Lying on the ground, staring at Zhao Jingwan with hatred and hatred

"Why should I look at you as an orphan? You have no parents, no mother, and no background at all. I am willing to condescend to get close to you. That is your blessing. Don't you deserve to pay some price?"

Lin Xuan looked around in despair. In his eyes, people's faces reflected the warmth and coldness of human nature, and the harshness of the world.

Wang Tian looked at Lin Xuan who had given up his struggle and said, "Boy, don't say I didn't give you time to raise money. If you don't pay back the money in three days, the land in your orphanage will belong to me."

The kind person who sponsored Lin Xuan was the director of an orphanage. He had no children and treated Lin Xuan as his own son.

When Lin Xuan explained the situation to help Zhao Jingwan's father raise money, the old dean gave Lin Xuan the land deed to mortgage the loan. He thought it was only 30,000 yuan, but Lin Xuan could still repay it with his ability.

I just didn't expect that they would conspire together. Three hundred thousand was undoubtedly a huge sum of money for Lin Xuan.

"Master Zhang, let's go." Wang Tian knew that it was impossible for Lin Xuan to raise 300,000 yuan in three days. He just wanted to get that piece of land. Someone offered a big price to take it, but the old dean refused for the sake of the orphans.

Transfer of land title.

"Brother Tian, ​​are we leaving like this?" Seeing Lin Xuan, Zhang Shaoming's anger subsided a lot, but he just didn't want to let him go so easily.

"Master Zhang, don't worry. It's not too late for us to deal with him again in three days. Today I will be the host and you can eat whatever you want at the Fortune Hotel."

"The relationship is good, Wanwan, let's go."

Although Zhang Shaoming is from a rich family and has at least 200,000 yuan in pocket money every month,

But the Fortune Hotel is not a place where he can afford to spend money regularly, which costs tens of thousands, not counting the cost of drinks.

Zhang Shaoming rarely has the opportunity to go to such a luxurious hotel.

And the most important thing is that Wang Tian's eyes are on Zhao Jingwan from time to time. Zhang Shaoming knows what he means after a moment of calculation.

After everyone left, Lin Xuan, who was lying on the ground, felt that he was unworthy of the old dean's support.

In order to spend more time with Zhao Jingwan, the greetings to the old dean were correspondingly reduced.

"Haha, Lin Xuan, Lin Xuan, you deserve to live like this."

After letting out a long sigh, Lin Xuan got up frustrated and walked aimlessly on the street.

When others saw his nose and face were bruised and swollen, they all thought he had offended someone, and everyone stayed away from him to avoid harming Chiyu.

Lin Xuan, who was in a daze, didn't see that the light had turned red when he was crossing the road, so he walked over anyway.

At this moment, a rose-red Lamborghini drove over, not very fast at the time.

The driver was a very sweet and quiet girl. Maybe she was a novice. Suddenly she saw someone in front of the car and immediately panicked. She mistakenly mistook the accelerator for the brake and stepped on it hard.

This is the Binjiang District of Linjiang City, which belongs to the old town of Linhai City. The people who live here are basically citizens from the lower class.

People here are usually timid and fearful of getting into trouble. After all, if they get into a little trouble, they may bring a catastrophic blow to their family.

Lin Xuan, who was addicted to the sad world, didn't notice the car at all. The result can be imagined.

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

A figure was knocked flying more than ten meters high, drawing a line of blood in the air, and the sound behind it was made by Lin Xuan falling from a high altitude and making close contact with the ground.

"Just die like that"

This was Lin Xuan's last thought. His consciousness gradually became blurred and he eventually fell into a coma.

After the traffic accident, a group of passers-by came to watch, but no one came forward to take a look, they just stood aside and watched.

No one noticed that when Lin Xuan, who was already dripping with blood, fell from a high altitude, a crack appeared on the ancient jade pendant on his chest due to the impact. However, when his blood flowed to the crack, it happened to be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

After absorbing it, it also emits a faint light.

The ancient jade pendant worn on Lin Xuan's chest may be the only token that can prove his identity, and he always wears it.

In a daze, Lin Xuan felt that his consciousness was recovering, and there was a warmth all over his body. It was so comfortable, and then a voice suddenly appeared in his mind,

"There is no way to do good deeds. Doing good can lead to spirituality, and good intentions can be good. The way lies in the heart of benevolence and healing. God has the virtue of good health, and I will teach you the ancient medical skills passed down by my mind and soul!"

This voice felt indescribably familiar to Lin Fan, but he couldn't figure out who it was.

Immediately afterwards, countless information was integrated into Lin Fan's brain, including the five techniques of traditional Chinese medicine, medical cognition, medical techniques, and Xuanmen techniques. All kinds of information were forced into Lin Fan's brain.
Chapter completed!