then said goodbye: "Since your grandfather is out of danger now, then I won't bother you."

The young man glanced at Ye Fan inadvertently, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Hey, don't go." Lan Qingqian looked at Grandpa, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with him, stopped Ye Fan and said, "You can't go."

Ye Fan froze for a moment, and asked in confusion, "Why?"

Lan Qingqian said seriously: "If you leave, the matter will never be proven again."

"Is this important?"

"important."

Ye Fan turned around helplessly and complained: "I don't know what happened to me today. I originally wanted to have some barbecue with my friends, but I didn't expect to cause so many things."

Lan Qingqian covered her mouth and smirked, her eyes curved into crescent moons, "Thank you."

OK, worth it.

Ye Fan and Lan Qingqian returned to the arena side by side. Lan Qingqian walked up to Grandpa with firm eyes, "Grandpa, my eyes tell me that this gentleman cured your illness."

The old man smiled gratifiedly, the most important thing for a scholar is this persistent spirit.

I can be wrong, but you need to come up with something that convinces me.

"Good granddaughter, grandpa is fine. When you grow up, do what you want. Grandpa supports you."

After being affirmed by her grandfather, Lan Qingqian was silent for a moment, then faced the young man and bowed deeply.

The young man was puzzled and said, "What are you doing, girl? All I do are small things. I study medicine for the people. It's hard for me to do this, girl."

The young man tried his best to be neither humble nor overbearing, high-spirited, trying to attract Lan Qingqian's attention.

It's a pity that his actions are destined to be flirtatious to the blind.

Lan Qingqian pulled Ye Fan to the front of the young man, Ye Fan was a little confused, not knowing what Lan Qingqian wanted to do.

Seeing Ye Fan, the young man's expression changed, he stared at Ye Fan coldly, and said in a deep voice, "Didn't you leave? Why are you back again?"

The young man's eyes were fierce, and Ye Fan subconsciously wanted to look away, but then he thought about it, he took my credit, and now he still wants me to confess, how can there be such a reason in the world.

So, Ye Fan mustered all his strength, his eyes were as big as a bullfrog, and he successfully crushed his opponent in terms of strength.

A little girl was startled and burst into tears, insisting that Ye Fan looked like a little monster in a cartoon.

The little girl's mother comforted: "Don't be afraid, Niuniu, justice will eventually defeat evil."

The little girl stopped crying and nodded seriously, "Justice will definitely defeat evil."

Lan Qingqian found that the two were hostile to each other like a cockfight, she took a deep breath and said slowly: "I thank you for your help, but I have to respect the facts more."

"I am not capable enough to judge who is right and who is wrong, so I implore Mr. Zhang to come forward as a notary for this matter."

(End of this chapter)