Lu Feng said it very ordinary, but his tone was very harsh and very ugly.

A hint of anger flashed across Ning Jing's face.

Wang Xiaoming turned his head and looked at the young man in front of him.

It is said that he is a young man, but he is actually not younger than Wang Xiaoming, and perhaps a few years older than Wang Xiaoming.

I'm not young anymore, why don't you speak through your brain

Wang Xiaoming is really speechless about such a person. Everyone can tell that he is interested in Ning Jing, but Ning Jing is not your private property. Can you speak well?

Ning Jing coldly faced, pulled Wang Xiaoming's hand and said: This is my friend, let's leave first. Ning Jing said hello and was about to leave, and she never thought about introducing Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming looked down at the hand that was held by Ning Jing, and there was a smile in his eyes.

Lu Feng's eyes also fell on the hands of the two holding each other. His originally angry eyes suddenly became full of viciousness.

I wonder how long he has been pursuing Ning Jing. Five or eight years have passed. After so many years, he has never touched Ning Jing's hand, but this bastard actually held Ning Jing's little hand, which is unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable.

Lu Feng, who was angry and jealous, could no longer bear it, rushed over and punched Wang Xiaoming in the face.

After all, this guy is just a spoiled young master. He looks like a child and has the most impulsive personality. He is angry and immediately starts to thug without paying attention.

Although Wang Xiaoming had his back to Lu Feng, with Wang Xiaoming's current ability, even if he had his back to Lu Feng, he could feel Lu Feng's movements. Wang Xiaoming didn't have to look back, and just waved his hand and hit Lu Feng's fist. Lu Feng's fist immediately rolled back and hit his own nose.

Lu Feng screamed. His nose immediately became red and swollen, and blood flowed across his nostrils.

Lufeng, how are you doing

How do you hit someone

Call the security guard soon. Something happened here and someone was hit.

Who are you, how can you hit people here

Several of the men and women who accompanied Lu Feng in immediately walked over excitedly, caring about Lu Feng's condition while accusing Wang Xiaoming of anger.

Wang Xiaoming looked at them coldly and said nothing.

It's obvious. They are all in the same group. Since they are in the same group, what else can I say?

The rest of the people were obviously hesitant and did not know which party to help.

Ning Jing looked at Wang Xiaoming in surprise and Lu Feng. With her understanding of Wang Xiaoming and Lu Feng, she felt that this matter was probably Lu Feng doing something. Moreover, with the combat effectiveness shown by Wang Xiaoming before, Wang Xiaoming really wanted to take action, and Lu Feng was not as simple as minor injuries.

Thinking of this, Ning Jing seemed to have understood the whole story. She immediately stood in front of Wang Xiaoming with great protection, as if she wanted to protect Wang Xiaoming. In fact, Ning Jing would take action when she was angry. That would be a problem. After all, the people who could come here were all related to the Ye family. If you don’t look at monks and Buddha’s faces, it will always be bad for them to hurt them.

Enough, it’s useless for you to make enough trouble, I’m not dead yet. An old voice suddenly came, and although the voice was old, it was full of majesty.

Everyone turned around and saw that Old Master Ye was yelling at them angrily.

After being yelled by Mr. Ye, these men and women immediately did not dare to speak.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman happened to walk in from outside the door. When the woman saw Lu Feng, who was beaten in the ward with blood, she immediately screamed and ran in.

Son, what's wrong with you, son? Who beats you? He's so brave. Who dares to hit my son? The middle-aged couple ran in and shouted.

Everyone's eyes immediately fell on Wang Xiaoming.

The middle-aged woman looked at Wang Xiaoming and saw that Wang Xiaoming was a strange face. She immediately shouted arrogantly: Did you beat my son? Who are you? You are so brave and dare to hit my son. Let me tell you, if you beat my son, don’t give our Lu family an explanation, don’t think about going out from here.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes turned cold and he looked at the middle-aged shrew coldly.

Mr. Ye glared at his eyes and said bluntly: Enough, enough, Lu's wife, when will you make trouble in front of me? Everyone here is my guests. I want to cause trouble for my guests. I will talk about it after I die. Now, I don't welcome you here, so you can go out for me.

