"Xiao Liuzi, I heard that you are going down the mountain?"

"Um!"

"Then come to Second Senior Sister, give you endless money and take you to date beautiful girls in uniforms?"

"Don't go to Second Senior Sister's place. Come to Fourth Senior Sister's place. How about we train you into a big star in a week, followed by a group of little fans?"

Another message popped up: "Come to Third Senior Sister and become a soldier. How can a good man not be a soldier? Think about the passion of being in charge of a hundred thousand soldiers and galloping on the battlefield?"

"Don't go, Xiao Liuzi. They are all scheming and licking blood with the tip of their knives. We are all medical students, so doctors should be benevolent, right?"

"Hey, hey, hey, you three girls are looking for trouble, aren't you? Do you dare to snatch Xiaoliu from me?" the second senior sister said.

The fourth senior sister immediately refused to accept: "Second senior sister, don't bully the small ones with your big brother. It's fair competition. Xiao Liuzi can choose whoever he wants."

"right!"

"that is!"

After waiting for a few minutes, the four senior sisters each asked a few questions.

On the grass on the hill, a handsome and sunny young man held a piece of grass in his mouth and looked at the group chat on his mobile phone, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

These are Ning Fan's four senior sisters. They are all orphans. They were adopted by their master and grew up together in the Taoist temple.

The eldest one is only less than six years older than Ning Fan, and they came down the mountain earlier than Ning Fan.

Now they have already established their own world in the secular world, and all of them are famous and powerful figures.

Ning Fan returned to the Taoist temple and wanted to see his master, but he only saw the middle-aged Taoist priest Wang Zhen.

"Uncle Wang, where is my master?"

"When you are all gone, he will inevitably be sad. This is what he gave to you."

Wang Zhen handed over a package, and Ning Fan opened it. Inside were pieces of red paper.

Ning Fan looked at it in great surprise, and Ning Fan doubted his own eyes.

"Yes, these are seven marriage contracts. When you were a child, your master was afraid that you would become a bachelor, so he found a wife for you."

"Uncle Wang, are you beautiful?" Ning Fan asked with a smile.

Wang Zhen was speechless. As soon as he heard about his wife, he forgot about his master and said angrily: "Go and see for yourself, but in the eyes of a Taoist priest, she looks no worse than your five senior sisters."

"That's good, I'm leaving."

"You don't see your master anymore?"

Ning Fan smiled and said: "Why bother with tears in his eyes? Just let him cry secretly for a few days and let's go!"

When Ning Fan left the Taoist temple gate, an old man in his seventies ran out and said angrily: "Rebel, I raised a white-eyed wolf. He didn't even look at me before leaving. He's dead."

Wang Zhen on the side smiled and said nothing. He was used to the daily life of master and disciple.

After boarding the train to a distant place, Ning Fan looked at those beautiful little girls and said that the world was full of entertainment and temptations, and he could finally experience them.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Wake up, Grandpa..."

At this time, anxious sounds came from not far away from Ning Fan, as if something had happened.

Many people raised their heads to look, and Ning Fan also stood up. Although he was only nineteen years old, he was nearly 1.85 meters tall, and he looked a bit outstanding when he stood up.

I saw an old man with an ashen face and white lips lying on the seat. Next to him, a very beautiful girl was having sex and kept shouting.

"Give way!"

A middle-aged doctor came over with a medical kit, quickly opened the old man's eyes to see, then picked up the old man and laid him on his back.

The doctor seemed to be following the old man everywhere. He quickly took out his stethoscope and his face became serious.

"Everyone, give way!" the doctor shouted.

The female flight attendant immediately asked all passengers to move aside to ensure normal air circulation.

The doctor began to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the old man, but it still had no effect. After dozens of times, the doctor himself was sweating profusely and panting.

"Grandpa, you don't want to die, grandpa...doctor, please save him quickly."

The pretty girl was so sad that Ning Fan couldn't help but lend her his shoulder to lean on.

"Oh, miss, I tried my best." The doctor sighed.

"What?" Jiang Yurou couldn't believe that her grandfather, who was chatting and laughing with her just now, had now left her.

"well!"

Just as the doctor was about to cover the old man's face, Ning Fan raised his hand and said, "Wait a minute, he's not dead yet?"

Everyone turned their attention to Ning Fan, and their eyes were filled with anger. They had lost their loved ones, yet they still said such treasonous and disrespectful words to the deceased.

Ning Fan walked over, knelt down and felt the old man's pulse first, and said, "It's very weak, but there is still a pulse."

When several people saw Ning Fan's clothes, they saw that he looked pretty and fair, but they felt that this boy had no good intentions. He was wearing a wrinkled shirt and jeans that had been washed white, and he looked like a typical country boy.

"Boy, don't make fun of the dead man. He still has a pulse, so I can't hear it?" the doctor said.

"That's because your hands are too rough!"

"You?" The doctor almost became angry.

But Ning Fan didn't pay attention and said to Jiang Yurou with a smile: "Beauty, can I lend you your hand?"

"Yeah!" Jiang Yurou reached over, and for some reason she intuitively told herself that this stranger could save her grandfather.

Ning Fan looked at this very smooth and delicate little hand and really wanted to touch it carefully, but he had to do business first.

Jiang Yurou put her two slender jade fingers on the pulse of the old man's neck and asked, "Beauty, how are you? Do you feel it?"

"It's true." Jiang Yurou was shocked.

"Yes."

Ning Fan helped the old man up, put his left hand on his shoulder, and opened his right hand to measure the distance, as if he was in the measuring position.

While using a weird method, he asked with a smile: "Beauty, what's your surname, how old are you, and single?"

"I...you save my grandpa first." Jiang Yurou blushed.

"almost done!"

Ning Fan chuckled and slapped the old man on the back. The old man opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, then began to gasp for air, and his face finally recovered a little.

"Grandpa?" Jiang Yurou hugged her grandfather excitedly.

"Your grandpa has a serious illness. If he wants to live longer, he needs to be treated as soon as possible."

After rescuing people, the high-speed train has arrived at the station, and Ning Fan is the first to leave in a hurry.

Not long ago, I received a call from Wang Zhen, saying that one of my fiancées was in Jinhai City. It was her birthday party tonight and I must go there.

Of course Ning Fan had to go. After all, she was his fiancée. First of all, he had to see if she was pretty. Secondly, it was almost time for dinner so he could go and have some food.

"Hello, are you Master Ning Fanning?"

Inadvertently, a pretty woman wearing a suit and uniform asked respectfully from behind Ning Fan.

Ning Fan looked at it and nodded: "Yes, you are... one of my fiancées? Come to pick me up?"

Hearing this, the female secretary immediately turned pale and explained: "I am not your fiancée. It was Mr. Liu who sent me to pick you up. She gave you a sea view villa so that you can have a place to live."
Chapter completed!