Chapter 172 The Dark Blood Dynasty

"Give you a chance and give me a reason to convince me."

A strange color was smearing in Yang Fan's eyes, and he looked at the boy who was kneeling under his feet and was almost desperate.

"I...I..."

The boy named Cang Yun was a little nervous. At this moment, he couldn't even speak smoothly in the place where everyone looked at him.

"You don't need to be nervous, the worst result is that your assessment today is failure, and you can need another opportunity in the future."

Yang Fan comforted unexpectedly, with a friendly and natural look on his face, and a faint warm breath as windy as the body.

When Cang Yun heard this, his panic and uneasiness disappeared and he had an inexplicable belief in the man in front of him.

The rest of the people present also showed surprise. Yang Fan's indifference and ruthlessness had seen him before, and he directly bombarded the stunning girl like Butterfly Lotus without any mercy.

At this moment, Yang Fan was so gentle and charitable, which made people feel good and intimate, just like the great and compassionate Guanyin of the Buddhist merciful jade.

"You stand up and kneel down and get a little mercy, but you can't get the dignity and hope you want."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"Yes, Lord Pharmacist."

Cang Yun felt very calm, and there was a little more firmness in his eyes. He took a deep breath, looked nostalgic and memories, and his thoughts were deeply trapped in the time and space of the past.

Gradually, a deep sadness appeared on his face, and that touch of pain seemed to penetrate into a person's soul, making people tremble.

Yang Fan's heart was shocked. This was an emotion that could resonate with the soul.

As a result, he became more curious. In fact, most of the apprentices he needed to open a clinic were similar to those of a school, and the requirements for apprentices were not high.

Finally at some point, Cang Yun mustered up the courage and said, "I...I want to resurrect my sister!"

resurrection?

Yang Fan raised his eyebrows without making a sound.

The rest of the people present, including several pharmacists, looked at each other when they heard this.

"Resurrection? How is this possible? This is beyond the scope of a physician."

"I heard that some holy medicine masters at the top of the world of immortal cultivation have mastered the magical power of rebirth." An old medicine master whispered.

"Hmph, that's pure nonsense." Another pharmacist sneered.

For a moment, there was a lot of discussion in the wing room.

Several pharmacists in the world of immortal cultivation were half-believing and half-doubted about the resurrection.

When the apprentices heard this, they looked even more shocked. They had little knowledge and felt incredible when they heard this.

Is there really a saying in this world that rebirth?

"Calm down." Yang Fan gently slapped the stool and said calmly: "Resurrection is just a legend. It is impossible in the secular world, but there is still a hint of ethereal possibility in the world of immortal cultivation. Even if it is impossible in the world of immortal cultivation, what about the more distant immortal world?"

call!

Everyone on the field immediately calmed down. After listening to Yang Fan's words, they had endless imaginations.

Secular world, immortal cultivation world, immortal world.

It turns out that the world is so big, and I am just a tiny speck of dust.

"You continue." Yang Fan turned his eyes to Cang Yun's face and said lightly: "You are a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining. Why are you willing to come here to be a pharmacist? At such an age, your qualifications are definitely included in the world."

"You...you!" Cang Yun was extremely surprised. He didn't expect that the man in front of him could see through his cultivation at a glance.

His hidden art is very clever, and it is impossible for a monk under the Concentration Stage to see clearly his reality and reality.

But the mysterious pharmacist in front of him can see through his cultivation at a glance.

Taking a deep breath, Cang Yun spoke, "If the pharmacist can really bring hope to me, Cang Yun is willing to pay any price, so I will be your teacher."

"I accept disciples, qualifications and cultivation are not the most important criteria." Yang Fan shook his head and said, "Let me tell me the reason to convince me."

Cang Yun's eyes darkened slightly and he whispered: "When I was eight years old, I was still an ordinary boy who loved me and my best sister. But in that year, a sudden plague made my father seriously ill. The doctors in the town could not save him. The clinic in the city could treat him, but the family could not afford the money..."

"So, my father left us. After that, my mother took on the burden of the family alone, worked harder and became seriously ill without realizing it. When she was ten years old, she also left me..."

"My mother left me, leaving only us siblings. At that time, my sister was only fourteen years old. In order to make a living, she weaved cloth and washed clothes for others. Because we had no parents, we were bullied every day... That time, when I was twelve years old, my sister was less than sixteen years old, and several gangsters in the town ran to their house to collect debts. I was so poor that I was beaten to death, and those gangsters were still resolutely."

"Sister pleads for me desperately... As a result, in order to avoid torture and to mortgage the false debt, she gave her chastity and let those gangsters play with it..."

Speaking of this, Cang Yun's eyes were bloodshot, his body was trembling, and his voice was hoarse.

