It has been a whole day since Chen Fan came out of the small world of Nanyang No. 1.

Although this action mobilized a lot, he was undoubtedly the most dazzling protagonist. However, most of the warriors, including Zhang Jingsi, were interviewed, but he, the protagonist who should show up the most, was missing, and became the only deficit.

However, netizens basically don’t care much. As an expert, he always sees the head but the tail.

But amid the praises, some arguments were spreading unconsciously: "It is true that Master Chen resisted the nuclear bomb, but he is probably seriously injured and may be in danger of his life!"

Although this speculation was scolded at the beginning, it spread quickly. Not only that, many warriors claiming to be involved in the operation provided evidence.

Various evidence emerged one after another, and for a while, many spectators believed it true. Even those who admired Chen Fan could not help but feel a little shaken in their hearts.

At the headquarters of the Jiangnan Special Service Department, Zhang Tao was in a hurry.

"Who is the one who caused it!"

A group of technical team members sweated down their foreheads. The team leader stood up and said, "I found out that, the first person who made this statement and pretended to be a warrior should all come from abroad."

"Can you find someone?" Zhang Tao was very angry.

"There are some difficulties, and most of them are not in China. Even if they find it, it is not easy to catch it. What we can do now is to control similar remarks. But public opinion is already spreading, and even if we contact the information management department, I'm afraid..."

To put it bluntly, even if there is no need for someone to instigate you to help, Chen Fan's suspicion of being seriously injured or even dying cannot be dispelled.

Unless Chen Fan appears in the eyes of the public now, and there must be no damage at all.

Zhang Tao picked up the phone, but Chen Fan's cell phone still couldn't be reached. He called Zhou Hong and Huang Ping again. They were like themselves and could not contact Chen Fan at all, let alone where others were.

In the end, Zhang Tao could only ask his uncle.

"Don't ask about this." Zhang Jingsi's answer was brief and powerful, which made Zhang Tao feel a little uneasy.

Chen Fan won't really...

On the other hand, in Jiangchuan City next to Nanyang.

Since Nanyang has not yet been quarantined, there are still many Nanyang people in Jiangchuan City who stay here, which seems very crowded.

On the top floor of the most famous star-rated hotel in Jiangchuan, Ran Manjun stood in front of the window, half of her body was blocked by the curtains.

In the afterglow of dusk, I looked towards the direction of NY City in the distance.

"Master, what's wrong with you..."

As he murmured, the sound of the door being knocked into his ears.

"Miss, there are guests looking for you."

guest?

Ran Manjun came to the door listlessly and opened it. In addition to Sister Xu Yan arranged by her father, she was the intellectual beauty Chen Fan had seen.

Behind, there was a woman.

"Lin Qingya? What are you doing?" Ran Manjun and Lin Qingya were not dealing with each other at first, and they were in a bad mood at this time and were even more depressed.

Lin Qingya didn't care at all and just asked in a hurry: "Where is Chen Fan? Do you know where he is?"

Ran Manjun snorted: "I don't know."

"What? You don't even know?" Lin Qingya's face suddenly turned dead: "Master really..."

"What are you talking nonsense? Master is a congenital master, and his strength exceeds your imagination. How could something happen? That's just a blind propaganda online." Ran Manjun said unhappily: "It looks like he is mourning. Master will have to be cursed by you even if he has nothing to do."

"I..." Lin Qingya was speechless for a moment, as if she was a little comforted, but her face was still full of worry.

Ran Manjun was impatiently watching it and said, "Forget it, come in. Sister Xu Yan, get her a room. By the way, how did you find me?"

Before Lin Qingya came to her senses, she murmured: "Someone on the Internet saw you enter this hotel, and I found it. But they didn't let me in, and happened to meet Sister Xu Yan... By the way, why are there no people in this hotel?"

"Because this is my home. After I move in, I won't pick up customers." Ran Manjun said and walked back to the room, yawning.

Lin Qingya was speechless, she really couldn't understand the world of rich people.

Although her family is very wealthy, her annual income is probably not as good as Ran Manjun's pocket money for a month.

The two are not on the same level at all.

But Lin Qingya will not be inferior because of money. What really makes her feel at a loss at this time is the relationship between Ran Manjun and Chen Fan.

The ambiguity rumored online may not be true, but Ran Manjun is undoubtedly Chen Fan's proud disciple.

Martial arts genius, richest man daughter.

Chen Fan has been basically revolving around martial arts for these days, and the clinic is basically in a state of letting go. Inadvertently, the distance between her and Chen Fan gradually drifted apart.

On the other hand, Ran Manjun took Chen Fan with him no matter where he went. They must have more common language than themselves, right?

"What are you stupid? Are you going to come in?"

"Ah? Oh..."

...

A doctor in Nanyang.

Chen Fan was lying on the hospital bed, hanging potions.

Next to the middle-aged man wearing glasses said in a gentle tone: "The radioactive material residue on the surface of your body has been cleaned up, but the radiation is still killing your cells. What's more difficult is that your lymph node tissue has become cancerous. Now I'll inject globulin into you, and the specific treatment plan is still being discussed."

