871: C871 Treating Illnesses and Saving Demons

C871 Treating Illnesses and Saving Demons

Ye Fan rubbed his nose.

Did he become so popular just because he won a few championships?

Until now, he had never realized the significance of being the champion to the University of Jiang City.

He had been developing sports for many years, but he had been stuck in a state of stagnation.

This was not only the failure of the University of Jiang City, but also the shame of his students.

Now, Ye Fan and Wang Sicong had turned the situation around with their combined strength. With a flip of their hands, University of Jiang City had become a comprehensive university that had been fully developed.

This was a huge contribution.

"Keep a low profile, keep a low profile! These are all normal operations. " Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Haha, don't be modest!"

"Both you and Wang Sicong are amazing. I really didn't see it before."

"You have already made it to the school's honor roll. I heard that the profile picture is already being built. It's an honor for us to be your classmates."

Haha!

Ye Fan laughed in his heart.

A few days ago during the exam, Ye Fan had harmed many of his classmates.

This caused them to have a lot of resentment towards him.

They did not expect that these few small champions would make all their grievances disappear.

He gained admiration instead.

As expected, excellence couldn't be stopped.

"It's a pity that Wang Sicong didn't make any contributions to the school. Otherwise, he would have been able to make it onto the Glory Board."

But even so.

He was already very happy.

Such excellence made Soong Jiao look at him in a new light.

In the past two days, the relationship between the two of them had rapidly warmed up.

Only a layer of window paper was left.

Ye Fan took a look. Wang Sicong did not come to class.

He was probably hiding in a corner, enjoying himself.

Ye Fan cupped his fists at everyone. "I have received everyone's blessings. Hurry up and go to class. The teacher is coming."

The class ended.

Ye Fan's phone rang.

"Tang Wei? What a rare guest."

He opened his WeChat.

"Brother, what have you been up to?"

Always Drilling Wind: Nothing, I'm just cultivating! Studying what he liked.

Tang Wei: Haha, brother, you're really interesting!

Ye Fan was puzzled.

Why did you suddenly chat with me?

Tang Wei had never been such a person.

Something must have happened.

Always Drilling Wind: Haha, brother, something must have happened, right? There was no harm in saying it out loud.

Tang Wei sent a few emojis that touched his face and forced a smile. Sure enough, I can't hide it from you, brother. I heard that you are quite knowledgeable about human things, right?

Always Drilling Wind: That's right.

Tang Wei: What about human medical skills? Do you understand?

Ye Fan thought for a while. He was proficient in TCM and had also come into contact with Western medicine.

He should be able to understand it.

Always Drilling Wind: A little bit.

Tang Wei: Then I would like to ask my brother to treat one person. I wonder if it is possible?

Treatment?

Tang Wei was a member of the Roc Clan, and he had a lot of connections with Devil King Roc.

Did he need to treat someone with such a background?

Although Demon Realm was backward, there were still a lot of powerful doctors in the Demon Realm.

Why did he need to use the so-called human medicine?

Always Drilling Wind:??

Tang Wei: Bro, let's meet and chat?

Always Drilling Wind: Send a video.

Ring ring ring.

A video was sent over.

It was not an ordinary illusion video.

Instead, it brought him to Demon Realm.

This made Ye Fan a little surprised.

"Brother Tang, how can you use the energy of the heavens and earth in Demon Realm?"

Tang Wei laughed loudly, "Of course it's not me. Who are you looking at?"

"Haha, Mr Drilling Wind, long time no see."

"Old Brother Demon Lord? You're here too?"

"That's right. I'm Wen Demon Emperor, after all. I naturally have to come and take a look at things related to medicine."

After that, Hundred-eyed Devil Lord sighed.

"There is no one in Demon Realm who can live up to their expectations. Otherwise, it wouldn't have taken so long for us to be unable to find a doctor, Demon Emperor."

This was true.

Whether it was immortals, buddhas, or demons, the probability of them getting sick was very low.

But it couldn't be guaranteed that they wouldn't get hurt.

Injuries needed to be treated.

However, he didn't even have a so-called peerless Godly Doctor.

They were just some mediocre people.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Why not? Sun Wukong, the Demon King, was proficient in medicine. When I was traveling to the west, I was still able to diagnose his pulse. It can be said that his medical skills are quite high. "

" Mr Drilling Wind, don't mention him! He is now the Victorious Fighting Buddha. It is impossible for him to come to our Demon Realm."

"I was just joking. I wonder what kind of illness it is that even the Demon Lord can't cure it?"

Ye Fan's TCM technique was given to him by Hundred-eyed Devil Lord.

If he is unable to treat it.

Then he wouldn't be able to bear it either.

Tang Wei sighed. "Come with me."

The few of them exchanged glances.

They arrived in front of a palace that was luxuriously decorated and took up a lot of space.

Ye Fan was stunned.

He looked around.

There was only one room in the palace, but it was bigger than four or five football fields combined.

In the room rested a dying roc with black feathers all over its body.

"This is...?"

Tang Wei felt a little heartache.

"This is my second uncle, Tang Lei. Many years ago, he fought with other races and was burned by the flames."

"Originally, I didn't think much of it, but as time passed, not only did the burnt areas not recover, but they also gradually deteriorated."

"Now, I only have one breath left to hang on."

Ye Fan secretly clicked his tongue when he heard this.

This huge bird was over a hundred meters long. If it opened its wings, it would be able to cover the sky and cover the sun, and it would be incomparably huge.

Anyone who could cultivate to such a level must be an almighty expert.

A demon as powerful as this would actually be burned by the raging flames.

It was still untreatable.

Just how powerful was this flame?

Ye Fan grinned. "Then why didn't you treat it earlier? Why did you delay it until now?"

"We can only blame him for being too despicable."

A hint of hatred flashed across Tang Wei's face.

"I'm not lying to you. Actually, the one who hurt my second uncle was the one who was injured by the Peacock Clan."

"And the flame on his body is also the holy flame of the Peacock Clan."

Peacock?

Peacock Great Ming King?

Kong Xuan?

One? An image of a figure appeared in Ye Fan's mind.

He had seen Kong Xuan's battle in his memory.

He and Kong Xuan were not in the same dimension at all.

He was very powerful.

"In everyone's eyes, the Holy Peacock Flame is a noble existence. Who would have thought that it has a strong corrosive property and will never be destroyed?"

"For so many years, if it wasn't for Second Uncle's powerful strength and his constant resistance against the holy flame, he would have long been reduced to ashes."

"And more than ten days ago, his spiritual energy was completely depleted and he fell down."

"If it wasn't for Devil King Roc continuously extending his life, I'm afraid he would have died long ago."

Ye Fan nodded, finally understanding the whole story.

However, he was a figure of that level.

How could a mere Xiantian trash like him get involved?

Treating illnesses was even more impossible.

But since he was already here, it was not like that even if he did not take a look.

Ye Fan gave a precautionary injection. "Brother, my ability is limited. If you can't help me, don't blame me."

"Haha, why would I blame you? The fact that you can help me means that you are helping me."

However, the few of them entered the room.

They found a figure standing on Tang Lei's body. He had a calm expression and was wearing a long robe. He had a sage-like look on his face.2

He was muttering incantations that no one could understand.

"Is he... sick?"

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