"That night... I was tied up by a rope and couldn't move. I saw the rough movements and lewd smiles of those people. But I couldn't do anything about it..."

"Then my sister sold all her belongings and houses and sent me to Kyoto, hoping to find some way to live. Perhaps fortunately, an expert accidentally took a fancy to me and took us into two brothers and sisters. From then on, I followed him to learn skills."

"However, when all this stabilized, one night, my sister suddenly hanged herself..."

Speaking of this, Cang Yun suddenly cried, his eyes filled with deep self-blame and ashamed.

"My parents died because of me, and my sister died because of me. They all suffered so much suffering and humiliation..." Cang Yun sobbed and said, "Why just let me live alone? If I were a pharmacist and a doctor, my parents would not die, and my sister would not die..."

"So that's the reason why you want to be a pharmacist?" Yang Fan looked pondering, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Actually, you were wrong..."

"Wrong? Why?" Cang Yun wiped away his tears and said slightly dissatisfied.

"The mistakes of all this are not about whether you are a pharmacist or not. The root of the problem is that you are the weak. Just imagine, if your family had power and power at the beginning, or if someone in your family had the strength you are at the moment, then your parents would not die, and those gangsters would not bully them at home."

"The weak, this is the most fundamental reason." Yang Fan said lightly.

"The master who took me in, I used to tell me this..." Cang Yun suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at Yang Fan, with a strange look flashing in his eyes.

"Is that true?" Yang Fan didn't find it strange. There were not many people who understood this truth.

"However, in this world, my hope is small. Even the legendary 'Holy Medicine Master' can't do it. Because your sister has been dead for several years, her soul is gone, and even the corpse is rotten."

Yang Fan said bluntly.

"No! Pharmacist!" Cang Yun was excited, "With the help of that master, my sister's body was frozen intact in a strange crystal coffin."

"Oh?" Yang Fan was a little surprised and nodded, "If this is the case, as long as you can find the legendary 'Holy Medicine Master', you will have hope of resurrection. Even some great supernatural cultivators also have such supernatural powers."

"Thank you, Lord Pharmacist, for your advice! Please accept me. Cang Yun only wants to find an apprenticeship in the clinic and then change to the medical school."

Cang Yun's swearing words.

"Change and revise the medical path?" Yang Fan felt extremely friendly when he heard these four words. Isn't this his own experience?

"Well, since you have such a volunteer, I will let you become an apprentice in the clinic."

Yang Fan looked at Cang Yun with a different meaning, then glanced at the other boys and girls, and pointed at the two men and women again, "You, you, you, and you, will all become apprentices in my clinic."

"Yes, Lord Pharmacist."

"Thank you for your kindness."

These people looked happy and felt a sense of pride in their hearts.

As for the remaining few people, they left in shame with a look of loss and reluctance.

"Okay, today's screening ends here." Yang Fan stood up, glanced at the nine people in the wing room, and said with a smile: "Being able to join the Xianhong Medical Center proves that you have the ability to be far better than ordinary people. Tonight, you all go to the royal palace manager to register. Tomorrow morning, you will go to the clinic on time to discuss the details. The day after tomorrow, the clinic will officially open."

"Here, let me ask the last question, among you nine, is anyone who wants to quit?" Yang Fan's eyes suddenly became sharp and he swept over the nine people: "It's still time to quit now."

"No."

"Impossible."

"It must not!"

These people shook their heads and looked resolute.

"When it comes to the front, if you exit the middle, you will be punished with double wages or spirit stones. If you dare to betray the clinic, hum..."

After Yang Fan said this, he stood up and left, Hu Fei followed closely behind.

Laoxian Cheng stayed in the wing room and chatted with them for a few words.

After a while, Yang Fan and the other two walked out of "Cuiweiju".

"Are Master Yang satisfied?" Cheng Laoxian asked with a smile.

"It's okay, but Cang Yun may have some problems. The fourteen-year-old late-stage qi refining cultivator is a genius even among the general immortal cultivator."

Yang Fan said lightly.

"He is really a cultivator in the late stage of Qi Refining? I even took a look." Old Xian Cheng was a little unbelievable.

"I can't read it wrong." Yang Fan said confidently.

"I was only fourteen years old and I was practicing to the late stage of Qi refining. This speed was too fast. I remember when I was at this age, I was still in the Qi sensation period."

Old Xian Cheng sighed softly.

"Haha, who can tell me clearly? As long as there is one thing that is good enough, it can be extraordinary. If both ends are good, it can be called "darling the sky."

Yang Fan said with a smile.

"In this way, Cang Yun may really have some problems. So why do you want to take him in, Yang Yaoshi?"
To be continued...