Wonderful Immortal Doctor

The nursing home where Mrs. Qian is staying is said to be a nursing home, but it is actually a series of independent luxury villas equipped with first-class medical facilities and medical staff.

Chen Wanli followed the Qian family's housekeeper through the door, and a pungent smell of medicine came to his face.

Qian Bingkun was reprimanding a group of experts and senior management of the nursing home with an ugly face.

"Didn't you say that as long as the medicine and equipment are in place, my wife can be cured?"

Qian Bingkun, who has never changed his color after experiencing life and death countless times, is now worried.

For his wife, he retired from the world.

For his wife, he devoted himself to doing good deeds and accumulating virtue.

But I didn't expect that I couldn't keep it in the end.

He was once unfazed when a mountain collapsed in front of him, but now his eyes were full of fear and uneasiness.

From the young couple to now, Mrs. Qian has spent half a century with him.

Dean Lu's face was full of embarrassment: "We... underestimated Madam's condition."

Qian Bingkun completely lost his patience and kicked over the equipment next to the bed.

"Useless trash!"

"Who patted his chest and promised me that his life would be renewed? Who is it?"

He pointed at everyone angrily, his body trembling.

"I spent so much money, you gave me whatever you asked for, and now you tell me the result?"

"Do you think I, Qian Bingkun, am a Kaizi?"

"Let me tell you, if something happens to Ruping, you will all be buried with her!"

Qian Bingkun looked like a madman, staring at the dean and several experts with blood-red eyes.

Dean Lu sighed and could only take the experts to discuss.

Qian Bingkun was in a bad mood, so he took out a cigarette and lit it. The housekeeper stepped forward and comforted him:

"Master Qian, don't worry, Master Songpa Shan is already on his way."

"Also, Mr. Chen just came to see you."

Qian Bingkun followed the butler's gaze and saw Chen Wanli, frowning slightly.

On weekdays, people who come to his door for no reason usually come to ask him for help.

Subconsciously, I just thought that Chen Wanli came to "beg for alms" because of a casual relationship.

Just when he was upset, Qian Bingkun felt unhappy for no reason.

The good impression I had at Tianyuan Pavilion disappeared in an instant.

Qian Bingkun ordered his men: "Go tell him and let him talk about it another day. I'm very busy!"

Before he finished speaking, there were rapid footsteps at the door.

"Master Songpa Shan is here!" His hand was overjoyed.

Qian Bingkun put out his cigarette butt and eagerly led people to greet him.

Chen Wanli didn't mind Qian Bingkun's coldness. After all, his wife was about to die, and it was human nature to have emotions.

At this time, a dark-skinned man walked into the door. He looked very Southeast Asian.

The dark-skinned man is short and skinny. He is wearing distinctive Siamese clothing with tiger patterns embroidered on his chest.

The eyes were lifeless and eerie. There was a sheer aura of death all over his body.

Like a corpse dug out of a tomb.

Just looking at it makes people feel chilled all over.

Behind him was a rich man in a suit with a smile on his face, it was Wang Sheng, the middleman.

Wang Sheng is from Xiangjiang. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Qian Bingkun: "Master Qian, this is Master Songpa Shan!"

"He can definitely solve Mrs. Qian's illness!"

Qian Bingkun looked at Songpa Shan, his eyes full of vigilance and involuntary expectation.

"Are you sure you can cure my wife's illness?"

Songpa Shan glanced at Mrs. Qian on the hospital bed and said coldly and in broken Chinese:

"Although I don't know how to see a doctor, I can save Mrs. Qian's life."

"I'm here so no one else needs it."

Wang Sheng laughed twice and said to Qian Bingkun: "Mr. Qian, drive the rest of the people away! Don't disturb Mr. Songpashan from casting spells!"

The doctor at the scene had a hard look on his face. He didn’t know where this Songpa Shan came from. It didn’t look like he had a serious background at all.

If you don’t know how to treat illnesses, how can you save lives?

Chen Wanli frowned slightly and murmured. His clothes were decorated with tiger stripes. The person coming was a head-dressing master.

There are many records about lowering the head in the Immortal Medical Scripture.

The origin of the head-lowering technique is the voodoo technique of the Miao border. It was spread to Southeast Asia and combined with Buddhism there to warm up the evil technique.

Azans and monks in white clothes should be more upright. Many people in China ask to raise Gumantong through them.