Mr. Ye was not loud, but he was full of majesty. As soon as the sound sounded, everyone in the room was shocked.

The middle-aged woman was scolded by Mr. Ye, and she didn't dare to act rashly. You know, Mr. Ye is an elder of the same generation as her parents. How could she dare to be arrogant in front of Mr. Ye? She just saw her son being injured and was too excited to do so.

Now that Mr. Ye has been sniffed, he has calmed down and naturally he doesn’t dare to do anything randomly.

The middle-aged woman immediately said: "My master is wrong, I am wrong in this matter, I will leave now."

Mr. Ye had to give face, so she didn't even dare to argue. After admitting her mistake, she immediately helped her injured son up, turned around and walked out of the ward.

But when she walked out of the ward, the middle-aged woman glanced at Wang Xiaoming, and her eyes were filled with coldness and anger. It was obvious that she had held a grudge against Wang Xiaoming. This matter would never be so easy to let go. As long as Wang Xiaoming left the ward, she would find someone to repair Wang Xiaoming.

Mr. Ye has a great reputation, but it’s a pity that Mr. Ye is a dying person, so Mr. Ye’s face can only be effective in the ward.

Ning Jing didn't leave at this time, and hurriedly returned to the edge of the hospital bed and said softly: Grandpa Ye, don't be angry. Is it worth getting angry about such a thing? Also, I want to thank you for helping my friend.

Mr. Ye smiled and said softly: How could I be angry with them? They are not worthy. But you, a little girl, said that she is not a boyfriend or a boyfriend, and you are still helping him.

Don't rush to deny it. Old man, I'm not dazzled, I can't see it yet, but then again, you know the situation of the Lu family, here. The old man can shock them, but I can guarantee that after leaving the ward, what the old man said will be useless. I'm almost dead, and no one will take my words seriously. So, you'd better make some preparations, but don't suffer any losses.

As soon as he changed his voice, Mr. Ye kindly reminded him.

The older the ginger, the more spicy the person is, the older the person is, the more refined the person is. Although Mr. Ye is old and almost dying, he is not stupid yet, so he can still see things clearly.

Wang Xiaoming suddenly laughed. He walked forward two steps, approached the hospital bed, leaned over and whispered: If you want to pay a price of 100 million US dollars, will you be willing to obtain your ten-year life span?

Mr. Ye was stunned for 300 million US dollars, ten years of life, and looked at Wang Xiaoming foolishly.

Mr. Ye suddenly smiled. But the smile was a little cold, and he said softly: Young man, the old man is so old, it is not that easy to cheat. It is not funny to let me live ten more years.

Wang Xiaoming didn't explain much, but took out a box from his body. He opened the box and was filled with silver needles. Wang Xiaoming pulled out a few silver needles. In the surprised gaze of Mr. Ye, the silver needle stabbed Mr. Ye.

The silver needle pierced very quickly, so when it penetrated the flesh, there was no pain at all. I could only feel the skin numb and pierced through it.

Wang Xiaoming moved very quickly, and his hands danced out a phantom. In the phantom, more than ten silver needles quickly inserted into Mr. Ye.

When Mr. Ye came to his senses, Wang Xiaoming had completed his movements and had already stabbed seventeen silver needles on his body. Each silver needle was slightly shaking. The last silver needle was gently pinched by Wang Xiaoming and slowly rubbed.

As Wang Xiaoming rubbed, the green wood energy in Wang Xiaoming's body immediately entered Mr. Ye's body along the silver needle, strengthening and nourishing Mr. Ye's body.

Mr. Ye was a little nervous at first, but after seeing Wang Xiaoming's actions, he immediately felt aroused and became calm.

Wang Xiaoming's treatment process was not long, just three or five minutes. After the treatment, Wang Xiaoming pulled it up and pulled out all the silver needles on Mr. Ye's body.

Mr. Ye is not a person without vision. Only masters can do this skill in drawing needles, and he is also a master he has never met before.

