240: Chapter 240 I Would Rather Not Have This Cannon (First Update) 240: Chapter 240 I Would Rather Not Have This Cannon (First Update) “So, I do believe in Zhang Fan,” said Ding Yang.
“Although I don’t understand where his medical skill comes from, the fact remains.”
“Senior, it was Zhang Fan who healed your hand, wasn’t it?”
Zhang Dongyang nodded emphatically, “I was injured while serving in the army, which led to my discharge.
I visited countless hospitals in Capital City, to no avail.
Zhang Dongyang raised his hand, clenched a fist, and viciously smashed it down on the table.
Instantly, the table shattered.
The crowd gasped in shock.
Damn, that’s a solid wood table about six centimeters thick.
F*ck me, one punch and it’s done for – this kid’s old man is seriously someone you don’t want to mess with.
Every magnate present had a couple of tough bodyguards, but ?
Hell no, they just couldn’t do it.
Suddenly, everyone started eyeing Zhang Dongyang.
If he could be their bodyguard…
Weng Shuang’s face showed disbelief.
As the deputy director of the city, she naturally couldn’t be fooled.
Moreover, with eight special officers seriously injured, a simple investigation would confirm it.
Could this kid really cure his own illness?
That’s not right, what kind of method can actually heal diseases?
I didn’t lie to you,” said Zhang Fan, spreading his hands.
Weng Shuang’s expression fluctuated, her eyes lingering on Zhang Fan.
After a moment’s thought, her face flushed as she hesitantly asked, “Is there really no other way?”
Zhang Fan shook his head, “With my current medical skill, this is the only solution I can think of.”
Weng Shuang’s face flushed even more as she asked in a low voice, “Can’t someone else do it instead?”
This matter, only I can handle it,” replied Zhang Fan.
“Hmph, you’re not trying to trick me, are you?” Weng Shuang huffed, her voice tinged with coquettish anger.
After all, the method of healing was just too…
“Then go try somebody else,” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.
“Hmph, pervert,” Weng Shuang snorted coldly, then fell into deep thought.
To heal or not to heal?
Or should she seek someone else out to try?
“Shuang’er, what exactly is this healing method?
Come on, tell us all about it,” urged Qin Shuang.
Weng Shuang’s face turned crimson again, “Aunt Qin, please don’t ask.”
“Come on, Weng Shuang, spill it,” a few older women clamored, equally curious.
Could Ye Yan’s illness really be cured?
Weng Yufeng was dumbfounded, he clambered up from the floor, looking at Zhang Fan in disbelief, and then, with an excited face, he approached, “Brother, you must cure my sister.
Name your price, money is no object.”
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes; this wasn’t about money.
“Weng Yufeng, get lost,” Weng Shuang immediately snapped, her teeth clenched as she pointed at Weng Yufeng and shouted coldly.
Weng Yufeng hastily ran over, “Sis, don’t despair .
Look at you now; nobody wants you for marriage.
You’ve got to live a more splendid life, don’t give up on being treated, sis.
You’re the only sister I have.”
Weng Shuang bit her teeth, fury reaching its peak, and she stomped directly on Weng Yufeng’s foot.
“Ah, sister, you’re murdering me!
God, how did I end up with a sister like you?
Oh my, what sins did I commit in my last life?” Weng Yufeng wailed in pain.
Weng Shuang’s expression shifted uncertainly.
Indeed, just as Weng Yufeng said, in the entire S city, who didn’t know she was bad luck for husbands?
Those men, upon seeing her, were more scared than if they had seen a ghost.
I won’t be able to get married .
Since I can’t get married, why not live a more exciting life like Weng Yufeng suggested.
“Alright, I promise you, but it has to be a month from now.
If I’m not better by then, I’ll die at your doorstep,” Weng Shuang said resolutely to Zhang Fan.
This time it was Zhang Fan’s turn to be surprised.
Wo cao, did Black Rose just agree to me?
But why wait a month?
“Shuang’er, you have to think this through!” Ye Yanran glared fiercely at Zhang Fan and stood beside Weng Shuang as she spoke.
“You foolish girl, how can you speak like that?
Isn’t Shuang’er your best friend?
Don’t you hope for her to get better?” Qin Shuang glared at Ye Yanran.
At that moment, Ye Yanran felt so aggrieved she wanted to die.
Mom, if you knew the way Zhang Fan, that bastard, heals, you would be shocked.
Weng Shuang smiled resolutely: “I’ve made up my mind.
My life is worse than death right now, I might as well try it.
If it works, I’ll start traveling the world.”
“Ah, you!” Ye Yanran sighed, but then immediately glared fiercely at Zhang Fan again.
“If Shuang’er isn’t cured, I’ll chop you up.”
Zhang Fan felt a chill down his spine, and at that moment, he also had some regrets.
Especially Weng Shuang’s resolute expression, it gave him the impression she was prepared to face death.
If she really failed, Weng Shuang, the Black Rose, might actually commit suicide at his front door.
Damn it, Flower Protection System, don’t mess things up for me.
I’d rather not hit this shot.
“Kid, are you confident?” Zhang Dongyang quickly asked.
As someone who had been on the brink of life and death, he could see the determination in Weng Shuang’s eyes.
Zhang Fan gritted his teeth.
At this moment, he had no choice but to trust the Flower Protection System.
After all, it had never let him down before.
“Absolutely, if I can’t cure her, I’ll die with her,” Zhang Fan swore.
Damn, I’m betting my life on this!
“Tsk, what’s all this about dying, stop talking nonsense,” Qin Shuang quickly scolded.
Weng Shuang’s somber eyes suddenly brightened when she heard Zhang Fan’s words.
“If you can’t cure me, will you really die with me?”
Zhang Fan raised his hand: “I swear, if I can’t heal you, I’ll hang myself with a rope!”
Weng Shuang felt a stir in her heart.
Hearing Zhang Fan’s oath, she felt an unexpectedly throbbing sensation.
“Hmph, rogue,” Weng Shuang quickly snorted and then turned to leave.
“Hey, sis, don’t run so fast, strenuous exercise will make you overheat,” Weng Yufeng quickly said, then ran out after her.
Watching Weng Shuang run off for reasons unknown, a group of wealthy businessmen also became excited.
“Young brother Zhang Fan, my old man got cancer last year, do you have a treatment?” a middle-aged man approached with a glint of hope in his eyes.
“Yeah, young brother, are you free?
I would like to discuss something with you privately,” a middle-aged couple also came up to him and hurriedly said.
“That’s right, young brother, name your price, I can afford tens of millions,” another person added.
Seeing countless people crowding around, Zhang Fan also felt overwhelmed.
If the Flower Protection System’s healing methods are all this aggressive, using them on a bunch of old men and women…
people could die from that.