The next day, Ye Han got up early. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, he went to have breakfast. When he returned to the clinic, he saw Shen Quanan already waiting at the door.
Shen Quanan was carrying a heavy elm box in his hand. When he saw Ye Han coming over, he asked, "Have you had breakfast?"
Ye Han said: "Well, I've eaten. Mr. Shen, should we leave now?"
"Um."
"Then I'll hail a taxi."
"No need. A car will pick us up soon." Shen Quanan stopped, "Please wait patiently here for a while."
Only a few minutes later, a black car slowly drove to the door of the clinic. A driver got out of the car, walked up to Shen Quanan and Ye Han, and reached out to take Shen Quanan's hand. He was carrying an elm box inside and said to Shen Quan'an respectfully: "Mr. Shen, I've kept you waiting for a long time. Please get in the car!"
Shen Quan'an nodded and walked directly to the front of the car. The driver hurriedly opened the door and put a hand on the top of the door, fearing that Shen Quan'an would hit his head, showing he was very careful.
"Sit in too!" Shen Quanan sat in the back seat of the car. Seeing Ye Han was still outside, she waved to him and motioned for him to sit in the back seat too.
Without saying a word, Ye Han got into the car as soon as he got in. As soon as he got in, he immediately felt very comfortable. He thought to himself: "I didn't expect that this Volkswagen, which doesn't look good on the outside, is so comfortable inside."
After the driver closed the door, he put the elm box in the trunk, then returned to the driver's seat, glanced at Shen Quanan in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and asked: "Mr. Shen, we can set off. ? "
"It's almost time, let's go."
After hearing Shen Quanan's words, the driver fastened his seat belt, pushed the gear up, stepped on the accelerator, and the car slowly drove forward.
There was relatively little traffic in the morning, which was very suitable for vehicles to pass through. After a while, the car drove out of the city and headed towards the southern suburbs.
Ye Han sat in the car and saw the buildings on both sides of the road. He felt they looked so familiar and asked curiously: "Mr. Shen, where are we going?"
"No. 59, Changjiang Road." Shen Quanan replied.
"Didn't I deliver the medicine yesterday?" Ye Han felt a little suspicious.
"Yesterday is yesterday, today is today."
Ye Han stopped asking, but felt very curious. He had clearly sent the medicine, so why did Shen Quanan have to go there in person today?
After a while, the car arrived at its destination. Ye Han noticed that the car only paused briefly at the manor at No. 59 Changjiang Road. Before the whistle blew, the door had already opened, and he and Shen Quan'an were there. The car drove into the manor smoothly and stopped in front of the villa in the manor.
After the car stopped, the driver immediately got out of the car, walked to the side where Shen Quan'an was sitting, reached out and opened the door, and said with a kind face: "Mr. Shen, you can get out of the car."
Shen Quan'an got out of the car, and Ye Han got off from the other side. The driver took out the heavy elm box from the trunk, ran to the front with the box, and led the way for Shen Quan'an and Ye Han.
At the entrance of the villa, a man in his forties walked out, dressed neatly. When he saw Shen Quanan arriving, he immediately came up to him and said, "Mr. Shen, you are finally here, sir." I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Shen Quanan just said "hmm" without saying anything, and strode into the villa with Ye Han following closely behind. When they both walked in, the man in his forties finally Go in, and the driver goes in with him.
As soon as he entered the hall, Ye Han's eyes were opened. This manor was indeed luxurious, but its style was rather primitive, because all the furniture was extremely Chinese. It can be described in four words, that is, antique.
From the outside, this villa has a European style, but once inside, it has a traditional Chinese style. Ye Han feels like he has entered a wealthy family's home in the 1920s and 1930s.
"Mr. Shen, let's go this way. I'm on the second floor." The man in his forties looked like a housekeeper, leading Shen Quanan all the way.
Shen Quan'an and Ye Han went up to the second floor under the guidance of the housekeeper, and then stopped in front of a room. The door of the room was closed. The housekeeper reached out and knocked on the door twice, and shouted softly: "Master, Mr. Shen coming!"
"Come in..." A feeble voice came from the room, and the voice sounded a little older.
The housekeeper opened the door and asked Shen Quan'an to go in. Ye Han followed Shen Quan'an, but was stopped by the housekeeper: "You can't go in, please wait in the living room."
When Shen Quanan heard this, he turned his head, looked at the housekeeper seriously, and said solemnly: "Butler Zhou, this is my assistant, he must come in!"
Butler Zhou glanced at Ye Han with a sly look. Seeing that Ye Han was dressed in a rustic style, there was a hint of contempt in his eyes. Before he could speak, he heard a voice coming from the room: "Along, since it is Mr. Shen His assistant, let him in."
"Yes, sir." Butler Zhou stepped aside and stopped blocking him.