He didn't see such a skill in the hands of other acupuncturists.

Wang Xiaoming put away the silver needle and did not explain anything. He just said: I will stay in Hong Kong for three days, and the old man has three days to consider.

After saying that, Wang Xiaoming turned to Ning Jing, who was already stunned and said: Ning Jing, you promised me before that if I came to Hong Kong, you would take me to travel to Hong Kong. You can't go back on your word now.

Ning Jing didn't think much and immediately said: Of course she won't go back on her promise.

That's good, let's go. Wang Xiaoming smiled and pulled Ning Jing's hand, and an inexplicable force emerged. Ning Jing felt that his body seemed to float up. Wang Xiaoming gently pulled it and followed him.

Wang Xiaoming's skill is not simple. It was during this period that he practiced more in Japan and Nami Kiyomizu, which made Wang Xiaoming's skills become more and more profound, so that he could do this with ease.

Before Ning Jing could react, Wang Xiaoming pulled Ning Jing out of the ward with a slight pull. The two of them had already walked into the corridor outside the ward.

Wang Xiaoming then smiled and let go of his hand.

Ning Jing reacted and immediately asked nervously: Is what you just said true? You can really treat Grandpa Ye’s illness.

Wang Xiaoming shook his head and said: You should have heard what I said just now. I can't cure Mr. Ye's disease, at least it can't be cured now, so I can't cure his disease, so I can only delay his onset time and allow him to live ten years more. As for what happened ten years later, it will be discussed in ten years.

Wang Xiaoming was also hesitating before whether to rescue people or to expose his own means of treating this disease.

At that time, Wang Xiaoming was already thinking that he would hide this matter first, but the scene of Mr. Ye scolding the Lu family and protecting himself made Wang Xiaoming feel warm and he immediately changed his mind to treat Mr. Ye.

He just wanted to treat Mr. Ye out of thin air, but Wang Xiaoming would not do such a thing.

This is because he is dedicated to his care and makes people suspicious. Secondly, Mr. Ye’s treatment can also be regarded as a starting point in his medical career. In the future, he can be settled based on Mr. Ye’s medical expenses for treating diseases of the same degree.

The treatment fee ordered by Wang Xiaoming is 300 million US dollars, which is 1.8 billion rmb.

One or two billion seems to be a lot, but for ordinary people who have no money, for rich people, if they can continue to live, one or two billion is really not expensive.

You know, if it weren't for Wang Xiaoming's treatment, Mr. Ye would have been willing to pay 18 billion or 180 billion, that would be a dead end.

When a person dies, no matter how much money it is, it is useless.

So, it’s not expensive to be able to continue to live.

Of course, this is for the rich. For the poor, life is not worth much. If you really have that money, it is better to leave the money to your family and descendants.

Wang Xiaoming pulled Ning Jing away and asked Ning Jing to take him to travel in Hong Kong.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming and Ning Jing leave, Mr. Ye's expression was very uneasy.

Originally, Old Master Ye thought he was the one who would die, but now, when he heard Wang Xiaoming say that he didn't have to die, he could continue to live for ten more years. Although he sneered before and said that he didn't believe it, only he himself knew it.

When he heard this news, he was so shocked and shocked.

When he was shocked, Wang Xiaoming's acupuncture technique shocked him again, and this time the shock was even greater than what he had been before.

Because after the acupuncture technique was performed, Mr. Ye could clearly feel that his physical strength was recovering rapidly, and the pain in his body was quickly moving away.

In just a few minutes, Old Master Ye felt that he had returned to normal. Not only did the pain in his body disappear, but all the lost energy and physical strength also came back.

He felt that at this moment, he had returned to his state ten years ago, and there was no problem even if he went to the court and played a football game.

Incredible, so amazing, is this true? Old Master Ye sat up from the hospital bed, his face full of disbelief.

He knew his own body best. Under normal circumstances, he could only lie on the bed. It was impossible to sit up from the bed and rely on himself.

But now, he relied on his own strength to sit up from the bed, and it was easy.

This relaxed and powerful feeling made him miss and fascinated.
Chapter completed!