Chapter three hundred and eighty fifth unfathomable
After being pointed out by Ye Fan, Zhu Changsheng stopped talking and just leaned on the car and meditated.
There is no doubt that he has something to clarify.
Ye Fan did not disturb him, and his attention was focused on the Songjiazhuang in front. Compared with the buildings of Han Nanhua and Zhu Changsheng, the Songjiazhuang was more magnificent.
It occupies an entire mountain, with a long and narrow wall surrounding the entire mountain. There are seventy-two buildings, each of which has a large area.
The most amazing thing is that in addition to all the living facilities, there is also a temple.
The Sanskrit sound is faint, like a fairyland.
More than a thousand people live together, and are served by more than 2,000 bodyguards and servants. There are also three land, sea and air routes, luxury cars, yachts and helicopters.
Basically all the six Song clans are here.
Song Wansan lived in the topmost building, facing the river and thousands of sails passing by.
This is also a business card of Nanling, and many tourists come to the foot of the mountain to check in.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, it's great to have money, and he also understood why Tang Sanguo wanted to build Yunding Mountain.
This kind of condescension does feel like being a king.
When Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng appeared at Song's Villa, there was a lot of traffic at the door, and dozens of nanny cars or RVs slowly drove in.
The cars also have license plates from various places, including Yuncheng, Shicheng, Miaocheng, Zhonghai, and Longdu, many of which are dusty.
Zhu Changsheng picked up the phone and asked, then smiled at Ye Fan: "The Song family has offered a reward of 10 billion, and begged famous doctors to treat Song Wansan."
He said in a playful tone: "So all the famous people came over, bringing teams and equipment with them. Even Hua Qingfeng from Longdu came out."
"Ten billion?"
Ye Fan said in surprise: "This is too generous."
Although Ye Fan made 20 billion U.S. dollars from Huo Zaigua, it was money that the other party had to pay for his life.
It was the first time for Ye Fan to see someone like the Song family offering a reward of tens of billions for one hit. No wonder famous doctors from all over the country rushed over.
At the same time, Ye Fan showed a hint of surprise, how could Song Jinyu offer a reward to save Song Wansan like this?
Logically speaking, he should delay it as long as possible until Song Wansan died.
However, Ye Fan didn't say anything, just waiting to see what happened.
Upon seeing Zhu Changsheng's car, the Song family guards immediately went to report it.
Not long after, a group of men and women in colorful clothes came out to welcome him.
The leader was a white-haired man. He was thin and slightly hunched over, but he walked with great energy. It was obvious that he was a vigorous and resolute man.
Zhu Changsheng whispered to Ye Fan: "Song Jinyu."
"Mr. Zhu, you are welcome to visit us, but you are welcome from afar."
Song Jinyu strode forward to welcome him, with an indescribably bright smile: "The old man is seriously ill in bed and cannot greet me from far away. Please bear with me."
He also took advantage of the situation and glanced at Ye Fan and several doctors, his expressions were eager and could not tell the slightest bit of fuss.
Zhu Changsheng got out of the car with Ye Fan and others, held Song Jinyu's hand and smiled: "I heard that the Song family offered a reward of tens of billions, so I brought the medical team to join in the fun."
He makes the purpose reasonable without leaving any trace.
"Mr. Zhu was joking."
Song Jinyu laughed heartily: "The Zhu family is one of the five wealthy families in China. How can Mr. Zhu's eyes be drawn to a mere tens of billions?"
"Mr. Zhu came with the medical team. I can only say that the old man has a good friend and Nanling has a good parent officer."
Song Jinyu was also flawless, and then shook hands with Ye Fan and others one by one, and sincerely shouted thank you for your hard work.
"I was also seriously ill a few days ago, but was cured by this medical team."
Zhu Changsheng smiled warmly: "Now that I heard that Mr. Song's condition is serious, I brought them over to take a look, hoping to help."
"After all, I have been dating Mr. Song for many years, and the Song family has given me great help."
He sighed with emotion: "If I don't do my best, I will be ashamed of our friendship over the years."
"Mr. Zhu, you are so polite. The old man and the Song family are very grateful to you for showing such kindness."
Song Jinyu raised her hand slightly and said, "Please, please come in. Miracle doctors from all over the country are having a consultation today. The old man is in Feilai Pavilion. He must be very happy to see you."
Zhu Changsheng smiled: "Let's go."
Under Song Jinyu's personal guidance, Ye Fan and the others quickly climbed to the top of the mountain in a patrol car, and then walked into Feilai Pavilion, which covers an area of nearly a thousand square meters.
Feilai Pavilion stands on the top of the mountain, leaning against the cliff. When you open the window, you can see the vast river, and further away, the No. 1 Nanling Bridge.
