Chapter 170 Preparation

Xianhong Medical Center.

These four words with a flash of inspiration made Yang Fan feel a sense of intimacy in his heart, and it felt like he was destined.

The name of the clinic is inconsistent with the aura-defying technique he practiced, as if it was confirming something.

"Brother Yang, you are finally here. I haven't seen you go out these days." Yuwen Xin was planning some details in the clinic. When she saw Yang Fan coming in, she said with a little complaining.

"Haha, I've been in seclusion recently and I've spent some time."

Yang Fan's joyfulness was overwhelming.

"What's the matter with Brother Yang so happy?" Yuwen Xin pursed her lips and smiled softly.

"I like the layout and details of this clinic very much."

Yang Fan looked around at the layout in the clinic and felt very satisfied.

"According to Brother Yang's requirements, the first floor of the clinic is for ordinary people to treat injuries, the second floor is specially prepared for high-ranking officials in Kyoto, the third floor is for the practitioners to treat diseases, and the fourth floor is where Brother Yang is personally stationed. The fifth floor is not open, it is Brother Yang's private space."

When Yuwen Xin saw that Yang Fan was very satisfied, she showed a few hints of joy on her pretty face, and she was filled with joy from the bottom of her heart.

"It's a blessing to Xin'er."

Yang Fan looked at Yuwen Xin with approval, and then asked, "Have you made any progress in the past few days?"

"I am not as weak as before, I just often have that strange 'dream'..." Yuwen Xin sighed softly, with a few strange expressions in her soft and clear eyes: "Every night, Xin'er will feel a mysterious power in her body, as if she has a sense of the stars in the night sky. Maybe it's my illusion."

"No, this is not your illusion. There will be a cause and effect," Yang Fan denied: "You often dream and have that mysterious feeling again means that the power of blood in your body is further awakening, which is a good thing."

"Thank you, Brother Yang for your advice."

"Can you take the elixir I have refined for you?" Yang Fan asked again.

"I have taken some of it, and I feel that my spirit is not as weak as before. A few days ago, I competed with my maid Xiaohong..." Yuwen Xin said with surprise: "She is the most powerful maid in 'Xinningju'. She can eat three or four bowls per meal, but Xin'er actually won!"

"The world of immortal cultivation is really mysterious. A few spiritual pills can make people change so much." Yuwen Xin's eyes showed a little more amazement and yearning.

The world of immortal cultivation is a group that she cannot understand but is very curious. It is said that they can call the wind and rain, can fly thousands of miles in an instant, can cover the sky and the sun, fly to the sky and escape from the earth, travel proudly to the vast space, and can do everything.

Of course, this is just the world of immortal cultivation in the eyes of her mortals.

Yang Fan saw Yuwen Xin's expression in his eyes, so he could naturally understand her psychological process and smiled faintly: "It's just a few elixirs, and your current physique is just at an ordinary level. It will take at least some time to achieve the effect I expected."

After saying that, Yang Fan took out a translucent bottle from the storage bag, and only a crystal elixir was contained in it, shining with a diamond-like luster, emitting a fatal temptation.

"This is……"

Yuwen Xin just saw the pill and realized its great value.

Yang Fan smiled mysteriously and uttered a few words: "Marceal Cleansing Pill."

Marrow-cleaning pill!

Yuwen Xin's expression changed and she looked at Yang Fan with a complicated expression.

She read a lot of books and ancient books and knew that there was an extremely rare immortal pill in the world called Marrow Cleansing Pill, which can greatly increase a person's physique and is the holy pill that secular warriors dream of.

However, this pill is extremely rare and rare and is rarely seen in the secular world.

"Brother Yang, this is too expensive..." Yuwen Xin didn't dare to answer.

Yang Fan smiled wildly: "What's the point of a marrow-cleaning pill? This is a small gift I gave you as a guide. Besides, you have also put a lot of effort into the planning of the clinic in these days."

Yang Fan has refined more than a dozen pieces of marrow cleaning pills.

"Thank you, Brother Yang, Xin'er cannot repay such kindness." Yuwen Xin bowed slightly and took the small bottle.

Yang Fan instructed: "You must not take this spiritual pill alone. You can take it under the protection of your father or me. After taking the pill for three days, your body will undergo a transformation, far beyond the secular mortals and ordinary warriors."

"Xin'er understands." Yuwen Xin put away the elixir.

At this moment, a manager from the royal palace came over: "Report to the second princess, Yang Yaoshi, the preparations for the clinic have been completed, and now only one plaque is missing."

"Plate?" Yuwen Xin cast inquiring eyes at Yang Fan.

"You send someone to buy a good plaque. I have already thought of the name of the clinic and will ask an expert to write an inscription." Yang Fan said lightly.

Yuwen Xin asked curiously: "I wonder what the name of the clinic is?"

Yang Fan took a deep breath and said in a strange tone: "Xianhong Medical Center."

Xianhong Medical Center.

Yuwen Xin recited these four words lightly and felt a strange feeling, but it was hard to explain.

Why did Xianhong and Yang Fan choose this name? Yuwen Xin was a little puzzled, but he didn't ask for it for a while.

"I can ask for any difficulties together. My clinic should be opened as soon as possible."

Yang Fan asked the manager of the royal palace.

"When it comes to Yang Yaoshi's words, the plaque has been bought, but I just waited for the inscription. Because the name of the clinic is to be determined, I dare not make any decisions." The manager pondered: "In addition, the clinic has been completed, but I heard from the general manager that there is another thing that is difficult to deal with..."

"Is it a problem with people?" Yang Fan asked with a smile.

"That's right, ordinary doctors are easy to invite, but if you want to invite the immortal master to come, it's a little troublesome." The manager replied.

"I will think of other ways to do this. I will plan another day tomorrow and the clinic will open immediately the next day!"

Yang Fan said extremely decisively.

"Yes, pharmacist, it only takes half a day to eliminate those two factors and everything will be ready." The manager replied.

...

Without staying in the clinic for more time, leaving all the tedious things to the manager, Yang Fan returned to the Yan Prince's Mansion and went straight to Cheng Laoxian's residence.

"Mr. Cheng, can I get the things I entrust you to accomplish?"

Yang Fan pondered.

Cheng Laoxian said with a smile: "It's done. You can go with me tonight to 'Cuiweiju'. As for whether you are satisfied or not, it depends on what you mean."

"Okay, that's it. My clinic will be opened the day after tomorrow. This matter cannot be delayed." Yang Fan said with a serious expression.

That night, Cheng Laoxian accompanied Yang Fan to the Yan Prince's Mansion and came to the "Cuiweiju" where he went last time. Hu Fei, the personal bodyguard, was accompanied by him.

Cuiweiju is a place for monks to communicate and trade. Last time, Yang Fan sold the purple-green brush to Cheng Laoxian at a low price of one hundred spirit stones, thus gaining the favor of the grandfather and grandson.

"Enter here." Cheng Laoxian brought Yang Fan into a separate wing room.

The style of the wing room is elegant and fresh. Yang Fan had just sat down. Cheng Laoxian clapped his hands gently and the door on the other side of the wing room opened.

More than a dozen immortal cultivators walked out of the side door, and there are two types:

The first type is a boy and a girl who is between fourteen and sixteen years old.

The second type is the cultivators who are generally older, all of whom are pharmacists.

"Haha, Yaoshi Yang can just screen it." Cheng Laoxian said with a smile.
Chapter completed!