One minute.

Yang Chunhui was so anxious that he almost cried, and there was only less than a minute left.

"Smack it."

Yang Chunhui kept slapping himself, tears streaming down his tears, "Sir, I am willing to exchange my life for my father's life. If you save my father, I will jump off the plane immediately."

At this time, Ye Fan stood up.

He didn't speak, his face turned cold.

Under the gaze of everyone, he directly crossed Yang Chunhui and came to the old man. He quickly used the "Three Hands of the King of Hell" and pulled the old man back.

But this is just an urgent problem.

Ye Fan looked at the old man and asked, "The Chief Guest House of the Beijing Traditional Chinese Medicine Trade Union, what a big name, what's the name?"

"I, I..."

"I found out, and I'm called Gu Yuanliang."

Ye Fan stared at Gu Yuanliang and said sternly: "You can open your eyes and see what is the dragon pushing hand."

Huhuhuhuhuhu.

The next moment, Ye Fan wandered on the old man with his hands, with his heart as the center, and his techniques were unpredictable.

Gu Yuanliang was stunned.

His body was trembling and his lips were trembling.

The boy also looked disbelief. He didn't understand why Gu Yuanliang's "dragon pushing hand" was different from this person.

Could it be...

Master’s dragon-pushing hand is fake.

Three minutes later.

Ye Fan stopped and applied the Nine Dragon Divine Needle again.

But Gu Yuanliang couldn't tell that this was the Nine Dragon Divine Needle. This guy's eyesight was too shallow, and he was probably not even as good as Su Muyu.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and the old man was in a stable state.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Dad, you're awake."

Yang Chunhui and his sister cried with joy.

Gu Yuanliang was struck by lightning and fell down.

"Sir, stay."

Seeing Ye Fan turn around and leave without seeking fame and fortune, Yang Chunhui knew that this was the real master.

Experts don’t look at age.

He had been ruining the capital for so long and had known the truth for a long time, but he just forgot everything.

Of course, he can't be blamed.

After all, my father was critically ill at that time, so as a son, he naturally could not think calmly, which is understandable.

"May I ask about the name of sir?"

"Ye Fan."

"Mr. Ye, this is my business card. Please accept it. When I arrive in the capital, I will repay you well. By the way, I will definitely arrange the daily headlines to make Ye Fan famous in the capital's traditional Chinese medicine industry. Of course..."

Yang Chunhui turned around, staring at Gu Yuanliang with cold eyes, his voice as iron as iron, and said with murderous intent:

"I will also give Mr. Gu a headline, but unlike Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye's headline is praise, while Mr. Gu's headline is criticism. I want to let the Chinese medicine community in Beijing know that you are a big quack doctor."

"Not only my Sun Daily, but my friend's newspaper will also report it."

"By the way, I still want to push it from above, so that I can join in the fun with Daxia No. 1 newspaper above."

boom!

Gu Yuanliang's face was ashes.

I knew this time, I had a crush.

His reputation in the traditional Chinese medicine industry in Beijing must plummet; even the traditional Chinese medicine trade union will expel him.

"So you're a quack."

"And I can't push the dragon hand at all. It's fake. I'm so miserable that you lied to me."

"You old bastard."

The young man was extremely angry and punched Gu Yuanliang in the nose. Then he came to Ye Fan and said apologetically: "Brother Ye, I offended so much just now. There is no way. He is my master, and as a disciple, I have to protect him. Now he is not my master, so Brother Ye must forgive me."

Such a strong medical skill and extraordinary temperament, he must have a background.

The boy also comes from a big family, not a fool, so of course he knows how to make choices.

"Um."

Ye Fan nodded, not interested in competing with a little kid.

This is just a small episode.

The cabin became quiet.

However, Gu Yuanliang had no face to take him here to economic class; while Yang Chunhui and his family made up for business class came in.

A few hours later.

The plane arrived at Jingcheng International Airport.

As the capital of Daxia, the sky is different, giving people a feeling of vastness and solemnity.

When you walk out of the airport, you can see endless high-rise buildings, and the impression of a metropolis is engraved in your mind.

The Central Capital City is too big, and one airport is equivalent to two airports in Nanling.

An urban area is equivalent to a third-tier small city.

You should know that there are 18 urban areas in the Central Capital, and you can imagine how big it is.

In this vast city, there are four super families, eight first-tier families, more than ten second-tier families, and more than three-tier cities, and other small families are unclear.

In addition, there are countless consortiums.

Anyway.

This land has a microcosm of the entire Daxia.

"Brother Fan, where are we going now?" Yue Linglong asked.

"Someone is here to pick it up."

Ye Fan found a quiet place to sit down.

Da da da da da.

Behind him, the sound of broken shoes hitting the ground was Shan Junhua, and there was also his friend next to him, the young man who was almost beaten to pieces.

"Hello, Shan Junhua."

"Hello, beautiful girl, my name is Duan Jingyu." The young man stretched out his hand with a smile, and Yue Linglong ignored it directly.

"Is there something wrong?"

Ye Fan looked up and asked.

Shan Junhua said: "Mr. Ye is very skilled in medicine and wants to call a friend. After all, everyone will get sick."

Seeing Ye Fan’s indifferent appearance, Duan Jingyu introduced: “You probably don’t know yet. My elder brother is the eldest son of the Shan family, and the Shan family is one of the eight first-line families in Beijing. My elder brother is the prince of the Shan family, not an ordinary young master.”

The so-called prince is unique to the great family.

Some big families, like the ancient royal family, decided to have a prince early, and this is the young master who will inherit the head of the family in the future.

“So what?”

Ye Fan is still cold.

Duan Jingyu was a little unhappy.

In this capital, no one will give it to Shan Junhua. Even if you have some medical skills, that's all. Is there any Shan family powerful?

"Since Mr. Ye doesn't like it, forget it, see you again if you are destined to do so." Shan Junhua was also simply, without any entanglement.

"The beauty is gone."

Duan Jingyu waved his hand as if he was a prodigal son.

The two didn't go much far.

An armored luxury car appeared in front of Ye Fan.
To be continued...