Chapter 9 Help with the Treatment

"Here is the thing. I have a friend who is seriously ill now!"

"Up to now, I have visited a lot of high-ranking doctors around the world, but I still haven't found anything wrong. If it's convenient, can you go and check it?"

Hearing this, Wang Cun frowned slightly.

It was his duty to save people from illness, so it was not a big deal.

However, it was not appropriate for the two of them to be busy with their career before the engagement was completed.

"Okay!"

Anyway, Ye Ziyi was with him, so he agreed.

"I know my dear nephew has a great love and a great kindness in your heart, so you won't refuse me!"

"That's settled then. We'll set off after the meal!"

Wang Cun nodded and began to eat.

He followed Ye Zhenshan into the car and soon drove to a small courtyard halfway up the mountain.

This place was not as luxurious as a villa, but a little old-fashioned.

"This is the old house of the Wang clan! This friend of mine used to be a person with great military achievements, but unfortunately, he was sick late years, so he can only live in the old house to recuperate!"

Wang Cun nodded and followed him in.

"Ha-ha, you old thing, you haven't come to see me for three months. Where have you been?"

As soon as they entered, Wang Cun heard hearty laughter coming from inside, and then the white-haired old man came out.

The old man looked about more than 70 years old.

But he was in high spirits, with a slightly red face and a strong body. At a glance, he didn't look like a patient.

However, if he looked carefully, he could feel a wisp of black gas faintly visible between his eyebrows.

Wang Cun frowned. It was the first time he had seen such a situation, so he was confused.

"Don't mention it. I almost died because of illness!"

"If it weren't for my nephew who suddenly came to cure my disease, I'm afraid what you see today is a photo!"

Hearing this, Wang Chuan's face changed slightly.

"What? Is it so serious? What kind of illness? Can I help?"

"It's all healed now. I think my nephew is a good doctor. But I think of your illness, so I call him here to treat you."

Hearing this, the man on the other side nodded immediately.

"But my illness is different from others. Dozens of people have treated me, but no one has found out the problem yet!"

"Does your nephew have the ability at such a young age?"

Wang Cun was enlightened and knew that the other party was questioning him, but he was not in a hurry.

"It doesn't matter. You can see it at a glance!"

Ye Zhenshan tried to smooth things over for him, and then waved his hand, indicating for him to come over.

"You look strong and healthy, but the stubborn disease of his head has lasted for several years. Normally, it doesn't require in these years. Why did he ask someone to treat him in these years? What did he do before?"

Wang Cun didn't hide anything and said what he saw directly.

Hearing Wang Cun's words, Wang Chuan widened his eyes and looked at Wang Cun in surprise.

"Young man, how did you know that?"

"The wound is close to the middle of the eyebrows, so there is black smoke shrouded in the middle of the eyebrows. It seems to be a knife wound."

"It's just that it's very serious and there can't be no scars at all. It seems that you don't have any scars on your face. How did you do that?"

Even if the wound healed to such an extent, there would still be no scars. Even Wang Cun didn't dare to do so.

Hearing this, he laughed and took off his hood.

"Look, this is a fake hood. I've customized it for everyone for so many years. Even Ye doesn't know it!"

Ye Zhenshan was shocked by her reaction and almost dropped the teacup on the ground.

"It's so real? I've known you for so many years, but I didn't find it!"

"Of course. My subordinates are all skilled craftsmen. It's easy to hide these things!"

Wang Cun slapped himself hard.

'What's wrong with my eyes? I didn't even notice the obvious hood, but I still asked. It's a shame to my master.'

If the old man was here, he would scold him.

"But I didn't expect you to be able to see through my stubborn disease at a glance! Can you cure it?"

"If I can cure a stubborn disease, I will thank you with my life!"

Wang Cun sighed and shook his head.

"If you step back a few more years, I may be 100% sure that I can cure you. Now that a stubborn disease has taken shape, it's not easy to completely remove it."

"You don't know. I have been fighting hard outside for many years, so I didn't dare to expose my weakness. In recent years, I have been living a good life on this mountain, so I dare to visit famous doctors everywhere to cure my headache."

"Every time I have a headache, I have a feeling of the explosion, and even to hit the wall. This pain is unbearable, otherwise..."

Said him helplessly.

"I'll try my best!"

Wang Cun bowed deeply.

Wang Cun had always respected and admired such a person who had made great contributions in the battle.

"Well, as I said, if you can cure me, our Wang clan is willing to protect you with the power of our clan!"

This sentence seemed to have explained everything.

"Thank you!"

The Wang clan was powerful. If they were willing to protect him, he would be successful.

If it were someone else, he might not know how to be happy at the moment.

But Wang Cun was still calm as if he didn't take it seriously at all.

If a person doesn't care about fame and fortune, he must be impeccable.

Wang Chuan looked at Wang Cun with admiration.

"Come here and let me have a look for you!"

Wang Cun quickly stood up and pressed his thumb and index finger to the wound.

Feeling the huge cold, Wang Cun became anxious.

"I'm afraid it's because the cold air enters your body that you have a headache. I have a way to cure you, but it's a little unusual. I don't know if you want it or not."

Wang Chuan nodded as soon as he heard that there was a way to cure him.

"As long as there is a way, I'm willing to do anything! Even if my head is cut open again, it's no problem."

Wang Cun smiled bitterly, "You're right. I'm going to cut your head."

Wang Chuan swallowed, and Ye Zhenshan beside him was also a little stunned.

Even the most authoritative hospital wouldn't dare to perform a craniotomy operation so easily. It was difficult for Wang Cun to cut the head of the patient directly.

"What's the probability of success?"

"More than ninety percent!"

When Ye Zhenshan was about to persuade him, Wang Chuan nodded, "I'm willing to bet with you!"

"When will you prepare for the operation?"

Wang Cun thought for a while and said, "It's not good these days. The weather is hot and dry, and it's easy to get infected. We can do it after a few days of autumn!"

"It's settled then!"