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Chapter 607 - 392: The Posture is Somewhat Strange

Chapter 607: Chapter 392: The Posture is Somewhat Strange

Meng Lang was somewhat surprised by this display.

"Hehe! It’s quite lively today."

Brother Biao, seeing only a pair of unfamiliar young faces behind Meng Lang, asked with some confusion.

"Brother, why is it just you? Where is Consultant Yan?"

Previously, Meng Lang had only mentioned that if someone wanted to challenge the Hero of Guanzhong, they should directly contact Yan Weiwei.

Although unclear about what the term "Hero of Guanzhong" actually signified, they naturally equated the two.

"She today... is a bit indisposed, so she didn’t come over."

Indisposed? She didn’t come over?

Brother Biao’s expression was peculiar.

True to the strongest relational ties, when someone came challenging, she didn’t even bother to concoct an excuse for taking leave?

"Then these two are..."

"Oh! My friends, just here to take a look around."

Meng Lang didn’t explain further, turning his gaze towards the several people opposite...

"Master Meng!" Li Lei, seeing Meng Lang really had turned up as promised, looked quite invigorated.

"Cough, cough!" His companion, Master Li, coughed twice and spiritedly greeted Meng Lang with a bow.

"Thank you, Divine Doctor Meng, for your help last time despite past grievances. Otherwise, this old bag of bones would probably already be buried. I’ll never forget the life-saving grace!"

"Hehe! Master Li, you flatter me, I merely happened by," Meng Lang chuckled.

Xiang Wenlong observed the young man known as "Brother Meng" by everyone present.

From the words of teacher and student, Li Lei, this young man seemed to be a medical expert? Looking at his age, it didn’t seem likely?

He had none of the air of a master; not even his physique seemed like that of someone trained in martial arts, probably not the target he was looking for.

Just as he was about to step forward and inquire, Li Lei preempted him, somewhat impatiently retrieving a large paper bag from his bag and presenting it with both hands.

"Master Meng, sorry to trouble you with this trip. My master’s health can’t be delayed any longer, please lend your aid and treat him! This is all my savings; if it’s not enough, just name a price. I’ll do whatever it takes to gather it!"

Everyone looked at the large paper bag in Li Lei’s hands with astonished eyes.

Inside, if it wasn’t a measly sum "just for fun" judging by the size and weight, there must be at least several hundred thousand...

Requesting a consultation for several hundred thousand each time?

What level of divine doctor is this?

"Hey! Junior, who exactly is your Brother Meng?" At this moment, Tang Xiaoqi was no longer scared and leaned in curiously whispering.

Who is he? I want to know too!

Zheng Wan’s head was a bit muddled at the moment.

"Brother Meng," "Master Meng," "Divine Doctor Meng"... How many titles does he have?

Each of these titles seemed to hold many stories...

No wonder they said, "Experience doesn’t necessarily correlate with age."

How rich must his experiences be?

Brother Biao and Ah Xing were equally surprised, but not by the high consultation fee.

They knew Master Meng was skilled in geomancy, but didn’t expect he was also versed in the old medical arts?

But upon thinking about it, medicine and Taoism had always gone hand in hand, so having these skills seemed quite normal?

A master is indeed a master!

If they ever suffered some "complicated and rare disease," couldn’t they have hope now?

Isn’t Master Meng more reliable than those amateur pamphlets on street poles?

Thinking about it even got them a little excited!

Brother Biao looked at that thick "consultation fee" with a sneer in his heart, who was the master to be swayed by a mere few hundred thousand...

"Alright! Then I’ll accept it. We’ll see how much is missing after the treatment," he chuckled.

Brother Biao: "..."

Seeing Meng Lang didn’t even bother to refuse, cheerfully accepting the paper bag right away, everyone’s expressions grew even weirder.

According to the usual script, shouldn’t some divine doctor promptly say something like "A true doctor has a benevolent heart; discussing money vulgarizes it," showing off his noble character?

Even if he wanted the money, in front of so many people, shouldn’t he at least pretend to refuse a bit?

And "we’ll see how much is missing after the treatment"... you still think it’s not enough?

Have divine doctors these days become so worldly?

Only the "die-hard fan," Brother Biao, looking at the money-hungry Meng Lang, was puzzled...

Something’s not right! Previously, when Ah Xing won over ten million, he didn’t even blink as he refused the gratitude money; it made no sense for the master to be affected by mere hundreds of thousands, right?

Hmm! There must be a deeper reason in the master’s actions!

Li Lei, however, appeared delighted, "We’ll follow Master Meng’s lead then. When can we start the treatment?"

"We can start now."

Meng Lang replied, looking towards Cheng Biao, "Brother Biao, is there a quiet room available?"

Though it was a house call, Meng Lang certainly didn’t have a proper office location; his home, holding plenty of huge secrets, of course, couldn’t just casually invite people in.

Plus, already considering recruiting new members, "Liang Shanbo" naturally became the preferred treatment location.

Illness might hit like a crashing mountain but retreats slowly like unraveling silk; Master Li’s old conditions couldn’t be cured overnight.

With this first experience and potentially more, it was up to Brother Biao to seize the opportunity...

"Yes, yes, the general manager’s office over there will do."

Brother Biao immediately instructed a subordinate to clear and vacate the room.

"Alright! Master Li, let’s head over there."

Just as Meng Lang was about to lead them away, Xiang Wenlong, who had been posturing at the side, could no longer hold back!

Hey hey hey! The main challenger is still here, are you treating me like air?

"Wait, please, where is the ’Hero of Guanzhong’?"