The Songpa Shan in front of him was obviously a black-clad Azan.

They raise imps, curse, and refine corpses, all following extremely vicious and sinister ways.

Chen Wanli also didn't expect that Qian Bingkun would invite such a person.

Dean Lu frowned, hesitated and said, "Mr. Qian, please forgive me for talking too much, but feudal superstition is not advisable!"

The other experts also nodded and agreed.

"Yes, Mr. Qian, you must not seek medical treatment if you are in a hurry!"

“If casting magic could cure diseases, wouldn’t it have become a joke after we have been practicing for decades!”

Although doctors don’t know the origin of Songpa Shan, using magic to cure diseases is a proper feudal superstition!

Seeing everyone's doubts, Songpa Shan's eyes flashed fiercely.

Wang Sheng quickly stood up. He was the matchmaker between Songpashan and Qian Bingkun, and he hoped that this business would be successful.

He glanced at the doctors present and sneered:

"You guys are either ignorant or ill-informed. Are you afraid that Mr. Sompashan will steal your jobs?!"

Dean Lu said angrily: "What did you say?"

"You are trash!" Wang Sheng looked at Dean Lu fearlessly: "A group of experts and awesome doctors consulted and came up with a treatment plan?"

Everyone was left speechless!

Wang Sheng said proudly: "Compared with useless experts like you, Master Songpa Shan is a god."

"Songpa Shan is a household name in Siam. He is also well-known in the entertainment industry in China!"

"You know the queen of heaven, Niu Mi, right? When her marriage failed and she was in bad luck, it was Master Songpa Shan who helped her change the situation. Now the sun is at its peak, red and purple!"

"Best actor Hua's daughter is terminally ill, and Master Sompashan solved the problem. Now she is alive and well and doing very well."

"You trash, are you worthy enough to question Master Somprashan? Ridiculous!"

"It's not just what you say. Who knows if it's true or false?" Dean Lu snorted.

Wang Sheng wanted to say something else, but Songpa Shan gently pressed his shoulder to stop him, with a cold and arrogant look on his face:

"Then I'll show you what I'm capable of!"

Woo! As soon as Songpa Shan finished speaking, a dark wind blew inexplicably in the room, which was terrifying.

Immediately afterwards, a black light flashed in Songpa Shan's eyes, and he grasped the air with his hand, and his five fingers saw a flash of black arrogance.

Later, Mrs. Qian on the hospital bed was pulled by an inexplicable force to sit up and slowly opened her eyes.

The scene was deathly silent! Everyone was stunned.

Songpa Shan looked around at everyone with disdain: "What are my abilities?"

As he spoke, he loosened his fingers, opened his eyes, and Mrs. Qian slowly lay down again.

All the doctors and experts looked at each other, no one could refute.

Facts speak louder than words.

In the past few days, they have tried their best to revive Madam.

Unexpectedly, when Songpa Shan casually grabbed him, he sat up!

Qian Bingkun seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and looked at Songpashan anxiously: "Master, can my wife be saved?"

Songpa Shan put his hands behind his back and looked like a master: "Yes, the secret method is to summon the soul!"

"Madam's loss of vitality is caused by the loss of two of the three souls out of the seven."

"As long as the soul is summoned, Mrs. Ling can live for three more years, but there is a chance of dementia."

The doctors present looked at each other in shock.

With Mrs. Qian's current condition, it would be a miracle to live another three months.

Dean Lu shook his head in disapproval: "How can it be so easy? There are gains and losses."

"The Head-Lowering Master is so amazing, what else do we doctors need to do?"

Qian Bingkun was also very hesitant. He didn't want his wife to lose her mind, but compared to losing her mind, he couldn't accept the death of his beloved.

Chen Wanli on the side frowned slightly.

Songpashan said that Mrs. Qian's three souls, seven souls and three souls are correct.

But Mrs. Qian's soul has dispersed, and there are only two ancient techniques recorded in the Immortal Medicine Scripture that can cure her.

He wasn't even [-]% sure. How could a mere surrender master do it?

Chen Wanli had just felt the breath of the "Infant Soul" and guessed that Songpa Shan was preparing to be possessed by the little ghost he raised.

If Qian Bingkun agreed, Mrs. Qian would live for three years, but she would be a human being and a ghost.

Life is better than death!