The scenery is excellent.
When Ye Fan walked into the hall, he found that in addition to a dozen bodyguards and servants, there were also dozens of famous doctors from various places gathered inside.
At the far end of the hall, there is a wooden bed made of huanghuali, with a quilt spread out on the bed and a frail old man in Tang suit lying on it.
The old man looked seventy years old, with a sallow complexion and thin skin. Not only was his cheeks shriveled and dull, his eye sockets were also sunken, and his arms hanging outside were as thin as bamboo poles.
He is only 1.8 meters tall and only weighs a hundred pounds, which shows that his body is severely worn out.
There are many advanced medical instruments placed around him, with flashing lights monitoring his body index.
Obviously this is Song Wansan.
At this moment, dozens of doctors were queuing up to check Song Wansan's pulse.
Next to Song Wansan, there were an old man in gray and a middle-aged fat woman.
The old man in gray clothes is thin and has age spots on his face.
While looking at Song Wansan's condition, he apologized to the diagnostician: "I'm really sorry, Chen Jishi is incompetent and has alarmed everyone."
Obviously he is Chen Jishi, the royal doctor of the Song family.
The fat woman wore a mask and said nothing, as dull as a piece of wood and unattractive, but Ye Fan felt that she was giving off a chill.
"But in order not to waste everyone's time, let me first give you an intuitive look at Mr. Song's situation."
When Ye Fan was curious, Chen Jishi grabbed Song Wansan's left hand and carefully lifted his sleeve.
Dozens of doctors were initially disapproving, but upon seeing it, they were in an uproar.
Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng's eyelids jumped.
I saw that Song Wansan's left arm had an unforgettable and tragic look.
There are dozens of scars on it, criss-crossed horizontally and vertically, of varying depths, but all with a fierceness and penetration.
Shocked and horrified.
Judging from the extent of the scars, these scars were left over the past few months, and some have just scabbed over.
What kind of pain or pressure does it take for someone to hurt themselves like this?
Seeing this condition, thirty-five doctors immediately withdrew twenty others.
Although the remaining fifteen people were still lining up, their faces were much less arrogant. While diagnosing Song Wansan, they asked Chen Jishi for questions.
See if your own diagnosis misses anything.
Chen Jishi also answered them one by one and shared his medical diary of these days.
Ye Fan didn't listen much to his story. He stared at Chen Jishi's age spots and thought deeply.
"Dad, Mr. Zhu..." Song Jinyu was about to step forward to inform the old man of Zhu Changsheng's arrival, but Zhu Changsheng gently stretched out his hand to hold him back.
Zhu Changsheng said calmly: "Stop engaging in those complicated etiquettes. Let the doctor treat the old man first."
Song Jinyu nodded lightly: "Mr. Zhu is interested."
Zhu Changsheng looked at the old man with gray hair and boyish face in front of him again: "I didn't expect Doctor Hua to be here too. He seems to have been collecting mountains for ten years."
Doctor Hua looks like an eighty-year-old doctor. He is wearing a long gown and a hat. His body is filled with the faint fragrance of medicine. He is very immortal.
The top famous doctor in Longdu in the past, Hua Qingfeng.
"It's been twelve years."
Song Jinyu smiled: "My father has some friendship with Divine Doctor Hua, and he just learned a set of lost acupuncture techniques, and he left the practice after I begged him."
Zhu Changsheng put his hands behind his back and said, "With his help, Mr. Song will definitely be able to turn danger into disaster this time."
"We have Divine Doctor Hua taking action today, so I don't think I'll need you, but you're all here, so it's the icing on the cake."
He waved to Ye Fan and the others.
Ye Fan moved his steps and brought several doctors to join the team.
Fifteen doctors, two at a time, went up to check. Ye Fan waited for a long time before standing in front of Song Wansan.
The last group of people to check were Hua Qingfeng and others. Hua Qingfeng frowned and felt his pulse while asking Chen Jishi for other information.
Chen Jishi responded to his questions respectfully.
After fifteen minutes, Hua Qingfeng stood up and left.
Although Song Wansan was dying, he still had some consciousness left, so when the doctor greeted him, he nodded slightly and occasionally said thank you.
Chen Jishi also served him with all his heart.
The fat middle-aged woman remained motionless, just lowering her head, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
It was Ye Fan's turn. He pretended to let the Western doctor record the condition of the instrument, and then took Song Wansan's pulse without attracting attention.
In just a few seconds, Ye Fan's face changed slightly and his eyes became incredible.
He lowered his head and stared at Song Wansan.
Song Wansan didn't speak, but opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Ye Fan motionlessly... Those eyes were like an abyss, unfathomable...
