Ye Fan ignored Lin Qiuling and got into the car and asked Liu Fugui to return to the clinic.

On the way, Ye Fan sent his inference of the murder weapon to Yang Jianxiong.

Then he closed his eyes and rested.

When he returned to the Xuanhuju, Ye Fan found that the number of patients increased a lot, and the entire door was full of people.

Huang Tianjiao was doing odd jobs, Huang Sanzhong checked in, Zhang Daqiang issued the number, Chen Yunfeng grabbed medicine, and Black Dog maintained the team, and the order was pretty good.

I don’t know when Ye Fan’s clinic has become a place for everyone to gather. Chen Yunfeng and the others come here to visit and gather almost every day.

Help by the way.

Even Du Qingdi often appears.

For a moment, Ye Fan's Medical Center became a place where the second generation of China Overseas gathered.

Ye Fan teased that they were all volunteers, otherwise the daily medical fee would not be enough to pay the salary. He went out of the car door and greeted everyone and started to receive the doctor.

In the next three days, Ye Fan was honestly treated in the clinic, treating patients with fifty or sixty people every day, and was so tired that they were sore and back pain.

Ye Fan decided to start next week and implement number treatment every day, with 100 people a day, otherwise he and Sun Bufan will be exhausted sooner or later.

While Chen Biqin rewarded Ye Fan in different ways every day, she instilled in him the idea that Song Hongyan was a good woman, and asked him to do it quickly.

Ye Fan didn't want to listen to his mother's bombing every day. After the clinic closed at dusk, Ye Fan did not rush back to the backyard and took the time to buy something to go to Jinzhilin.

He wanted to see the situation of the gray-clothed boy.

Ye Fan quietly came to the back door and gently pushed open the wooden door of the wing room.

"Swoosh--"

Before Ye Fan's vision could be adapted to the darkness of the wing room, half of the short sword pointed at his throat.

It's so fast that it's unreasonable.

Ye Fan was in a state of interest and moved his body to avoid the sharpness.

But before he stood firm, the dagger reached his eyebrows again.

Ye Fan could only turn his head again.

The short sword fell to nothing, but there was no panic at all. The tip of the sword drooped and pointed to Ye Fan's heart.

No need to send out any time.

Ye Fan had to flash his right hand, and the fish intestine was in his hand to block the sharp attack.

"It's me."

Before the other party could change his moves, Ye Fan sighed softly and stopped the contest.

But he was two points higher than the ability of the boy in gray.

Since practicing martial arts, Ye Fan felt the pressure for the first time. The opponent's three swords were no less lethal than his "ten steps to kill".

If you don’t come out of the Yuyan Sword, you will probably be stabbed.

As Ye Fan made a sound, the lights lit up, the sharpness disappeared instantly, and the murderous aura disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.

"Swoosh--"

Ye Fan looked up and saw the young man in gray take two steps back and put half of the short sword into his sleeve.

His face was no longer black, and his body was no longer bleeding. He had a trace of blood all over his body, but the coldness was still pissing.

He was cold and his temperament was like an iceberg, as if he was born to keep people from a thousand miles away.

But when I saw Ye Fan, my eyes were invisibly warm and soft.

Ye Fan looked at the gray-clothed boy and smiled:

"What I left for you yesterday was dry food. Today I brought you some hot food when I have time, so you can eat it while it's hot."

He put down a heater box and opened it, and there was a bowl of hot porridge, two hot buns, two eggs, and a meat pie.

It's simple, but it's nutritious enough.

The gray-clothed boy whispered: "Thank you."

"You're welcome, eat while it's hot."

Ye Fan smiled and said, "I'll change the medicine for you."

The gray-clothed boy spoke again: "Thank you."

Ye Fan put the bun in his hand, then picked up anti-inflammatory drugs and gauze, and treated the wound of the gray-clothed teenager.

Ye Fan saw that his injury was still serious and he was afraid that it would be difficult to recover within ten days and half a month, so he injected three white lights into the gray-clothed boy.

Soon, the gray-clothed boy's internal injuries healed and his external injuries slowly healed. Even the wounds penetrated by the bullets no longer penetrated blood.

The boy in gray could feel the obvious changes in his body, and he rarely showed a look of surprise on his face, and then he trusted and grateful to Ye Fan more.

Thinking of yesterday's acupuncture and the three white lights just now, Ye Fan subconsciously sighed:

"I don't know who that person is, he has attacked you so hard."

He believed that if the young man in gray hadn't met him, he would have died for at most half an hour last night, which shows how cruel the enemy was to attack.
Chapter completed!