Chen Fan listened, but his face was calm. He only waited for him to finish speaking before asking, "What's your name?"

"Alum." The middle-aged man held his glasses and said, "The fame is not as good as you, Mr. Chen, but in terms of medical skills, I have confidence that I am no worse than you."

Chen Fan smiled.

From the first sight of him, he felt a faint hostility.

He said, "I was originally a barefoot doctor, and they were all hyped by others, so I didn't have any serious medical skills. Dr. Bai's goal to compare me is really too low."

"Mr. Chen doesn't have to be humble. I did my homework before coming." Bai Aan replied indifferently: "Since the resurrection of spiritual energy, the official has been conducting new medical research. Especially in traditional Chinese medicine, it has washed away its previous decline in just a few months. Now, the traditional Chinese medicine clinics in China have increased dozens of times before the resurrection of spiritual energy."

"Many advanced theories that combine tense in traditional Chinese medicine are from Mr. Chen. I have a little understanding of traditional Chinese medicine, but I can still see the depth and depth. I can indeed be called the pioneers of the times."

Chen Fan was a little embarrassed by him.

He did provide some traditional Chinese medicine theoretical knowledge that suits this era, some directly gave it to the official, and some taught it to Wang Jue and Lin Qingya.

Of course, he didn't know these things himself, but were free from the little Jinren. Chen Fan was just a reteller, and because he was too busy, he didn't have time to practice them.

But I didn't expect that these knowledge that he didn't care much about has become the cornerstone of new medicine, and the entire Chinese medicine category has taken off as a result.

At this time, Bai Alum continued: "But Mr. Chen, I'm sorry. Traditional Chinese medicine does have cleverness, but many places still lack practice and analysis. For example, the generation and restraint of Yin and Yang and the five elements, the position and relationship of acupoints are not scientific at all, and the evidence can be used to prove it. To put it bluntly, they are all mysterious and mysterious things without actual basis."

Chen Fan laughed silently, then shook his head and said, "Doctor Bai taught me that some parts of traditional Chinese medicine are indeed too vague and general. Moreover, the learning threshold is high and complicated. The success rate of treatment is not as good as that of Western medicine... However, Mr. Bai, now is the era of spiritual energy revival, and everything is possible. The yin and yang and five elements that you mentioned cannot be proven actually exist in the world we live in. It's just that you have not practiced and cannot perceive it."

"Mr. Chen thinks Western medicine should be eliminated? Will traditional Chinese medicine become the main standard of practice in this era?" Bai Alan was a little unhappy. He had never practiced it, but it does not mean that he did not know what martial arts is.

As far as he knows, Western medicine is still the most effective and safest way to treat most warriors' injuries.

As for traditional Chinese medicine, although it is developing rapidly, it has no advantage in terms of success rate, safety, and even price.

In his opinion, the country's vigorous promotion of the development of traditional Chinese medicine is a wrong decision.

Chen Fan is the main reason and basis for the implementation of this method.

As long as Chen Fan lets go, the wrong momentum of traditional Chinese medicine may be stopped.

"I never said that Western medicine will be eliminated. Whether in the past or the future, Western medicine has its value. But in this era, there are some things that traditional Chinese medicine can do, but Western medicine cannot, so traditional Chinese medicine is a must, it's that simple." Chen Fan closed his eyes after saying that, and sighed: "I am tired and want to rest for a while."

Bai Alan was a little annoyed, and then turned around and left.

When he arrived at the door, Bai Alum stopped and said without looking back: "Mr. Chen, aren't you also using Western medicine treatment now?"

After saying that, he disappeared at the door of the ward.

Chen Fan did not respond, but mobilized his spiritual power and began to clean up the lesion cells in his body.

...

Three days passed, and from the outside, Chen Fan's condition was getting worse and worse.

My skin turned dark and even some areas began to peel.

Even his breathing became more and more disordered and heavier. A generation of innate masters and martial arts benchmarks may be unable to recover like this.

But in the hospital office, the alum who was in a meeting looked at the test report in front of him, but opened his mouth and couldn't say a word.

Next to him, the female researcher in a white coat said excitedly: "It's amazing. Although his skin tissue is lesions, the cancerous cells in his body have been completely strangled. Even the necrotic tissues are like rebirth. This is simply impossible!"

"What medicine did you use for him?" Bai Aan asked anxiously with his head raised.

The female researcher replied in confusion: "No, all the medicines were prescribed by Dr. Bai. That person is an important person. How dare we change the medicines privately? Maybe we have to sit in prison."

"How is that possible..."

Alum muttered to himself, his eyes full of incredibleness.

He knew best what the medicine he used had. Chen Fan's condition was very serious, and it was impossible for him to completely recover without leaving any sequelae.

So at the beginning, his goal was to save Chen Fan's life, and if possible, try to reduce the damage.

But no matter what, it is impossible to completely kill cancerous cells or even restore necrotic tissues!
Chapter completed!