Ultimate Devouring Evolution

Zhang Fan saw so many patients surrounding him, but he waved his hand: "Do you want me to treat the disease? All right, each of you will take out one million first."

He just took the martial arts exam before, so how could he have so much time to really treat people?

So setting the threshold of one million is just to scare those people away.

Moreover, these people looked down on him time and time again before, and their comments on him were so ugly, it was impossible for him not to hear them.

But I'm too lazy to argue with them.

Now seeing that his medical skills are so superb, he begged him instead.

Are you kidding me, I am not Sima Dashan.

Besides, with his status as the honorary president of the Martial Arts Association, the 1 million shooting fee is really not expensive.

That's right, the 1 million is just the fee for asking him to make a move.

Regardless of whether it can be cured in the end, the 1 million will not be refunded.

Zhang Fan originally thought that the 1 million would scare those people away.

However, as soon as the words were spoken, almost everyone raised their multi-function watches: "I'll pass it on to you now!"

"I have 3 million here, treat me first!"

"I have 5 million here, President Zhang will help me look at it first, and I will add another 10 million after it is cured."

"Uh……"

Zhang Fan was stunned when he saw this.

Because he has been practicing in the sub-biological space these days, and the sub-biological space is exactly the same as his home in the previous world.

It made his thinking a bit confused, and he kept returning to the thinking of the previous world.

In the previous world, 1 million was considered a lot, and most people couldn't afford it.

But now he is a martial arts doctor, and these patients are all practitioners.

For these cultivators, it is not too difficult to come up with 1 million.

Even some high-level practitioners can easily spend hundreds of millions.

Depend on!

Next time, just set 10 million directly to save trouble!

Zhang Fan said to himself.

On the surface, he pressed his hands out of thin air, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

Then he said: "Everyone, since everyone is so enthusiastic, I will sit here for three hours after three days. At that time, I will pay 1 million first and queue up for the number. If it is cured, give me an additional 50 million. If it is not cured Yes, you have to give me an additional 10 million. Also, I only sit in the clinic for three hours, and after three hours, I will not treat anyone. The 1 million you paid will not be refunded."

When everyone heard this, they immediately boiled.

"President Zhang, where to pay the money?"

"Yeah, I'll pay it now!"

Zhang Fan thought for a while, and waved to the dean not far away.

After the dean came over, he said, "Let's hand over the money to the hospital first."

Upon hearing this, everyone hurried to the registration window.

The dean made a rough estimate.

More than 300 people have registered, and if each person is 1 million, the calculation is more than 300 million.

The dean suddenly had the urge to burst into tears.

Their such a big hospital can't earn so much after a year of hard work.

There is only so much money for one person from the Martial Arts Association just to register an account.

The same doctor, why is there such a big gap?

And this is just a registration fee. After three days of diagnosis and treatment, even if only 30 of them can be treated,

Even if everyone can't be cured, just add 10 million, that's another 300 million!

And with the superb medical skills of the president, how could it be impossible to cure him?

If all 30 people are cured, it will be 1.5 billion...

The dean didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Thinking about it any further, he was afraid that he would really be hit to death.

Zhang Fan was also a little dazed at this time.

He said less about the registration fee before, so the treatment fee was deliberately increased to tens of millions.

In the end, there were still so many people.

Nima, did your money come from the wind?

Is money not used as money?

While Zhang Fan was in a daze, the few people who had already registered had already started queuing at the place where they were queuing up before.

Seeing their appearance, Zhang Fan asked suspiciously, "You guys are..."

A patient quickly said: "Queue up.

"

Zhang Fan was speechless: "I won't come until three days later, are you queuing up now?"

Several patients rushed to say: "With President Zhang's method, there must be a lot of people vying to come for treatment. And in these three days, there will definitely be more people coming. If you wait in line the day after tomorrow or tomorrow, then too late."

While talking, several more patients lined up.

Everyone is happy, just like Chinese New Year.

Three days later, President Zhang only sat for three hours. No matter how fast he was, he could only see 12 patients in one hour in five minutes per patient. There are 36 patients in three hours.

There are so many people now, not to mention that other people who hear the news will rush over. There must be a sea of ​​people by then.

If a few of them can get to the front, they will definitely be able to take their turn.

They have no reason to be unhappy.

Zhang Fan was dumbfounded for a moment as he watched the team grow rapidly.

I can only shake my head.

At this moment, Doctor Shui returned the badge to Zhang Fan tremblingly.

Zhang Fan led Ling Xiao out of the hospital.

These patients are willing to wait, let them wait slowly.

I don't have time to play with them now.

Taking advantage of ten hours before the night, he entered the sub-biological space and strengthened all the skills that should be strengthened.

In the hospital, more than a dozen nurses looked at Zhang Fan's back with stars shining in their eyes.

Who doesn't like such a talented and profitable man?

It's a pity that they and this President Zhang are people from two worlds after all.

They are not even cultivators, so how could the president of this group fall in love with them?

At the same time, Uncle Ling, who was lying on the hospital bed, saw Zhang Tongzhi fighting against a group of martial arts doctors, and beat them so hard that he couldn't even speak.

In the end, he directly threw out the badge of the honorary president of the Martial Arts Association.

To be honest, Uncle Ling was also shocked at the time.

Although he couldn't see it live, he felt like he was about to suffocate just looking at the screen.

Now he finally understands why after Miss came back from the field last time, she didn't go to Lanxiang Martial Arts Academy, but went to Ling Guang's small academy instead.

There is such a teacher, let alone a small college like Ling Guang, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and swords, you have to follow him.

Zhang Fan and Ling Xiao returned to the hotel, and asked Ling Xiao to practice hard in the room.

He himself entered the dimensional space.

This time, he planned to practice the second move of the knife drawing technique: Yan Fan.

For a while, because there were many things to do and more and more martial arts learned, he was a little negligent towards Yan Fan.

This is why many people only learn one or two martial arts throughout their lives, at most two or three.

After all, human energy and time are limited.

To spend most of your energy and time on cultivation, there is not much time left.

It is not easy to master one or two martial arts in such a short time, let alone many martial arts.

But Zhang Fan is different.

Now that he has the sub-biological space, he also has 60 times the time of others.

Let alone one or two, even 60 martial arts, he can practice all of them to great success.