Chapter 113

Gulu.

Hard to swallow saliva, Zhou Hua's face immediately changed, eyes immediately lost their look.

"Mr. Lin, can't I make it this year?"

It seems to be asking Lin Fan and himself that Zhou Hua is paralyzed in his chair.

"This year, my health has gone from bad to worse. I have been treated by many doctors. I can only rely on drugs every day."

With a heavy sigh, Zhou Hua said with a bitter smile: "although I thought I didn't live long, I didn't expect it would be so fast."

I can't make it this year.

The time range of this sentence is very wide. At the best, it may be the end of the year; at the worst, it may be tomorrow.

"Mr. Hua, if you don't get treatment, you can't make it this year." Nodding, Lin fan should say.

"Lin fan, you want to die. Don't say more."

Guo Yuyan, sitting next to him, quickly took Lin Fan's arm and said in a voice that only two people can hear: "no matter whether what you say is true or not, can't such things as death be euphemistic?"

Lin Fan was stunned and looked at Zhou Hua, who had lost his soul. This just reflected: "life, old age and death, this is the natural law of human beings. You don't have to worry too much about Hua Ye."

"Ha ha, Mr. Lin said so."

Breath out of his mouth, Zhou Hua's face squeezed out a smile: "Mr. Lin is not only powerful, but also knows medical skills. He is really young and promising."

As soon as the voice dropped, Zhou Hua suddenly opened his eyes and fixed his eyes on Lin fan.

Zhou Hua, who had just been scared and confused, didn't pay attention. Now Zhou Hua, who had come back to his mind, immediately remembered what Lin Fan Gang had just said.

If you don't treat it, you can't make it this year.

Lin Fan's tone seems to be telling trivial things. Does he know how to treat?

"Mr. Lin, you..." Thinking of this, Zhou Hua asked quickly.

"Well, I understand, and I can cure you."

Without waiting for Zhou Hua to say the following words, Lin Fan took over: "Lord Hua, your liver problem is caused by too much toxin accumulation. As long as you get rid of the toxin, it will be OK."

Can't believe to look at Lin fan, Zhou Hua's voice with bursts of trembling: "Lin, Mr. Lin, what you said is true?"

"It's true. I can treat you now."

Feeling Zhou Hua's excitement, Lin Fan motioned to the opposite Tiger: "find a pair of silver needles for me, and then fill a basin of water."

"Yes, Mr. Lin." The tiger walked away.

Excited! stunned! Uneasy!

All kinds of different emotions come to mind, and Zhou Hua's mind is full of five flavors.

Originally, he had no hope for his illness, but he turned around and heard that Lin Fan could be treated.

But can Lin Fan really cure his illness?

In order to cure the disease, Zhou Hua looked for famous doctors all over the country, but in the end, all of them failed. Most of those famous doctors are over 50 years old, but Lin fan is only 20 years old.

At this age, how much can you understand even if you know medical skills?

When there is despair, there is hope. When there is hope, it is full of fear.

At this moment Zhou Hua, in the heart incomparable suffering.

"Lord Hua, the treatment will be over soon. Don't have any psychological burden."

Taking the silver needle bag handed over by the tiger, Lin Fan took out the silver needle and pricked it on Zhou Hua's body.

Ten seconds later, five silver needles have been completely submerged.

With a flick, the hum rings and the red line is outlined.

"Mr. Hua, close your eyes and have a rest. Don't make any noise. Control your breathing rate."

"If you feel nauseous and nauseated, you can just vomit in the basin," Lin Fan told him