Murano Momo is a cunning doctor

After a slap, Zhu Zhenshan felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

It seems that the depression of the past few days has dissipated a little with this crisp sound.

"Clap clap clap!"

After several slaps, Li Caifeng reacted. She raised her palm and was about to fight back when she met Zhu Zhenshan's crazy eyes.

Li Caifeng's heart tightened, knowing that Zhu Zhenshan was serious. After all, the Zhu family was still under his control.

If Zhu Zhenshan was really beaten in public, she couldn't imagine how Zhu Zhenshan would deal with her afterwards.

So, she slowly lowered her arms.

What followed was a storm of slaps.

In a short time, Li Caifeng was beaten until her head was swollen into a pig's head, and blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth.

"Stop."

Jiang Xiaochuan waved his feather fan and said.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Zhenshan seemed to have eaten Xuanmai and couldn't stop at all.

It wasn't until Li Caifeng could hold on no longer and sat down on the ground that she stopped what she was doing.

"Taoist Priest, are you satisfied?"

Zhu Zhenshan gasped and said in a loud voice.

"so so."

Yawning, Jiang Xiaochuan glanced at Li Caifeng and chuckled, "If I had known better, I would have followed Mrs. Zhu's advice. I think it will be more exciting than this!"

Being teased by Jiang Xiaochuan, Li Caifeng did not dare to make any mistakes. Like a defeated chicken, she covered her face and lowered her head in frustration.

Seeing that the fuss was almost over, Jiang Xiaochuan asked someone to open the cell door and walk out.

Seeing that Jiang Xiaochuan no longer made things difficult, Zhu Zhenshan breathed a sigh of relief and said in an urgent voice: "Please follow me, Taoist Priest."

"Not urgent."

Jiang Xiaochuan stopped and gave Zhu Zhenshan a vaccination, "I can diagnose and treat him again, but during the diagnosis and treatment, everything must be according to my instructions. If the Zhu family master can't do it, I think there is no need for diagnosis and treatment."

Hearing this, Zhu Zhenshan nodded repeatedly. He knew that Zhu Wen's life was now in the hands of the person in front of him, so he naturally did not dare to have any objections.

"And that ten million..."

"Don't worry, I've already sent people to prepare."

The two walked while talking, and soon arrived in front of Zhu Wen's room.

When he heard that there was no more movement inside, Zhu Zhenshan's face turned pale and he hurriedly opened the door.

At this time, Zhu Wen's upper body was twitching and his lips were purple. He was breathing too much out and not taking in enough air.

Jiang Xiaochuan walked up to Zhu Wen, put his hand to touch his pulse for a moment, shook his head and took his hand back, with regret in his eyes.

Noticing Jiang Xiaochuan's expression, Zhu Zhenshan's face was ashen. Due to his own reasons, he was no longer able to have children, and he only had this child.

If Zhu Wen is gone, who can inherit him even if he conquers thousands of miles of empire?

"Taoist Master, how is my son?"

Zhu Zhenshan asked with a trembling voice.

"Can't die."

Jiang Xiaochuan said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Zhu Zhenshan was overjoyed. Just when the boulder in his heart was about to fall to the ground, Jiang Xiaochuan's voice sounded again:

"He won't die, but he has to cut out the pathogen, otherwise he won't survive tomorrow."

"Then cut it quickly!"

Zhu Zhenshan hurriedly urged, "Do you want my help?"

Seeing Zhu Zhenshan's eager look, Jiang Xiaochuan sneered in his heart.

Just now, he deliberately showed regret on his face, just to make Zhu Zhenshan despair and then give him hope. Under this huge inner contrast, it would be much easier to accept the request again.

After all, there is hope while alive, which is what everyone yearns for.

Originally, he did not want to use such a test of human nature to deal with the Zhu family and his son, but the law of the jungle is always the only law of survival.

If he felt compassion today, then maybe he would be the one who died!

"Now that Master Zhu has made up his mind, I won't hesitate any longer. Bring me the knife!"

As Jiang Xiaochuan finished speaking, a thug with great discernment took out a dagger from his waist and handed it over.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhenshan was a little confused. In his impression, removing some infected things requires anesthesia and surgery, so there is no way to cut directly with a knife.

He quickly stopped him, "Sir, wait a minute, let me have someone purchase medical equipment before we start!"

"It's just an inch or two, why bother!"

Jiang Xiaochuan pointed at Zhu Wen's crotch with the knife, and then rolled up his sleeves.

"what?"

Zhu Zhenshan's eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He never expected that the pathogen Jiang Xiaochuan mentioned was actually a treasure passed down from generation to generation of the Zhu family!

"Absolutely not!"

Zhu Zhenshan stood between the two of them, preventing Jiang Xiaochuan from taking action.

"Master Zhu needs to think clearly."

Jiang Xiaochuan rubbed the back of the knife with his hand and reminded him coldly, "If you hadn't made the wrong decision just now and missed the best time for treatment, Master Zhu would be fine now."

"Now, you made another mistake and killed him, but it had nothing to do with Pindao!"

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Zhenshan almost collapsed on the ground, but he was a very traditional person. If the incense was really cut off from him, then how could he have the face to meet his ancestors?

Just when Zhu Zhenshan was in a dilemma, Jiang Xiaochuan quietly transferred a wisp of domineering spiritual energy into Zhu Wen's body.

In an instant, Zhu Wen let out a shrill cry and fainted.

Seeing this, Zhu Zhenshan also knew that there was no need to delay, so he had to move his steps in despair and let Jiang Xiaochuan take action.

While Zhu Zhenshan was absent-minded, Jiang Xiaochuan hurriedly asked a member of the Zhu family to dig out the things.

Then, the hand raised the knife and fell.

From then on, there was one more sad person in China.

A bloody arrow hit Zhu Zhenshan's face, waking him up.

Seeing Zhu Wen's miserable appearance, Zhu Zhenshan's heart was filled with sadness.

In his heart, from this moment on, the Zhu family was finished, completely finished.

His ambitions collapsed at this moment. Fame, wealth, status, enemies and friends seemed not to be that important anymore.

He was even thinking that if Jiang Xiaochuan could let him go, he would be willing to give up his rights to the Butcher Knife Society and live in seclusion in the mountains and forests.

But this is just his idea, unknown to outsiders, not even Jiang Xiaochuan.

Seeing Zhu Zhenshan motionless, all the Zhu family members lowered their heads. They knew that Zhu Zhenshan was moody.

The Taoist priest in front of me will probably die in an ugly way!

But what everyone didn't expect was that Zhu Zhenshan just took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face.

Immediately, he took out a prepared bank card and handed it to Jiang Xiaochuan. From then on, he did not do anything excessive.

Jiang Xiaochuan only regarded him as the calm before the storm. After taking the card, he took back the spiritual energy.

Zhu Wen can't die yet, at least not now.

After doing this, Jiang Xiaochuan picked up the thing with a knife and said solemnly: "This thing is a pathogen, contains many toxins, and is also contagious. It needs to be dealt with immediately. Which of you will do it?"

After Jiang Xiaochuan said this, everyone stepped back. Whoever dared to move would be infected.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiaochuan chuckled, and then ordered someone to get a container to hold it.

"In that case, it's up to me to use people's money to eliminate disasters for others!"

With that said, Jiang Xiaochuan looked at Zhu Zhenshan.