Chapter 897 The Poor Monk Doesn't Care About Money

Snapped!

Pu Mingdai let out a scream, flew into the air, and spat out a mouthful of blood with his front teeth, staining the snow on the ground red. Pu Mingdai, who was rolling on the ground, only felt his face go numb, hot, and seemed to be swollen!

Pu Changming was also angry, and said angrily: "Master, is this the way you treat guests in China?"

But seeing Fangzheng sitting there tepidly, he casually took a sip from the water bowl beside him, and said with a faint smile: "Benefactor, don't get angry."

"Not angry?" If Park Changming hadn't seen that there were Chinese people all around him, he wouldn't be able to beat so many people alone, otherwise he would have done it long ago! Whoever changed his own disciple was beaten like this, he couldn't help it. Park Changming's eyes were about to burst into flames...

The red boy wiped his nose, and said carelessly: "Little guy, why are you excited? The slap just now is my unique method of abortion. It's just that my heat is not up to the mark, and I can't make it painless."

"Fart! You call this a unique method of abortion? This is beating! If you beat like this, you will be a ghost if it doesn't hurt!" Pu Mingdai covered his face, and his words leaked out.

Red Boy raised his eyebrows, and said: "Hey, don't you believe it, the same method, my master beat it, it will definitely not hurt! It can still have abortion, do you believe it?"

"I don't..." Pu Mingdai was about to say that he didn't believe it, but when he thought of the pain of that slap, he immediately shut up and dared not say it. I'm afraid that the other party will try it, but he will be the one who hurts!

Pu Changming frowned and said, "Master, since you said this is the method of abortion, what is in my disciple's stomach?"

"It's flowed, but it's not clean. I'm not very good at it, so I need to do it a few more times. If you don't believe me, go and check the pulse yourself, is it missing?" Hong Haier knew that Fangzheng couldn't lie, so he took the words directly replied.

Pu Changming frowned, looked at Fang Zheng, and Fang Zheng made a gesture of letting go.

Park Changming immediately ran over to feel the pulse of Pu Mingdai, and his brows instantly became Sichuan! As Honghaier said, there was indeed something missing in Pu Mingdai's stomach.

At this time, Fangzheng said, "There are five needles in the stomach, and now there are four left, right?"

Park Changming is not Fang Zheng, he can't see through all the diseases in the patient's body at a glance, even if he can feel the pulse. After all, taking the pulse and seeing a doctor is the experience summed up over thousands of years. But the ancestors have never seen anyone pregnant with five needles in thousands of years! Without this experience, Park Changming naturally couldn't figure out one, two, three. It just feels like something is missing. But he was unwilling to let him admit that he didn't get it out, so he just nodded, indicating that it was so.

So, Fangzheng asked: "Then, is this child still aborted? If not, then forget it. If he aborts, the apprentice of the poor monk can continue to help other disciples."

When Fangzheng said this, Pu Mingdai grabbed Pu Changming's sleeves subconsciously, tears were streaming from his eyes, and he said in his heart: This is not abortion, this is beating! Master, you have to sharpen your eyes and see clearly!

Park Changming couldn't see that the red boy was beating someone, but here comes the problem, if someone beats someone, he can knock out a needle! If Park Changming did it himself, he wouldn't be able to do it unless Pu Mingdai was killed! So Pu Changming patted Pu Mingdai, and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to give birth to five needles and become famous all over the world. Or do you want to be slapped a few times and have them flow out?"

Hearing this question, Pu Mingdai clenched his teeth and said, "Let's fight!"

Park Changming patted Pu Mingdai on the shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, if he hits you once, I will pay you back ten times as a teacher. Now that you are under the eaves, just bow your head for the time being."

Pu Mingdai nodded slightly, raised his head, and shouted, "Come on!"

However, the imaginary slap did not come down, only the red boy put his hands behind his back, squinted his eyes, and said old-fashionedly: "What are you doing? Say please! I'll help you cure your illness, and you still drag it like this? Forget it, it's dead." !"

As soon as these words came out, Pu Mingdai was dumbfounded! He's grown so big, he's never seen someone who beats someone up like this! I never thought that one day, I would end up begging others to smoke.

Pu Mingdai was in a daze, and the red boy shook his head and said, "There is no sincerity at all, it's boring, this disease is incurable! You'd better go back and make needles with peace of mind... Oh, you said that if the birth is not good, why would this thing be pricked?" A nerve, causing immobility, hemiplegia, tsk tsk..."

Seeing that Hong Boy was about to leave, Pu Mingdai shouted quickly: "Wait a minute!"

Hong Haier turned her head and looked at Pu Mingdai with a smile. Her small eyes seemed to say, "Come on, please! Please let me beat you!"

Looking at that look, Pu Mingdai's lungs were about to burst with anger, but at this moment, does he still have a choice? The needle in his stomach is obviously not an ordinary thing, which can already be described as weird. After leaving Yizhishan, he was really not sure if there was anyone in the world who could help him get it out. Thinking of the consequences of what Hong Haier said, he felt chills all over his body.

In desperation, Pu Mingdai gritted his teeth and said, "I implore my little master to help me...cure my illness!" He wanted to say that he would help me with an abortion, but he couldn't say that, he could only say that I was cured.

When Hong Haier heard this, he laughed and said, "I don't like the small print. Besides, don't you need to pay for medical treatment?"

Pu Mingdai was stunned, spending money? This guy wants more money?

Fangzheng next to him raised his eyebrows, and secretly gave the red boy a thumbs up. Now that it's winter and the mountain is in a bad mood, this kid has learned how to earn extra money. He's really a child!

Pu Changming frowned and said, "Abbot Fangzheng, this is a competition. We shouldn't charge money for the competition, right?"

"Park Benefactor, what you said is wrong. First, we didn't ask you to come to the competition. You ran to the door by yourself. My master saw you pitiful, so I challenged you. Second, I am the one who made the move now. , If you want to discuss it, you should also discuss it with me, right? And my rule is this rule, if you pay for medical treatment, if you pay less, you will die!" Red Boy interrupted and shouted.

Park Changming stared at Fangzheng and asked, "Is that what Master also means?"

Fangzheng smiled slightly and said, "Money is something outside of the body."

Park Changming heaved a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Fang Zhengshi would open his mouth.

Fangzheng continued: "But the truth should not be passed on lightly, otherwise, wouldn't it mean that my One Finger Temple's medical skills are worthless? But the money should not be charged too much, otherwise it will appear black-hearted."

When Park Changming heard this, he still had to pay for the detour for a long time! Heartbroken, he asked, "How much is the master going to charge?"

Fangzheng smiled and said: "I heard that Park's benefactor once treated a patient in China, and he charged three million yuan for the consultation. The benefactor once said that human life is not equal, and everyone's status determines its value, so the treatment fee is 3 million yuan. The fee is also different. The other student is a rising star in the medical field of your country, and naturally has an extraordinary status. How about this, the poor monk will charge a friendship price, and give the benefactor a 10% discount, barely charging 30 million."