Hearing the secretary's report, Wang Qingwu shook and her pretty face turned pale in an instant.
She walked out in dismay. Ye Fan was worried that something might happen to her, so he hurriedly followed her.
After getting into Porsche, Wang Qingwu was in a hurry and didn't start the car for half a minute.
Ye Fan couldn't see it, so he moved her to the passenger seat, and then sat in the driving position to start.
After asking for the address, the car rushed out with a loud bang and headed straight for Dongshan Sanatorium fifteen kilometers away.
Along the way, Wang Qingwu lost her agility and smile, but just held the seat belt tightly and looked ahead with her eyes stiff.
There is no doubt that the ‘Young Master Ye’ is very important to her.
"Don't worry, he will be fine."
Ye Fan comforted Wang Qingwu while stepping on the accelerator: "As long as he has a breath, I will definitely save him."
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Wang Qingwu's pretty face became bloody. She looked at Ye Fan with great gratitude: "Ye Fan, thank you."
Ye Fan said hesitantly: "You can see that he is very important to you. Who is he?"
Wang Qingwu trusted Ye Fan very much, so when she heard that he was curious, she did not hesitate to tell her.
The young master Ye, named Ye Zhendong, was a core member of Ye Tang and was once one of Ye Tang's few masters, making a lot of contributions to Ye Tang.
More than 20 years ago, he rescued the kidnapped young Wang Qingwu, and rescued her from the militants with one sword.
It was also more than 20 years ago that he escorted Mrs. Ye back to visit his relatives and was attacked by powerful enemies. He blocked the knife and arrow for Mrs. Ye and was also highly poisoned.
In the end, although he survived, his legs were unable to stand up, and his tendons and veins were severely damaged, so he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
For his safety, Ye Tang sent him back to Longdu for recuperation.
This recuperation lasted for twenty years.
These twenty years have not only made Ye Zhendong gradually depressed, but also made him addicted to alcohol. Although there are many people visiting him, his heart is almost dead.
He could not stand up or hold a sword anymore. For Ye Zhendong, life was worse than death. Fortunately, Wang Qingwu encouraged him over the years, otherwise he would have been afraid that he would have committed suicide long ago.
Seeing that he lost his value to Ye Tang, Ye Zhendong's former enemy gradually became arrogant and shouted that he would kill him with his own hands to pay for his blood debt.
So in recent years, many forces have penetrated into the dragon and want to sacrifice others' heads.
After all, no matter how useless Ye Zhendong is, he is still Ye Tang's bloodline. Ye Tang's former four masters are of great significance to kill him.
"This year, this is the fourth attack."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly: "Uncle Ye used to kill too many enemies and had a lot of blood feuds, so twenty years later, they are still thinking about his head."
"Those people all hope to kill Uncle Ye before he dies of old age or commits suicide."
"Half an hour ago, Uncle Ye was basking in the sun. The guard turned around and took a piece of clothing. Someone shot him in a cold arrow."
She looked ahead and murmured: "Uncle Ye, you must live well. I'm still waiting for you to be my witness."
Ye Fan pursed his lips slightly, but unexpectedly met Ye Tang's people again.
However, after hearing what Wang Qingwu said, Ye Zhendong is like Mo Qianxiong, a man of heaven and earth.
While talking, the car soon arrived at Dongshan Sanatorium.
This sanatorium has nothing to do with the official and is a private investment, so most of the people staying in are rich people, and the service is good, but the security power is not as good as that of the official sanatorium.
Wang Qingwu took out his ID, Ye Fan walked without any obstacles, and soon came to the door of a small villa.
Not only were there many security guards at the door, but there were also police patrolling, and there were more than a dozen cars parked on both sides, and two hospital ambulances.
Ye Fan followed Wang Qingwu into the middle of the hall and soon saw a bunch of people, including police officers, doctors, guards, and officials.
There was a wheelchair between them.
A middle-aged man in his forties sat in his wheelchair.
He has a national face, a hooked nose, wrinkles on his face, dull eyes, and extremely listless spirit.
His shoulders were wrapped in gauze and blood was flowing on them, as if he had been shot.
The wound has been treated, and the instrument coefficient also shows that his body is not in danger, but Ye Zhendong has no emotional ups and downs.
The gray hair made Ye Fan not only feel his aging, but also felt a sense of death.
The Walking Dead, that's all.
"Uncle Ye——" Wang Qingwu squeezed past the crowd asking about her well-being, came to Ye Zhendong and shouted: "Are you okay?"
When Ye Zhendong, who was motionless, saw Wang Qingwu appear, his dull eyes finally changed a little.
However, he still didn't speak, Wang Qingwu felt guilty in her eyes: "Uncle Ye, I'm sorry, I should send you a few more bodyguards..." "Qingwu, let me give Xiao Ye acupuncture."
At this time, a shout came from outside the door, and then Hua Qingfeng and Hua Yanyu and the others hurriedly walked out.
The speed was too fast, so Hua Qingfeng ignored Ye Fan's existence.
As soon as Wang Qingwu got up and moved aside, Hua Qingfeng stood in front of Ye Zhendong and sighed: "For Xiaoye, arrow injury is nothing, what is important is both legs and hands."
"As long as he can stand up again and pick up the sword again, he will be fine, otherwise he will not be able to last this year."
Hua Qingfeng obviously knew Ye Zhendong's personality very well. He slapped the latter's thigh: "Xiao Ye, I will show you another "Three Talents Tongyou"."
"I used this needle to cure more than a dozen people with legs problems, some of which are even more serious than you, but for some unknown reason, it doesn't work for you."
Hua Qingfeng showed a hint of regret. He studied "Three Talents Tongyou" hard and had more than a dozen people in clinical practice, hoping to cure Ye Zhendong.
Unfortunately, it never worked.
"But don't worry, I will do my best. Even if I can't cure it, I will help you find a little miracle doctor."
His eyes were filled with light: "He is better than me in medical skills and should be helpful to you."
Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, Ye Zhendong did not respond and said nothing, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The doctors present also shook their heads gently, thinking that Hua Qingfeng was purely comforting Ye Zhendong.
Hua Qingfeng had no choice but to do anything, what results could the other doctors have achieved?
Hua Qingfeng said nothing more, picked up the silver needle and gave Ye Zhendong acupuncture, and didn't care about the dozen or so doctors around him watching.
However, Hua Yanyu moved from time to time to block the eyes of the people around him, as if he didn't want others to learn his grandfather's acupuncture.
Half an hour later, Hua Qingfeng finished the injection and was sweating profusely.
"Strange, there is still no progress, this shouldn't be."
"The meridians are kinked and the qi and blood are not smooth. If the "Three Talents Tongyou" continue, it should be an immediate effect."
He took his pulse and couldn't stop shaking his head: "What's wrong?"
"His paralysis is not in his form, but in his heart."
A voice came from the wind and clouds: "He can't stand up, the most fundamental reason is the knot in his heart..." Ye Zhendong's narrow eyes suddenly flashed through his light...