When Zhou Sheng saw Si Fan coming, he stopped tinkering with the medicinal materials and followed Zhou Li to stand next to Si Fan.

Zhang Chengxian looked at this posture, as if waking up from a dream, and pointed at Si Fan and others, "You, you, you, you are indeed a gang criminal!"

Si Fan: "..."

Zhou Li: "..."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

The atmosphere fell into subtle embarrassment for less than a second.

Si Fan's lips moved, "Do you have a persecution delusion in your mind?"

Zhang Chengxian: "..."

Heartbreaking!

Zhou Li coughed low, pointed to a wall, and explained, "Ahem, Mr. Zhang, look at these banners, which are all given to me by the patients I have treated. They are innocent and innocent, and they are definitely not scams!"

Zhang Chengxian followed Zhou Li's line of sight to look at the wall. Sure enough, there were dozens of banners hanging there. Some of the banners had faded, while others were still very new.

What a wonderful rejuvenation, Hua Tuo is still alive, saving lives and healing the wounded, being enthusiastic for the people, etc.

Seeing this, Zhang Chengxian finally believed that his persecution delusion was a bit serious.

After all, how could a woman who was covered by a big boss in the imperial capital be a fraudster?!

Moreover, he now has to believe it even if he doesn’t believe it, because he has no other choice but to believe it.

Give it your all!!!

He quickly apologized to Si Dao, and then asked, "Miss Si Fan, how are you going to treat my baldness next?"

Si Fan slowly took out the gauze wrapped with the silver needle, hooked his finger at him, "Come here, I will prick a few needles in your head."

Zhang Chengxian: "!!!"

Half an hour later.

After Zhang Chengxian got the needle, his hair felt hot and itchy, as if something was about to burst out of its shell.

He wanted to reach out and scratch it, but he didn't dare, for fear of scratching away the few hairs he had left.

Zhou Sheng quickly grabbed a few sets of medicine and gave them to Zhang Chengxian.

Zhang Chengxian quickly took the Chinese medicine and asked uncertainly, "Now that I have the injection, and then after drinking these few medicines, will my hair really grow?"

Si Fan calmly took a sip of herbal tea and said, "Well, a week of medicine, one dose per day, three meals a day, and after seven days, your hair will grow longer."

Really so fast?!

Zhang Chengxian was still doubtful in his heart, but he had some vague expectations. After all, Si Fan might be the noble person that the fortune teller said. Since he is a noble person, there is no reason not to believe him.

When I finally settled the bill, it only cost over 5,000.

Zhang Chengxian lamented, "It's really cheap. It's much cheaper than Western medicine. I spent millions on Western medicine but it didn't get any better."

Zhou Sheng said, "Most of the herbs used in traditional Chinese medicine are artificially cultivated and relatively cheap."

Zhang Chengxian: "Well, since it's so affordable, if my baldness is cured, I will introduce more bald friends to you."

Zhou Li smiled and said, "Okay, okay, if it is effective, please help us promote our traditional Chinese medicine. The traditional Chinese medicine that our ancestors have inherited for thousands of years cannot be easily buried. It is really no worse than Western medicine!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Chengxian nodded solemnly, then looked at Si Fan, blinked suggestively, turned around, hummed a song, and walked away.

Si Fan took another sip of tea and thought, this Chinese medicine culture cannot be easily buried.

Good things should be passed down from generation to generation and last forever.

Just as I was thinking about it, a cell phone rang.

It’s Zhou Li’s cell phone ringtone.

Si Fan glanced at Zhou Li.

Zhou Li quickly took out his cell phone and quickly answered the call.

His ears didn't work very well, so he turned on the speakerphone.

Soon, a woman's voice came over, a little arrogant, "Hey, are you Mr. Jian's brother Zhou Li?"

When Si Fan heard this voice, his eyebrows moved and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Zhou Li frowned, "I am, may I ask who you are..."

"I am the second wife of the Song family. Your senior brother just talked to me on the phone and asked you to come over immediately to heal my daughter's jaw. If you have nothing to do, come over to the Song family quickly. As long as you can cure my daughter, you should give me

Yes, I won’t give you less!”

Because she was Mr. Jian's younger brother, Tao Meijiao was even more rude to Zhou Li, and in the end she directly adopted a commanding tone.

Zhou Li's face didn't look very good.

He has received countless family members of patients, and he has never encountered such an unreasonable one.

Although he is easy to talk to, he does not accept all patients.

Suddenly, Si Fan spoke slowly, "Promise her."
Chapter completed!