"Ah, comfortable..."
Zhu Rong sighed, his old face filled with curiosity, "Xiao Fan, what about my old injuries now?"
"Much better, almost healed. We'll just need some medicinal conditioning from here on out!"
"Marvelous! What kind of technique is this?" Zhu Rong asked, his surprise brimming with curiosity.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "The ancients had Hua Tuo scraping bones to cure wounds, and now I, Chen Fan, draw blood to expel the persistent ailments!"
What did that mean, Zhu Rong and the others understood in an instant.
Of course, there was one person present who doubted, and that was Qiangwei. She approached Zhu Rong and asked softly, "Elder Zhu, can it really be alright?"
"This kind of technique is truly..."
Zhu Rong raised his hand to interrupt Qiangwei and said calmly, "Comparing Xiao Fan to Hua Tuo, can you imagine how skilled his medical art is?"
"Furthermore, do I not know the condition of my own body?"
Uh...
Qiangwei stood frozen, unable to speak!
Zhu Rong got out of bed and, without further ado, threw out three to five punches, whistling through the air, imbued with a powerful force!
Chen Fan immediately recognized the number of punches: Bajiquan!
After practicing for a few days, Zhu Rong was overjoyed, "Before, because of my old injuries, I couldn't even throw ten moves. Now I can! Xiao Fan, you are truly my benefactor!"
"Old Qiao, you've found a good grandson-in-law!"
Qiao Shanhe smiled leisurely, stroking his mustache, "Indeed. My discernment has always been excellent!"
Chen Fan was completely indifferent to the pronouncements of these two old men.
Just because they said grandson-in-law, it meant he was?
Chen Fan remained silent.
"Haha..." Zhu Rong chuckled uncontrollably and continued, "Xiao Fan, whatever you want, this old man can fulfill, as long as it's not too much!"
Chen Fan casually replied, "A true healer seeks no reward!"
After saying this, Chen Fan felt he was instantly two meters ninety tall, his aura soaring.
Full of gravitas!
Zhu Rong paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "As expected, he's no ordinary person!"
"Old Qiao, you've struck gold!"
"It's likely that before long, he'll transform from a dragon into a tiger!"
Qiao Shanhe casually mentioned, "What's the use of just talking nonsense here? Don't you need to show something?"
Zhu Rong heard this and shot Qiao Shanhe a displeased glance, "You old fellow, you were waiting for me here, weren't you?"
Qiao Shanhe smiled knowingly.
Zhu Rong continued, "Xiao Fan, are you interested in joining the army with me? I guarantee you'll be at the same level as Qiangwei within three years!"
Chen Fan glanced sideways at Qiangwei, "Not interested!"
Qiangwei noticed Chen Fan's gaze and felt that this scoundrel looked down on her!
She clenched her delicate fists.
Uh...
Zhu Rong hadn't expected Chen Fan to refuse so directly. He cleared his throat internally. He couldn't possibly save face by continuing to invite, so he looked at Qiao Shanhe and spread his hands, "Old Qiao, what do you think of this..."
Qiao Shanhe casually said, "Can't you try a different approach?"
"For example, the Fire God Token..."
Mentioning the Fire God Token, Zhu Rong's expression became unpredictable, "You old fellow, I knew you had ulterior motives!"
Of course, Zhu Rong didn't hide anything and directly took out the Fire God Token.
He handed it directly to Chen Fan.
"This Fire God Token allows you to move freely throughout Jiangnan Province, and it also signifies that this old man owes you three favors!"
Chen Fan looked at the thumb-sized, fire-red lacquered token, feeling a bit surprised.
He hadn't expected this small token to carry such weight!
However, he didn't politely refuse and directly pocketed it!
"Thank you, Elder Zhu!"
Not even a word of refusal?
Zhu Rong inwardly grumbled, but out of consideration for face, he didn't say much more...