After listening to the call, Jiang Weiming's voice suddenly rose several degrees and he roared angrily.
What he loves most is his son. He is usually reluctant to even curse. How can he be willing to amputate his son's limbs now?
But the doctor said that if I don’t ampute my leg, my life will be in danger!
Amputation?
Or lost his life?
Now he is facing a dilemma.
However, just when he was hesitating, he accidentally glanced at Ye Fan.
etc?
He guessed all my son’s injuries! Could he really have a way to heal his son’s hands and feet? Or maybe he was just deceiving people?
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but have a suspicion.
So, he decided to test Ye Fan!
"Ye Fan! Do you really have a way to cure my son's hands and feet?" Jiang Weiming gritted his teeth and stared at Ye Fan, asking coldly.
At this time, Ye Fan glanced at him contemptuously, and then said coldly: "Of course! Otherwise, why would I have guessed everything about your son's injuries?"
"Is there really a way to treat my son's hands and feet?" Jiang Weiming asked dubiously.
"It's up to you to believe it or not! Of course, it doesn't matter to me whether you believe it or not. Anyway, it's your son who died, not me!" Ye Fan spread his hands and said with a playful expression.
"Okay! I believe you!"
Jiang Weiming thought for a while, but decided to believe Ye Fan.
"Then what?" Ye Fan asked thoughtfully.
Jiang Weiming frowned slightly. He always felt that there was something in Ye Fan's words, "Then? Then didn't you help to save my son's hands and feet?"
"hehe!"
At this time, Ye Fan lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.
"call!"
Under the smoke, his expression looked uncertain, as if he was hiding something, which was unpredictable.
After a long while, he raised his eyelids and looked at Jiang Weiming, sneered and said: "Mr. Jiang! I think you are overthinking? When did I promise to help your son heal his hands and feet? Besides! What did you just say?
Didn't you accuse me of being a freeloader? Haha! For a freeloader like me, how can He Dehe help your son heal his hands and feet?"
"you?"
Jiang Weiming's eyes widened, his whole body was shaking with anger, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
Of course he knew that Ye Fan was deliberately making things difficult for him, but for the sake of his son, he could only bite the bullet and beg Ye Fan to take action.
"Ye Fan! I was just impulsive, so I talked nonsense. Please don't take it to heart!" Jiang Weiming begged Ye Fan with a bitter face.
Ye Fan waved his hands, pretending to be sad, and said: "Mr. Jiang, I'm such a person! In fact, my heart is quite fragile and I don't tolerate others gossiping about me. What's more, you scolded me in front of me.
You are a freeloader! This makes me even more heartbroken! Once I am sad, I am not in the mood to save people. Once I am not in the mood to save people, then Mr. Jiang..."