"Mr. Jiang, if I didn't calculate the time wrong, it's time for your son to get worse!" Ye Fan said lightly with a playful sneer on the corner of his mouth.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, it immediately aroused Jiang Weiming's disdain.
"The injury worsens? The surname Ye! Do you think I am a three-year-old child? My son's surgery was very successful. Now he is resting in the ward. How could his injury worsen?" Jiang Weiming retorted Ye Fan with a cold face.
Ye Fan smiled coldly and said meaningfully: "That's only temporary!"
"Who is surnamed Ye, are you a doctor? Do you say that temporary is temporary? Don't forget your identity! You are just a little security guard who lives by eating women's soft food, like you
People are simply a shame for men!” Jiang Weiming continued to mock disdainfully.
"Little security guard? Haha! Maybe you kneel down and beg me to help your son with help!" Ye Fan reminded him meaningfully.
However, his reminder did not attract Jiang Weiming's attention, but instead made Jiang Weiming even more disdainful!
"Stop scaring me! Don't you know what kind of person I, Jiang Weiming, are you? You rely on women to make a fuss just like you, you are just a waste!" Jiang Weiming looked at Ye Fan with contempt and said sarcastically.
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At this time, Lin Ruobing, who was standing beside him, retorted on the spot: "Mr. Jiang, please be careful when speaking! Ye Fan is not a person who is a soft-hearted person. On the contrary, it is because of him that Qingcheng's skin care has developed to such a level!"
As a result, Lin Ruobing's words made Jiang Weiming even more feel that Ye Fan is a man who is a soft-hearted person.
He said even more disdainfully: "Haha, even speaking is supported by women. This is not a soft man, what is a soft man?"
Lin Ruobing saw that Jiang Weiming was still insulting Ye Fan, and she was immediately furious. She was about to speak, but Ye Fan spoke first: "Mr. Jiang, I hope you have such great confidence to be with us later.
Being presumptuous in front of you!”
"Ye Fan! You are wrong. It's not that you'll wait a moment, but that's always the case!" Jiang Weiming shouted arrogantly.
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, his cell phone suddenly rang.
Jiang Weiming took out his cell phone and looked at the phone number. The caller was from the hospital.
When Ye Fan saw this, the playful sneer on the corner of his mouth became even stronger, "Haha! As soon as he talks about Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be there! Mr. Jiang, it seems that your son's injury has worsened!"
Jiang Weiming was snorting coldly, cursing, "Shut up your crow's mouth!"
After saying that, he ignored Ye Fan and answered the phone.
"Hey? Doctor! Are you asking me for anything?" Jiang Weiming asked as soon as he answered the phone.
As a result, an anxious voice came from the other end: "Mr. Jiang, something is wrong! Your son's injury has worsened!"
"What! How could this happen!" Jiang Weiming shouted in shock.
My son's surgery was very successful and his condition was stable, but why did his injuries worsen?
At this time, Jiang Weiming couldn't help but glance at Ye Fan and thought to himself: Did this kid really hit it?
At this time, Ye Fan joked with a lot of fun: "Mr. Jiang, it seems that I was not wrong! Your son's injury has worsened, and now he needs to face amputation!"
"You...who are you scaring? I've been scared since I was a child!" Jiang Weiming certainly didn't believe that his son was injured and faced the possibility of amputation.
At this time, Jiang Weiming had no intention of paying attention to Ye Fan, but asked with great concern: "Doctor! Tell me clearly! What's going on?"
"Mr. Jiang, I just checked your son's injuries and found that his injuries were so serious that they could not be controlled. If you delayed, you might be in danger of your life! So, I suggest amputating the patient...!"
The doctor said with a very serious voice.
"What? Do you really need to amputate?" This chapter has been completed!