Because he didn't want to choose these two requirements, no matter which one he chose, it would be fatal!
At this time, Jiang Weiming turned around and said coldly to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, now my son is here, when are you going to help my son cure his hands and feet?"
Ye Fan smiled slightly and said, "Since Mr. Jiang is so anxious, then I will treat your son's hands and feet first!"
"Please, please!"
Jiang Weiming stepped aside with a stern face. He wanted to see how Ye Fan cured Jiang Bo'an's hands and feet without any medical equipment.
"Hehe! You don't have to be polite. I'm going to take money and eliminate disasters for others! Why are you polite?" Ye Fan grinned, then slowly walked to Jiang Bo'an.
As the saying goes: Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of a rope for ten years!
Perhaps the scene when Ye Fan tortured himself last time was too terrifying, which left an indelible shadow on Jiang Bo'an's heart. So, when he saw Ye Fan walking to him, he immediately shivered with fear.
Then he said in panic: "Ye Fan, what do you...what do you want to do?"
"Don't worry! I won't hurt you!" Ye Fan said with a smile.
But his smile made Jiang Boan creepy and felt a strong chill surrounding him.
"You...what do you want to do? Tell me quickly!" Jiang Boan asked nervously.
"What are you doing? Help you cure your hands and feet!"
Finished!
Ye Fan suddenly took action and grabbed Jiang Bo'an's hands. Before Jiang Bo'an could react, he saw Ye Fan use an extremely strange technique to instantly connect Jiang Bo'an's hands and feet.
This process can be said to be violently operated without any mercy!
"Click!"
"Click!"
Two crisp bone-joining sounds sounded, and Jiang Boan screamed out in pain.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh!"
"My...my hands! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
"Ye Fan! You turtle, isn't it enough for you torture me once? Do you want to torture me again?"
......
Jiang Bo'an screamed and cursed angrily. The originally injured hands were slapped on the wheelchair desperately, as if he wanted to vent his anger.
"Ye Fan! What did you do to my son? You have been so heartless that you have collected 30 billion yuan from me. You have to torture my son like this? Will your conscience hurt?" Jiang Weiming asked angrily.
At this time, Ye Fan said coldly: "Haha! Mr. Jiang, please open your dog's eyes and see, what are your son's hands fucking?"
Well?
His hand?
At this time, Jiang Weiming immediately looked down at Jiang Bo'an's hands, and when he saw Jiang Bo'an's hands constantly slapping his wheelchair.
At this moment, Jiang Weiming was stunned and saw him reminding him with excitement: "Son, your hands can move! Finally you can move!" This chapter has been completed!