Ye Han raised his legs and stepped into the room. When he passed by Butler Zhou, he glanced at Butler Zhou, but saw that Butler Zhou's eyes were sunken and his temples were bulging, and he was staring at him with bright eyes. , with a slightly unhappy look on his face.
Their eyes met, and Ye Han felt a hint of hostility in Butler Zhou's eyes. He looked away with disdain, turned his eyes, and walked in swaggeringly.
After Ye Han entered the room, Butler Zhou closed the door from the outside. He followed Shen Quan'an to the big bed.
Lying on the big bed was a man with white hair. He was about sixty years old, but his face was red and his complexion was very good. There was no sign of any illness at all.
When the old man saw Shen Quanan coming over, he sat up slightly, leaned on the bed, and said with a smile: "Mr. Shen, I'm going to trouble you again this time."
Shen Quanan sat down on the edge of the bed without any scruples, stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's wrist, put his finger on the old man's pulse, and said angrily: "Don't say polite words here. You are troublesome. Do I have too few times?"
"Hey, otherwise, you don't have to treat me. If I die, you won't have to go through so much trouble." The old man said with a smile on his face.
"That won't work. Even if you are going to die, you can't die in my hands. Also, you still owe me the money you owe me. If you die, won't all my money be wasted?" Shen Quanan While feeling his pulse, he talked to the old man.
Ye Han stood by the bed, saying nothing, listening intently to the conversation between the two old people. Just from their conversation, Ye Han could tell that these two people should have known each other for a long time, and they were still very close. good.
The old man glanced at Ye Han who was standing there and saw that Ye Han had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He was not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, with short, stiff hair. He was wearing a gray T-shirt on his upper body and a washcloth on his lower body. The pale jeans, although rustic, look very tough.
He moved his eyes away from Ye Han, fell on Shen Quanan's face, and asked: "Who is this young man?"
"His name is Ye Han and he is my assistant." Shen Quanan said.
When the old man heard the name Ye Han, he couldn't help but feel startled. He looked at Ye Han again and thought to himself: "So he is Ye Han... I didn't expect that he would follow Shen Quanan..."
Shen Quanan let go of the old man's hand and said slowly: "Basically, it's nothing serious. The situation is quite stable. However, to be on the safe side, another acupuncture is still needed."
The old man nodded, sat up straight, and took off the pajamas he was wearing, revealing his strong muscles. On his bare chest, there were more than a dozen scars criss-crossing him, and there was a gunshot wound near his heart.
When Ye Han saw such a scene, he immediately frowned and thought to himself: "This old man is covered in scars, including gunshot wounds and knife wounds. Some of the wounds are still in fatal places, but he can still survive. It's incredible." It’s a miracle! It’s not simple for a person to have such scars. It seems that this old man must have been a powerful person when he was young.”
The old man took off his clothes, turned over, and lay on the bed. He was completely naked and exposed. There were two scars on his calves, but there were very few wounds on his back. There was only a gunshot wound close to the heart.
Ye Han was still stunned, impressed by the scars on the old man's body, but he didn't know when Shen Quan'an had brought in the heavy elm box and was squatting beside the bed, about to open the box.
The old man turned his face sideways, saw the surprise on Ye Han's face, and said with a smile: "Young man, is this your first time seeing someone like me?"
Ye Han has a lot of medical experience. He has never seen any kind of scars, but this is the first time he has seen the injuries on the old man's body. He nodded unabashedly and said nothing, but frowned, as if I was surprised that the old man survived this injury.
The old man said slowly: "Now is a peaceful era, and there is basically no war. But in fact, war is everywhere, but you can't see it. There are thirty-six large and small scars on my body, including There are four most fatal wounds. Originally, one foot had already stepped into the Palace of the King of Hell, but my life should not be cut off. The King of Hell still does not dare to accept me..."
Shen Quanan opened the elm box and took out a slender silver needle from it. He was sterilizing the needles one by one with alcohol. After hearing the old man's words, he said: "Tie Zongheng, stop bragging." , Why doesn’t the King of Hell dare to accept you? If you continue to read nonsense, see that I won’t let you go see the King of Hell immediately! When you meet the King of Hell, you can ask him why he doesn’t dare to accept you?”
The old man laughed and said to Ye Han: "Young man, you see, as soon as I opened my mouth, someone couldn't listen anymore. However, the reason why I was able to escape death many times and survive the catastrophe is indeed related to someone. "
Ye Han glanced sideways at Shen Quanan. For some reason, he vaguely felt that Shen Quanan was not as simple as he imagined.
After Shen Quan'an disinfected with alcohol, he picked up a silver needle and yelled at Ye Han who was standing there staring at him: "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you use alcohol cotton on Tie's back?" Disinfect?"