Urban ancient fairy doctor

Ye Bufan drove all the way and soon arrived at Shenbei City.

This place was built entirely on Shennongjia, mainly to develop tourism. Although the city is not big, it looks very prosperous.

According to his idea, he could rest here for one night and rush to the Shennongjia Tiankeng tomorrow. It would be enough time.

Three cars entered the city. He didn't drive very fast, letting the few people in the car enjoy the scenery of this small town.

There was a signal light post in front of him. Ye Bufan slowly slowed down, and at this moment an old man suddenly jumped out.

He quickly braked and stopped the car, still two meters away.

The old man was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting him to react so quickly, but it did not affect his next actions at all.

He just lay on the ground and crawled forward, as if he was exploding a bunker, he came to the front of the car, and then bumped into the Range Rover's anti-collision beam.

"Oh, come and see, we hit someone, killed someone!"

It has to be said that although this old man is a bit older and his body looks relatively thin, he is really full of energy and his shouts are loud enough, and they can be heard within a hundred meters in an instant.

Nalan Yujia's eyes widened, he looked at the old man in front of him, and asked inexplicably: "Xiaofan, what is he doing?"

Hu Yaoyao was also very surprised: "It was obviously this old man who hit our car, why did he still shout that he hit someone?"

Although Lu Xueman said nothing, he still looked puzzled.

The three of them came from the Kunlun Continent, so naturally they had never seen such a thing as touching porcelain.

"This is called touching porcelain. Come on, I'll take you down to learn more."

As Ye Bufan opened the car door, he couldn't help but think of the time when he met Qin Chuchu. Maybe the old man had also encountered some difficulties in life, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy in his heart.

When he came to the car, he glanced at the old man lying on the ground and asked kindly: "Old man, are you okay?"

As the saying goes, a thief has a guilty conscience. This old man didn't know what he was doing, especially with such a luxury car. He was afraid that a mercenary owner would come down and beat him up.

Seeing Ye Bufan speaking kindly, and seeing the beautiful and kind women following him, I suddenly felt confident.

"How could it be okay? I was hit by your car and I am now dizzy and in pain all over. I will have to stay in the hospital for at least a year or two..."

This old man was obviously a veteran. He spoke in a string of words, with a painful expression on his face and kept howling several times.

Nalan Yujia and others were confused. They clearly hadn't met the old man at all, so why were they screaming so miserably?

Ye Bufan has already seen that this old man is different from when he had no choice but to meet Ci'er, but he still feels pity for him, after all, he is old.

"Tell me, how do you want to handle it?"

"What else can I do? Give me money!" The old man rolled his eyes, then stretched out a slap, "At least five thousand yuan, otherwise today's matter will not be finished."

At this moment, nearly a hundred people had gathered around to watch the excitement, and they were all in an uproar when they heard the price.

Everyone could see what was going on, and some even knew the old man.

Generally speaking, you only need 3,200 to touch porcelain, but this guy asked for 5,000.

"Can."

Ye Bufan agreed without hesitation. Five thousand yuan was nothing to him. Seeing that the old man was so old, he regarded it as a favor.

After saying that, he reached into his pocket and took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills, a total of ten thousand yuan.

"Old man, take all these and rest at home more often. Don't come out if you have nothing to do."

Seeing that he asked for five thousand but was given ten thousand, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up as he stared at the stack of banknotes.

It seems that I met a big fat sheep today. I had less money before. No, I can't ask for such a small amount of money and I have to ask for more.

He grabbed the stack of banknotes in his hand, and then shouted: "These are the money for the examination, as well as the follow-up nutrition fees, nursing fees, and work loss fees. You can just give me another five hundred thousand."

After he said this, the eyes of everyone around him were shattered.

"Nima, is this old man crazy? He wants five hundred thousand from me. Is he made of gold?"

"I think so. This is a porcelain attack that damaged my head. I dare to ask for any price..."

"Don't you see? He regards this young man as a big fat sheep..."

People around him were talking a lot. In the beginning, they were just enjoying the show, but now many people are angered by the old man's greed.

Ye Bufan's eyes were cold. In fact, for him now, there is not much difference between ten thousand and one million.

But money is one thing, treating others as fools is another. He can sympathize with the old man, but he cannot condone his greed.

"are you sure?"

When he caught his gaze, the old man was frightened, but he still yelled: "Of course I'm sure, get the money quickly.

Otherwise, I will raise the price later. If you don’t have one million, you won’t be able to leave Shenbei City! "

"In this case, then this ten thousand is not suitable for you, so you should take it back from me."

After Ye Bufan finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, and the stack of banknotes in the old man's hand fell into his hand again.

He is not the Holy Mother. Since the other party is so greedy, then don't ask for a penny.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Seeing the duck flying away, the old man became furious.

"Hurry up and give me five hundred thousand. If you lose even one cent, you won't be able to leave today?"

Ye Bufan said coldly, "Really? Then I want to see how you kept me!"

"You asked for this. Five hundred thousand won't be enough when my son comes."

The old man clapped his hands and shouted around, "Son, come out."

At this moment, there were hundreds of people watching. Everyone looked into the crowd and saw three tall young people walking in.

These three guys had stern eyebrows, each wore a big gold chain around their necks, and their bodies were covered in tattoos. At first glance, they looked like they were not good-natured people.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

The leader, the wolf-headed tattoo, asked.

The old man looked proud: "This guy hit me with his car, and he still won't pay me."

The wolf head tattoo turned his head and looked over, and when he saw an unfamiliar face, he immediately felt more confident.

The guy reached out and took out a dagger from his waist: "Boy, if you want money or life, please hand over the money quickly if you know how to do it."

Ye Bufan's expression turned cold, and he was about to get angry when suddenly a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Then let me ask you, money or life. This old man touched my car and delayed me for so long. I don't want to give him more than one million."

Everyone present was shocked. Is this young man crazy?

As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. At this time, it is enough not to give money. But you still ask for money. Isn't this asking for death?

Wolf Head Tattoo was stunned for a moment, and then sneered.

"Boy, you, a foreigner, still dare to ask me for money? I really don't know who gave you the courage?"

"Do you really think I'm a foreigner?"

Ye Bufan smiled jokingly, "I'm telling you, my brother will be here soon. If I don't pay him now, you won't be able to leave later."

The wolf head tattoo smiled contemptuously: "Okay, where is your brother? Call me over and take a look."

He was already sure that the other party was a foreigner and didn't take it to heart at all.

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a rapid sound of engines, and seven or eight off-road vehicles drove over.

Amidst the harsh sound of brakes, twenty or thirty gangsters covered in tattoos jumped out.

Each one held a steel pipe baseball bat in his hand, looking menacing and murderous.