My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"No problem, absolutely no problem. You can mention how much Master Lu wants."

Before Song Zixuan could speak, Fang Yueqiu agreed again and again, as if he was afraid that Lu Zijia would go back on his words and wanted to pay for Lu Zijia immediately.

Lu Zijia thought for a while, and finally stretched out a palm.

"Five million? No problem. Can I transfer money to Master Lu now?"

Fang Yueqiu didn't think five million was expensive at all, and even thought that Lu Zijia was sincere.

After all, she also knows that the cost of inviting a talented Celestial Master to take action is generally not low.

Moreover, five million is just a drop in the bucket for the Song family. How much more than five million has been spent on the illness of Old Master Song over the years?

But it didn't make Mr. Song feel better.

The Song family would be very happy if 5 million could make Old Master Song fully recover.

Lu Zijia, "..."

She actually wanted to say it was 500,000.

However, it is still very good to feel that it has increased by 4.5 million all of a sudden.

Perhaps, in addition to giving Old Master Song a few talismans, she could also give him a prescription.

As long as Mr. Song adjusts according to the prescription, he is guaranteed to live to a hundred years of life, without any disease or pain.

After Fang Yueqiu couldn't wait to transfer the account to Lu Zijia, Mr. Song also woke up.

The ambulance also arrived outside the gate of Song's house.

When Old Man Song woke up and knew that Lu Zijia had rescued him, his face was full of surprise and complexity.

If Lu Zijia is really capable, then what she said before is most likely true.

Thinking of this, Old Man Song's mood fluctuated violently again, but this time he didn't faint, and his body didn't feel very uncomfortable.

Song Zhuohai and his wife were originally worried that the old man would be angry again, but seeing that the old man just looked bad and had no symptoms of discomfort, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he took a high look at Lu Zijia's ability.

The ambulance personnel entered the villa, and after asking who the patient was, they were about to put Mr. Song into the ambulance.

But Mr. Song refused, "I'm fine, I can't go to the hospital now, you go!"

How could he possibly stay in the hospital with peace of mind after he vaguely knew the truth of the thunderbolt?

"Dad, let's go to the hospital for a check up."

Although Lu Zijia has already said that Mr. Song is fine for the time being, Song Zhuohai still wants Mr. Song to check it, so that he can really feel relieved after confirming that he is all right.

However, Mr. Song refused to go to the hospital, and there were faint signs of anger.

Song Zhuohai was helpless, afraid that Old Master Song would be furious again, so he could only take a step back.

"Then let the doctor examine you now, okay?" Song Zhuohai's tone was a little helpless.

For the old father who became stubborn and did not recognize his six relatives, he had nothing to do.

This time, Mr. Song compromised.

The Song family has a private doctor, and they have also prepared a medical room with complete medical equipment.

Therefore, it was much more convenient for the doctor to check on Mr. Song.

Soon, the doctor who came to ambulance checked out the results.

After getting the result that Mr. Lu was fine, Song Zhuohai and his wife finally put their hearts back into their stomachs.

"When the patient is old, we still need to be careful not to irritate the patient. Don't be overjoyed."

Although this trip was a bit special, the doctor dutifully warned the Song family.

Fang Yueqiu thanked Ying Ye again and again, and then politely sent the doctors and nurses out of the Song family.

"Go check it out, let me check it out!"

Old Man Song grabbed the cane tightly in one hand and knocked on the ground several times, obviously still in anger.

As for what to check? Naturally, it was to check the source of this landscape painting that Song Zhuolan sent, and to see whether she did it on purpose or was used by others.