Chapter 18 The Doctor

　　Zhou Fan continued practicing the four styles of the Tiger Form Twelve Styles of Awakening, but instead of inhaling Yuan Qi rashly, he practiced it by disassembling it one style at a time. 　　The reason for practicing this style is to better mobilize the muscles of the body, which helps to speed up the speed of the muscles absorbing Yuan Qi. 　　The effect of one time was not considered obvious, but as long as one was diligent and hardworking, the number of times stacked up would yield considerable results. 　　Just as Zhou Fan was concentrating on practicing in the backyard, he heard a shout from the front door, "Is anyone home?" 　　Zhou Fan, who was practicing the 'Fierce Tiger Bouncing Leg' heard the shout, he rolled over and stood up straight patting the dust on his body before shouting towards the outside, "Yes, who is it?" 　　As he spoke, Zhou Fan had already circled around from the back of the house to the front of the house, and he saw a middle-aged man with a medium build standing in front of the door. 　　The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe, with a mahogany box hanging diagonally on his right side, his face was upright and slightly rounded, with a long beard on his jaw, and the whole man looked very refined. 　　The man's color was very good, red-faced he showed a gentle smile to Zhou Fan. 　　Zhou Fan looked at the stranger and said, "My parents are not at home, if you want to find them, you have to come over at night." 　　The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "You've misunderstood, I'm not here to find Yimu and the others, but to find you." 　　"Me?" Zhou Fan froze slightly and said, he did not have the memories of his predecessor, naturally he could not recognize this person, originally, looking at his age comparable to that of his parents, he thought that he was a friend of his parents, but who knew that he was the one who came to look for him, which made Zhou Fan a little surprised. 　　"I know that you have forgotten the previous things, so reintroduce me, my name is Zhang He, I am the village doctor." Zhang He said with a faint smile overflowing on his face. 　　Zhou Fan frowned slightly for a moment and quickly stretched it out, "So it's Doctor Zhang, I'm really sorry, quickly please sit inside." 　　Zhou Fan then invited Zhang He into the hall of the house and sat down, pouring him a cup of water. 　　Zhang He took the cup and said thank you, then casually placed the cup on the desktop and smiled, "I came here this time to give you a checkup, a few days ago you woke up, but I've been busy with other patients, so I didn't rush to see you, and I came over today on the rare occasion that I had the time." 　　"Then I'll thank Dr. Zhang first." Zhou Fan said with a polite face. 　　"No need to be polite, this is what I should do." Zhang He smiled and gently stroked the long beard under his jaw, "You turn around first, let me see how the scar on your head is doing?" 　　Zhou Fan nodded his head in agreement and turned his back to Zhang He, with his back turned in this way, Zhou Fan's face became grave, his hands resting on his thighs on both sides had slightly closed into fists. 　　"Well, the recovery is really good." Zhang He's laughter came from behind Zhou Fan as he looked on while gently touching the scar on the back of Zhou Fan's head with his finger. 　　"Doctor Zhang, what happened to my injury?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively. 　　"Huh, didn't your father tell you about it?" Zhang He said with some surprise. 　　"No, I just woke up these few days, and then I ran into this big event of hair binding, as you know, I don't have good luck with longevity, and I had to make some preparations for joining the patrols, so I haven't had the time to ask them about it." Zhou Fan said with a somewhat naive smile. 　　"So that's how it is, you've hurt yourself from the fall." Zhang He loosened his fingers on the back of Zhou Fan's head, "You can turn around and come over." 　　Zhang He's answer was exactly the same as Zhou Yi Mu's, but Zhou Fan was prepared for this, this was probably something Zhang He and Zhou Yi Mu had discussed. 　　Zhou Fan turned over, his face with a puzzled look, "So it was a fall injury, was it serious then?" 　　"Quite serious." The smile on Zhang He's face was slightly converged and said, "At that time, you fell and the back of your head was full of blood, fortunately, your father rushed to find me, and I arrived in time to heal your wounds, and only then did I save you back." 　　"Then why did I fall and hurt myself for no reason?" Zhou Fan continued to ask. 　　"This well ......" Zhang He pondered for a moment and shook his head, "I wouldn't know, I'm afraid your father doesn't know either, and when he found you, you had already fallen unconscious on the ground." 　　Speaking here, Zhang He smiled and patted Zhou Fan's shoulder and said, "Young man don't think too much, you have fallen to your head, if you think too much, your brain may hurt, no matter how you fell and hurt yourself, you are finally fine now, that's good, stretch your hand out, I'll take your pulse." 　　"Doctor Zhang, I'll listen to you." Zhou Fan's face showed the innocent naive smile of a teenager, "Which hand?" 　　"Both hands should be looked at when checking the pulse." Zhang He said, "Let's look at the right hand first." 　　Zhou Fan then stretched out his right hand for Zhang He to take his pulse, when Zhang He finished checking his right hand's pulse for him, Zhou Fan switched to his left hand to show him. 　　"Dr. Zhang, how is my body?" When both his right and left hands were finished, Zhou Fan looked at the silent Zhang He and asked with concern. 　　Zhang He was silent for a while and smiled, "There is nothing serious, your pulse is four to a breath, not floating, not sinking, not too big, not too small, the rhythm is even, calm and gentle, fluent and powerful, it is a normal pulse." 　　"That's good." Zhou Fan laughed. 　　After taking Zhou Fan's pulse, Zhang He said that he had something else to do and stood up to say goodbye, Zhou Fan hurriedly sent the person to the door. 　　When he was sent to the door, Zhou Fan took out the five copper coins that his parents had left for him and said, "Dr. Zhang, it's a small gesture, no honor." 　　"Don't." Zhang He refused to accept, "I have already taken your family's consultation fee before, this time I came over to review your consultation, this money is not to be taken." 　　When Zhang He did not accept it, Zhou Fan did not push the copper coins around like an adult, but directly put it into his pocket again, saying, "Then, Dr. Zhang, take your time." 　　Zhang He's feet did not move, he stroked his beard and looked at Zhou Fan, his face once again showed that gentle smile and said, "Ah Fan, your personality before was not as cheerful as it is now, it seems that this injury may not be without its benefits." 　　"Is that so?" Zhou Fan let out a silly laugh while rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, seemingly a little shy. 　　"Rest well, and if you feel any discomfort, you have to remember to come and find me." Zhang He didn't reply, instead he turned around and left with another admonition. 　　Zhou Fan looked at Zhang He's back until Zhang He turned the corner from a yellow mud house and disappeared, only then did Zhou Fan retract his eyes, his face no longer smiling. 　　Zhou Fan closed the wooden door with both hands, the light was cut off by the door, his whole body was lost in the darkness, only a faint ray of light penetrated through the gap and landed right in the center of his face, it seemed to cut his face into two halves. 　　Looking at this ray of light, Zhang He's gentle smile floated to his mind once again, only this smile made Zhou Fan feel a little chill in his heart. 　　In his previous life, as a criminal police officer, Zhou Fan had seen a similar smile on the face of a serial killer.