Chapter 977 Not Like

Fangzheng nodded slightly, and ignored the rude man.

Song Xianhe was much more refined than the third child, and asked with a bit of respect and humility: "Fang Zheng, what is my father's illness?"

Fangzheng didn't speak, but walked over to observe the appearance of the old man carefully. This is an old man with an extremely kind face. The old man has white hair, sallow skin, and his eyes are closed. He seems to be in a coma, but his brows are furrowed.

Although the old man is very thin, he is very clean and does not have any peculiar smell on his body. It is obviously the result of frequent bathing. Personal hygiene must be taken care of by a diligent person.

Looking at the nurse next to him, Fang Zheng understood that the three brothers were quite rich.

But Fangzheng was very puzzled, the three brothers didn't look much alike. Song Xianhe was the kind of handsome middle-aged uncle with a bit of calmness at a glance, and he had the temperament of a veteran cadre. Seeing the black evil spirit on his body, it is really easy to think that he is a decent person just by looking at his appearance.

The second child has a crew cut and a square face, but his facial features are a bit lower, which looks a bit uncoordinated, and there are some problems with his mouth. With Fangzheng's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that he used to have a cleft lip. Later, he underwent a bad operation and it was fixed, but there were still some sequelae.

The second child's eyes are small, but sharp, like a guard, always maintaining a sense of vigilance.

The third child is tall and burly, with a big bald head, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a little thin lips, and ears like two big fans that attract the wind. The arms are thick and the palms are wide. At first glance, he looks like a thick and thick man.

In short, the three brothers went there and said they were brothers, but just looking at their appearance, there was no similarity at all. Fang Zheng seriously doubted that the three of them should not be brothers. What really puzzled Fangzheng was that the three brothers didn't seem to have a dime relationship with the old man.

Because the old man has a long and narrow face, his facial features are also different from those of the three brothers.

This time, Fangzheng was confused, what is going on?

These doubts flashed in my mind...

At this time, the second child was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Fangzheng did not reply to the words of the boss Song Xianhe, but he didn't pick a problem. Instead, he repeated: "Fangzheng, host, can you cure my dad's illness?"

Fangzheng felt the old man's pulse casually, and then said: "A vegetative coma caused by a violent impact can be cured by a poor monk."

Hearing this, Song Xianhe was obviously a little excited, the second child grinned, and the third child touched his bald head without hiding it, and laughed loudly: "Haha, Dad is finally saved, it's so f*cking to be a fool to his grandma." Easy!"

After cursing, Fangzheng gave him a solemn look, and the bald man immediately moved his hand from his head to his mouth, covering it tightly, his eyes widened like copper bells, and he didn't dare to make a sound. Look at that pitiful appearance, quite cute.

Seeing this, Fangzheng couldn't laugh or cry, but he had to admit that although the bald man was a bit careless and unruly, he still cared about his father very much.

Song Xianhe immediately stepped forward and said, "Fangzheng is the host, then...will you help my dad?"

Song Xianhe knew that Fangzheng's saving lives was not only based on whether he could cure the disease, but also on other things, so there was such a problem.

Fangzheng glanced at Song Xianhe, and asked back, "What does the benefactor think?"

Song Xianhe thought for a while and said: "My dad is a good man, a really good man. If Fangzheng's chairman regards a good man as the standard of treatment, my dad will definitely meet the standard."

The bald third child yelled directly: "If my dad is a bad person, there will be no good people in this world! Fang Zheng, host, tell me whether you can save him or not!"

The second child said: "Fang Zheng presides over the cost of treatment, as long as you open your mouth to report the cost, our three brothers will make up for you no matter what." When he said this, Fang Zheng saw the evil spirit on the second child's body, and it was obvious that his heart was aroused. Bad thoughts. He's collecting money, I'm afraid it's not doing normal business to make money.

Fangzheng shook his head and said, "It's not difficult to save this benefactor."

"What do you mean by that? Is it difficult or not?" The third child's brain turned the fastest, but he was not very clever, but he turned fast and spoke quickly, but he also asked the doubts of the three of them.

Fang Zheng chuckled and said, "It's not difficult for the poor monk, it's difficult for a few benefactors."

The third child looked at Fangzheng with a dazed expression, his big head was like a light bulb, shining brightly, with question marks all over his head.

Song Xianhe frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

The second child was also a bit confused, not sure what Fangzheng was talking about, so he asked: "Fangzheng, host, don't be tricky when you talk. If you are so obsessed, we don't understand, so you can just speak directly, and treat my dad." Sickness, what do you need?"

Song Xianhe and the third child also looked at Fangzheng.

Fangzheng said: "It's not difficult for the poor monk to treat this disease, but the treatment costs have to be paid by the three benefactors themselves."

"Fuck, let me just say, where in the world is there a free lunch? It really costs money." The third child subconsciously swears again, and when he is done, he shuts up and keeps silent.

Song Xianhe glared at him, told him to stop talking, and then asked gently: "Fang Zheng, host, if you have any requirements, just say it."

Fangzheng said: "Take this benefactor down the mountain, the poor monk will arrange for you to live. When the matter here is over, the poor monk will naturally go to you to treat the old man. Don't worry, the poor monk will not accept money. But the three benefactors want to do something for the poor monk."

Hearing this, Song Xianhe frowned. He was really not afraid that Fangzheng would ask for money, but he was afraid that Fangzheng's inexplicable request would make him completely confused. He doesn't like this feeling, he likes the feeling of having everything figured out, in his heart, and thoroughly studied.

However, since the initiative right now is not in his hands, there is nothing he can do about it.

The second child squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, his small eyes were shining brightly.

The third child also frowned, with displeasure in his big eyes.

Fangzheng ignored them, and waved his hand: "Several benefactors, go down the mountain. Three days later, the poor monk will go down the mountain to find you. Don't cause trouble for these three days, or the treatment will be void."

Hearing the previous words, the three of them just looked forward to three days later. But after hearing what happened next, the three felt uncomfortable, what's the matter? Are we that much of a troublemaker?

The three of them wanted to say something, but when they looked up, Fangzheng had already left.

In desperation, the second child and the third child looked at Song Xianhe at the same time.

Song Xianhe looked at his father lying there, then at Fangzheng who had already left, and said, "Let's go, let's go down the mountain. After you go down the mountain, be more honest!"