Chapter 18 The Doctor

Zhou Fan continued to practice the four awakening poses of the twelve tiger-shaped poses, but he did not rashly inhale vitality, but dismantled and practiced the one-style.

This type of dismantling exercise is to better mobilize the muscles of the body and help to speed up the absorption of vitality by the muscles.

The effect of one time is not obvious, but as long as you are diligent and hardworking, the superposition of times will have no small effect.

Just as Zhou Fan was concentrating on practicing in the backyard, he heard a shout from the front door: "Is anyone home?"

Zhou Fan, who was practicing 'Tiger Legs', heard the shout. He turned a duel, stood up straight and patted the dust on his body, before shouting to the outside: "Yes, who is it?"

While talking, Zhou Fan had walked around from the back of the house to the front of the house, and he saw a middle-aged man of medium stature standing in front of the door.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a mahogany box hanging diagonally on his right side. He had a round face and a long beard on his lower jaw. He looked very elegant.

The man's complexion was very good, and he showed a gentle smile to Zhou Fan with a red face.

Zhou Fan looked at the stranger and said, "My parents are not at home. If you want to find them, you have to come over at night."

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You misunderstood. I didn't come to find Yimu and them, but to you."

"Me?" Zhou Fan was stunned for a moment and said, he has no memory of his predecessor, so naturally he doesn't recognize this person. At first, seeing that he was about the same age as his parents, he thought he was a friend of his parents, but who knew he came to him, which made Zhou look for him. Where a little surprised.

"I know you have forgotten the past, so let me introduce again. My name is Zhang He, and I am the doctor in the village." Zhang He said with a faint smile on his face.

Zhou Fan frowned slightly, and quickly stretched out: "It turned out to be Doctor Zhang, I'm really sorry, please sit inside."

Zhou Fan invited Zhang He into the hall of the house to sit down and poured him a glass of water.

Zhang He took the cup and thanked him, then put the cup on the table with a smile and said, "I'm here to check on you. You woke up a few days ago, but I've been busy with other patients. , so I didn't come to see you, and I came here today when I rarely had time."

"Then thank Doctor Zhang first." Zhou Fan said politely.

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Zhang He smiled and stroked the long beard under his jaw, "Turn around first, let me see how the scar on your head is?"

Zhou Fan nodded in agreement, turned his back to Zhang He, and turned his back to Zhang He, Zhou Fan's face became solemn, and his hands on his thighs were slightly folded into fists.

"Well, the recovery is really good." Zhang He's laughter came from behind Zhou Fan, and while he watched, he gently touched the scar on Zhou Fan's head with his fingers.

"Doctor Zhang, what's wrong with my injury?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively.

"Hey, didn't your father tell you?" Zhang He asked in surprise.

"No, I just woke up a few days ago, and I encountered such a big event as a haircut. You know, my luck is not very long, and I have to make some preparations for joining the patrol team, so I haven't been able to. Time to ask them." Zhou Fan said with a naive smile.

"It turned out to be like this, you were injured by a fall." Zhang He loosened the fingers on Zhou Fan's head, "You can turn around now."

Zhang He's answer was exactly the same as Zhou Yimu's, but Zhou Fan was already mentally prepared, and this may have been discussed by Zhang He and Yiyimu.

Zhou Fan turned around and said with a puzzled look on his face: "It turned out to be a fall. Was it serious at the time?"

"It's very serious." The smile on Zhang He's face subsided slightly and said: "At that time, you fell and the back of your head was covered in blood. Fortunately, your father came to find me, and I arrived in time to heal your wounds before I rescued you. ."

"Then why did I fall for no reason?" Zhou Fan continued to ask.

"Well..." Zhang He pondered for a while and shook his head: "I don't know,

Your father probably didn't know either, but when he found you, you were already unconscious on the ground. "

Speaking of which, Zhang He smiled and patted Zhou Fan's shoulder: "Don't think too much, young man, you have fallen on your head, if you think too much, your brain may hurt, no matter how you fell, now it is finally It's fine, that's fine, stretch out your hand, and I'll take your pulse."

"Doctor Zhang, I'll listen to you." Zhou Fan's face showed a young innocent smile, "Which hand?"

"You need to look at both hands to diagnose the pulse." Zhang He said, "Look at the right hand first."

Zhou Fan stretched out his right hand to let Zhang He take the pulse, and when Zhang He finished diagnosing the pulse of his right hand, Zhou Fan changed his left hand to show him.

"Doctor Zhang, how is my body?" Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He who was silent and asked concernedly after his left and right hands were finished.

Zhang He was silent for a while and smiled: "It's not a big deal. Your pulse is pulsating every breath, neither floating nor sinking, neither too big nor too small. The rhythm is even, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful, which is a normal pulse."

"That's good." Zhou Fan laughed.

After taking Zhou Fan's pulse, Zhang He said that he still had something to do, stood up to say goodbye, and Zhou Fan hurriedly sent the person to the door.

When it was delivered to the door, Zhou Fan took out the five copper coins left to him by his parents and said, "Doctor Zhang, it's a small thing, it's not a respect."

"Don't." Zhang He refused to accept it, "I have already received your family's consultation fee before, and this time I am here for your follow-up consultation. This money cannot be asked for."

Zhang He didn't accept it, and Zhou Fan didn't push the copper coins around like adults, but put them in his pockets and said, "That doctor, walk slowly."

Zhang He didn't move, he stroked his beard and looked at Zhou Fan, with that gentle smile on his face again: "Afan, your personality was not as cheerful as you are now. It seems that this injury may not be without benefits."

"Really?" Zhou Fan smiled and touched the back of his neck with his right hand, seemingly a little shy.

"Take a good rest, if you feel any discomfort, remember to come to me." Zhang He did not answer, but turned around and left after another warning.

Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He's back, until Zhang He turned from a yellow mud house and disappeared, Zhou Fan withdrew his gaze, and there was no longer a smile on his face.

Zhou Fan closed the wooden door with both hands, the light was cut off by the door, the whole person was immersed in the darkness, only a faint light penetrated through the gap and fell in the middle of his face, as if to cut his face in half.

Looking at this ray of light, Zhang He's gentle smile came to mind again, but this smile made Zhou Fan feel a little chill in his heart.

In a previous life, Zhou Fan, a criminal police officer, had seen a similar smile, a serial murderer's face showed such a smile.