3: Chapter 3: Even Honest People Get Scammed?

"This is a mobile phone; without the internet, it cannot look up anything!"

Yang Fan froze after saying that.

He just said that without the internet, the phone couldn't look up anything, but hadn't he just looked something up?

Could it be that there is internet available within this system space!

Seeing Yang Fan frozen, Emperor Taizong of Tang thought it was some kind of treasure that he wasn't allowed to see, so he waved his hand.

"It's fine, no need to see it."

"You should quickly go and find the medicine for Us!"

Yang Fan nodded; since the other party didn't want to see it, he wouldn't push it in front of him.

Trading, after all, naturally requires exchanging items, and a mobile phone is a very precious thing, isn't it!

Later, if Emperor Taizong of Tang shows some sincerity, it would still be possible to trade a mobile phone over.

Besides, this trading space has internet, so it won't be a piece of scrap metal.

It seems to be connected to the real world, so getting online shouldn't be a problem.

"Alright."

Yang Fan looked at his phone and said:

"Then, one hour—oh no, half a shichen later—come back to this trading space!"

He still had that much common sense.

Yang Fan waved goodbye to Emperor Taizong of Tang.

Yang Fan returned to the real world, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention to this side.

He took the gold out of his pocket and looked at it.

He slapped himself again; no problem, it was real, he wasn't dreaming.

He remembered the system prompt from when he first entered the system space.

It said he was a beta tester, and his number was 3; he remembered that this ring was a gift from his father for his 18th birthday.

It seems this ring belonged to his father before, or perhaps to his grandfather or ancestors.

Yang Fan thought to himself that although his father's mind couldn't think normally, he still gave him the heirloom passed down from his ancestors when he reached adulthood at 18.

It seems he also knew this was a very important item, and it was passed down when Yang Fan came of age.

Yang Fan checked the agreed-upon time and hurriedly went to book an appointment with a respiratory specialist.

For Empress Zhangsun, although her condition couldn't be completely cured in modern times, it would certainly be possible to extend her life by several decades.

Emperor Taizong of Tang is so rich; at worst, he could just pack up a set of medical equipment and send it over.

As for the lack of electricity, aren't there generators? Who told him to have gold?

There is nothing that cannot be done; the saying "money can make the devil turn the millstone" isn't just empty talk.

If it can't be done, believe it or not, Emperor Taizong of Tang will smash your dog head with gold!

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Emperor Taizong of Tang saw Yang Fan withdraw from the space, so he also withdrew and asked the Eunuch for the time.

Then he headed towards Empress Zhangsun's bedchamber.

From a distance, Emperor Taizong of Tang could already hear Empress Zhangsuns nickname's coughing and rapid breathing.

He quickly entered the bedchamber and stepped forward to soothe Empress Zhangsun's breathing.

"Are you feeling better, Empress Zhangsuns nickname?"

"Er-lang, I feel like there is a large stone pressing on my chest, and it is getting worse; I fear my days are numbered."

Empress Zhangsun looked at Emperor Taizong of Tang, her eyes filled with reluctance—reluctance to leave her husband, and even more reluctance to leave her underage children, Zhi Nu and Si Zi.

"Don't talk nonsense; I have already found a divine doctor from a thousand years in the future to prescribe medicine for you; you will definitely be fine."

Empress Zhangsun touched Emperor Taizong of Tang's head.

"Er-lang, do you have a fever? Don't be deceived. I know my own illness; so many imperial physicians in the palace haven't been able to improve it for so many years."

"I just can't stop worrying about Zhi Nu and Si Zi!"

After saying this, Empress Zhangsun sighed.

"And it seems Si Zi is just like me; sometimes she also has asthma..."

Empress Zhangsun's face was full of worry.

"Rest assured, is there anyone who could deceive me?"

"I will take you for a walk in the garden, and later you can come with me to meet the young gentleman who is finding medicine for you."

Emperor Taizong of Tang was still very confident in his ability to judge people.

Seeing the divine object in Yang Fan's hand, one could catch a glimpse that the doctors 1400 years later must be beyond imagination.

He was still overestimating modern medicine; they are good at replacing parts, but prevention and treatment have been mostly lost...

Seeing Emperor Taizong of Tang so confident, Empress Zhangsun didn't try to persuade him further.

The two strolled together in the Imperial Garden.

Meanwhile, Yang Fan told the doctor about Empress Zhangsun's situation, but who knew the doctor would suggest a comprehensive lung examination.

Yang Fan was speechless; if the person could come, would there be any need for him to register for an appointment?

After some communication, Yang Fan went to the pharmacy designated by the doctor to buy medicine, and was shocked by the result.

A total of three types of medicine were prescribed: one for emergency, one spray, and one for injection.

The other two were not expensive, but this injection cost 1,000 yuan per dose...

This doctor's judgment wasn't very good.

Does he look like a rich person? Is this medicine something he can afford?

He touched the gold in his pocket; it seemed he would have to sell this item first, otherwise, he wouldn't even be able to afford the medicine.

Although there would still be very good results without that injection—after all, ancient people had never used drugs with resistance—

But one cannot be too unkind; Emperor Taizong of Tang's sincerity was full, one hundred taels of gold!

Yang Fan went to an antique shop to have someone appraise it; he wasn't stupid enough to sell it at a gold shop, as that would be too much of a loss.

No matter what, it's an antique; selling it just as gold would be too foolish.

Upon arriving at the antique shop, Yang Fan didn't dawdle and placed the ten-tael gold ingot directly on the counter.

"Boss, please appraise if this is real."

When the boss saw Yang Fan, he smiled and said:

"Xiao Fan, did you discover some old things at home again!"

Yang Fan smiled and didn't speak; he really had sold quite a few silver dollars and such, which were all his grandmother's dowry, and later sold them all because he was going to college.

Fang Yuan picked up the gold ingot and looked at it; the more he looked, the more wrong it felt. Damn it, why does it look real?

At first, he thought it was fake, after all, there are too many fakes of this stuff online.

But the more he looked, the more shocked he became; it was truly real, but it was preserved too well, as if it had just been made a few years ago.

"Xiao Fan, wait a moment, I'll call my grandfather over to take a look; I'm not quite sure."

Fang Yuan was a bit confused and decided to ask his grandfather to come out and take a look.

Yang Fan nodded; he also believed that Emperor Taizong of Tang wouldn't bring a piece of fake gold to mess with him.

Before long, Fang Yuan's grandfather came over; Fang Yuan's grandfather was very thin, but his eyes were full of spirit.

Yang Fan nodded at the old man.

Fang Zhuhe also nodded at Yang Fan.

He had just been taking a nap and didn't expect his eldest grandson to say he had a piece of gold he couldn't appraise, and asked him to come take a look.

Although his eldest grandson's level wasn't as good as his own, he wouldn't be easily deceived, which is why he felt at ease leaving the shop to him.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the gold on the table.

He hurriedly took off his glasses, wiped them, put them back on, and then picked up that piece of gold.

He couldn't help but make a sound, "Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

What an exquisite gold ingot, and it is preserved so well; no wonder the grandson couldn't make up his mind.

"Young man, where did this gold come from? Are there more!"

The old man could determine at a glance that this thing was real; he had the good fortune to come into contact with one once before.

"Someone gave it to me, it's not from a museum!"

Hearing Yang Fan's words, the old man laughed; he naturally knew it wasn't from a museum, because those were not as well-preserved as the one in his hand.

"This item was auctioned once two years ago, for 5 million per piece."

Upon hearing the price, Yang Fan's mouth opened wide, and he was stunned for a moment!