Old John returned to the ward with a dim expression. As an old friend, he felt uncomfortable when he saw Soros like this, just like seeing his former self.

Seeing him like this, Soros naturally understood that his future was bleak. He struggled and said, "Do I have no hope?"

Old John nodded and shook his head: "That's not true, it's because I have no choice. It's not that Ye Yuze who was driven away by you."

The conceited Soros had already restrained his anger at this time and said with a hopeful look: "You mean he can save me and let me recover?"

Old John nodded again: "Not necessarily, but he is the only hope."

"Okay, I can agree to him any conditions, as long as he can treat my language function well."

What Soros felt most uncomfortable now is that he could not speak, he could not speak in a string of words, and his pronunciation was extremely vague. Old John only understood it after working hard.

As the head of a huge business empire, I won’t discuss it if I’m afraid of death. But I can’t even say anything. This is the most uncomfortable thing. Because many things have to be explained, especially financial tycoons like him don’t know how many stocks they will buy and sell every day. If you are not careful, the company will suffer huge losses.

Although the company belongs to him, he still has huge cash flow, and the money is entrusted to him by the customer. Once the loss reaches a certain level, he cannot afford it.

Seeing Soros so determined, Old John scratched his head: "You are also blamed for this. I had already called him to save you, but you drove him away. Now he only said one condition, that is, if you can save you, you will inject 10 billion yuan into his son's insurance company, and give it to him."

"Okay, okay. As long as you want money, that's not a big deal. I just need to go back to the computer. This little money is nothing to me! I promised him!"

Soros suddenly looked relaxed. He was not afraid of spending money, and the most important thing he lacked was money. He was afraid that others would not want money, so that things would be difficult to do.

"Okay, since you agree, I can make the decision to let him come over. He has now gone to New York. But verbal promise is useless. I'll find a lawyer, call yourself to the law firm, sign an agreement and let him come and sign it."

Soros naturally agreed that he would not be able to live such a life that would never last forever.

At noon, Ye Yuze received a call from Old John, and he was also shocked.

In fact, this 10 billion is a reason why he came up with because he didn't want to care about it, but he was unwilling to hurt Old John. Unexpectedly, he agreed and took legal advice.

And he guarantees that he has no responsibility if he cannot be cured. As long as the language function of the treatment is restored, he can get 5 billion, and if his limbs can move 10 billion, he will give it to him all.

Ye Yuze naturally agreed to this condition. He had consulted Liu Xiangdong last night. Soros's situation was earlier, the greater the hope of treatment. So he said goodbye to Cha Hongying and flew back to Boston quickly.

When he arrived at the hospital, he saw Soros posing in a very six plus seven posture. Ye Yuze couldn't help but sigh. Disease is so terrible. No matter how powerful a person is, it is nothing in front of it!

After signing the agreement, Ye Yuze immediately started to treat it. Ye Yuze knew acupuncture, but he could not do the kind of needle-feeding in fantasy novels, and could still cause afterimages.

He could only prick it one by one. Now in this situation, Soros has to poke any acupoint. There are more than a dozen acupoints on his head.

Add Fengchi, Shugou, Jianyu, Quchi, Shusanli, Shuwuli, Neiguan, Hegu and other acupoints on the lower limbs, Fengshi, Xuehai, Liangqiu, Zusanli, Sanyinjiao, Taichong and other acupoints on the lower limbs. He has been stabbed Soros into a hedgehog.

Now Soros can only move his head. Looking at himself covered in thorns, tears flowing. What kind of abuse did this do?

After stabbing the needle, Ye Yuze played and sang at the end of each needle again. He also had to inject internal breath, and finally he had to insert moxa sticks into the end of the needle to burn.

After this technique was completed, more than two hours had passed. Ye Yuze's clothes were soaked in sweat, and he was completely exhausted and leaned against the chair and couldn't get up.

Old John hurriedly came with a cup of coffee to feed Ye Yuze to drink. Ye Yuze's strength recovered after drinking the coffee, and he barely sat upright.

Soros looked at Ye Yuze with a complicated expression. Until now, he was not sure if he would be stabbed to death by these needles? It was so scary.

However, Ye Yuze was still a little moved when he was tired of himself. Although he paid the money, once the treatment was useless, he would not get a penny of that money.

After about forty minutes, Ye Yuze supported his body and stood up again and began to pull out the needle. It was not until the last needle was pulled out that Soros completely relaxed. His whole body looked like he was full of thorns. It was so scary.

"Oh, God, it's finally over!" He couldn't help but shout.

"What did you say? Say it again!" Old John shouted at Soros in shock.

"I said God, it's finally over. What's wrong with my friend? Did I say something wrong?" Soros was surprised and thought he had said something wrong?

But as soon as he finished asking this, he understood what the problem was. Because he could hear this sentence clearly.

Ye Yuze leaned on the chair and looked happy: "This is the five billion you have obtained, right?"

Old John and Soros nodded desperately, and tears flowed.

Ye Yuze was also excited with them. The 5 billion was too easy to earn, and he got it in more than three hours. Are he the most awesome worker in history?

"Can I really speak?" Soros asked Ye Yuze in disbelief. Although his speech was far from as fluent as before, he could definitely understand every sentence of the same kind.

"It's so amazing, Ye, I must, okay, okay, thank you!" Soros, who wasn't talking too quickly, stuttered even more.

"Take it slowly, recovery requires a process. You can say more and exercise more. Your current situation is just like a baby learning to speak. You can recover as soon as possible by talking more and practicing more."

Old John grabbed Ye Yuze's hand and stopped letting go, "Ye Yuze, you can't leave anymore. You have to stay at Harvard and pass on your skills!"

Ye Yuze wanted to open his hand: "I am a gifted person and cannot pass it on to others. Maybe my son will do it in the future."

Old John was not willing to let go, and he grabbed him even more tightly: "No, unless you promised me to stay at Harvard, I wouldn't let go. Even if you can't teach others, you can save people, right?"
Chapter completed!