Chapter 1,706 You are sick!

Hearing these words, everyone present was stunned, not expecting Ma Fu to propose such a competition method.

Su Caiwei shook her head and said, "No, if you want to compete, you can find other patients, but you absolutely cannot choose my father."

She had no confidence in Ma Fu’s character, wondering if he would harm her father.

"What, you don't trust me? I am your father's Junior Brother, I can't possibly harm him," Ma Fu said with a cunning smile, "Even if I had the intention, it wouldn't be at this time, after all, we've signed a contract.

Once I lose this competition, what I lose is not just my reputation, but also Qingde Medical Center, so even for the sake of money, I couldn't possibly tamper with it at this time."

"This…"

Su Caiwei hesitated. It was true, Ma Fu had no medical ethics to speak of, but he was extremely fond of money. Normally, it would be impossible for him to do such a thing.

Su Dingfang hesitated and said, "Are you sure you can cure my illness?"

"How will you know without trying?" Ma Fu said, "If it's cured, it's a great thing for you. If it's not, you haven't lost anything, right? You don't have a solution yourself anyway."

Ye Bufan said, "Boss, I think this method is good, you can try it. What if I cure your illness?"

"Alright then, I have no objection."

Su Dingfang finally made a decision. After all, he was currently seriously ill and unable to compete with Ma Fu. All his hopes could only be placed on this Young man in front of him, hoping that he could still bring him a miracle.

"That's right," Ma Fu looked at Ye Bufan cunningly, "Young man, why don't you go first?"

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "You go first, I'll just watch."

Ma Fu said, "Then you'd better think it over. Once this old man makes a move and completely cures his illness, you won't have a chance."

Ye Bufan said very straightforwardly, "No problem. As long as you can cure the boss's illness, this round will be considered my loss."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Su Caiwei's Face. If that happened, the medical center passed down by her master would be lost.

But in the end, she said nothing. Compared to the medical center, her father's health was far more important.

Since Su Dingfang fell ill, their father and daughter had tried every method but were unable to cure him. If Ma Fu could cure this illness, it would be a blessing in disguise.

Finally, the third round of the competition began. Ma Fu had Su Dingfang sit down, then began to take his pulse.

It took a full 30 minutes before he withdrew his hand.

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He said solemnly, "Senior Brother, what happened to you? Your lung Qi is depleted too much. The severe lack of lung Qi has caused all your internal organs to be uncoordinated. Over time, this could be fatal.

Fortunately, you met me today. I can cure your illness."

Su Caiwei said impolitely, "I know all that you're saying. The key is whether you can cure it. Ordinary methods are useless for my father's illness."

Ma Fu smiled proudly: "Ordinary methods are certainly not, but my method is not ordinary."

Su Dingfang looked at him in confusion: "Then tell me, how should my illness be treated?"

"Although I was expelled from the sect by that old ghost, I haven't been idle in terms of Medical skill all these years. Curing your illness is more than enough."

Ma Fu said proudly, "I have a unique needling technique, combined with a unique Medicinal Pill, curing your illness will only take a matter of minutes."

Su Caiwei asked, "Are you sure you're not lying to us?"

Ma Fu curled his lips: "What good is lying to you? What I want now is Taiping Medical Center!"

"Alright, then treat my father's illness now."

Su Caiwei had made up her mind. If the other party could truly cure her father's illness, what did it matter if she gave the medical center to him?

"Then this old man will begin."

Ma Fu first took out a black Medicinal Pill. Su Caiwei carefully examined it. Although she couldn't tell what kind of Medicinal Pill it was, she could initially determine whether it was poisonous.

Ma Fu said disdainfully, "No need to look. I'm not that stupid. If I were to poison, I'd do it secretly, not openly."

Su Caiwei thought that made sense, took a glass of water, and gave the Medicinal Pill to her father to swallow.

Then Ma Fu took out silver needles and began to apply them to Su Dingfang's chest.

Ye Bufan had remained silent, just standing by and watching quietly, a faint smile on his Face.

Su Caiwei carefully observed the other party's needling, but she couldn't make out anything, no profundity, nor did she know what kind of needling technique it was.

After about ten minutes, Ma Fu withdrew all the silver needles, "Alright, how do you feel?"

Su Dingfang took a deep breath. In the past, this action would cause a sharp pain in his chest, but now what he felt was immense comfort.

Moreover, his breathing was smoother than before, he no longer coughed, and his whole body seemed to have regained its strength.

"This… Is it really cured?"

Ma Fu pursed his lips and said, "We are all doctors, do you think I can fool you?

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Su Caiwei came over and grabbed her father's wrist, carefully examining him. Indeed, as Ma Fu said, his body was completely normal, and the previously chaotic pulse had disappeared.

Ma Fu asked with a triumphant look, "How is it, Senior Brother? My Medical skill isn't bad, is it? Any problems?"

At this moment, both the Su Family father and daughter felt extremely complex emotions. On one hand, they were happy about the recovery from a serious illness, and on the other hand, they were about to lose the medical center passed down by their master, feeling incredibly melancholic.

After a moment of hesitation, Su Dingfang finally said with difficulty, "You won this round. Taiping Medical Center is yours from now on."

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice from beside him said, "Wait a moment, not yet."

Ma Fu frowned and looked at Ye Bufan: "What, Young man? Are you still not admitting defeat?"

Ye Bufan said indifferently, "The competition isn't over yet, I haven't made my move, so why should I admit defeat?"

Ma Zhiqiang shouted, "My father has already cured Su Dingfang's illness, is there any point in you making a move?"

Su Dingfang sighed and said, "Young man, let's just give up. We'll concede this gamble."

Ma Fu said, "Did you hear that? The boss himself has conceded, what more do you, a Shopkeeper, have to say?"

Ye Bufan laughed, "No need to rush. Everything needs a proper beginning and end. Perhaps if I cure another patient, you'll just concede directly."

"You'll need to have the ability to make me concede directly!"

Ma Fu had an arrogant expression. In his opinion, he had already got the better of the other party. He said arrogantly, "Young man, use whatever skills you have. Let's see what you can do to make me concede on the spot."

Ye Bufan smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."

Ma Fu curled his lips: "Now that Su Dingfang's illness has been cured by me, which other person do you want to treat? Simple illnesses simply aren't comparable."

This was also the doubt in everyone's minds. Everyone had just seen Su Dingfang's condition; it was extremely serious, and even he himself had no solution.

If Ye Bufan still wanted to treat a patient, it would at least have to be a difficult and complicated disease; ordinary illnesses simply wouldn't be presentable.

Under everyone's surprised gazes, he raised his hand and pointed to Chu Yun next to him: "I'll treat him."

Chu Yun was startled at first, then angrily shouted, "Young man, are you crazy? I'm perfectly fine, what illness do I have?"

Ye Bufan, however, shook his head: "No, you are ill!"