Two hundred and thirty eighth chapter beauty accident
Ye Fei ignored Lin Qiuling and got into the car and asked Liu Fugui to return to the clinic.
On the way, Ye Fei sent his inference of the murder weapon to Yang Jianxiong.
Then he closed his eyes and rested.
When he returned to the Xuanhuju, Ye Fei found that the number of patients increased a lot, and the entire door was full of people.
Huang Tianjiao was doing odd jobs, Huang Sanzhong checked in, Zhang Daqiang issued the number, Chen Yunfeng grabbed medicine, and Black Dog maintained the team, and the order was pretty good.
Since when, Ye Fei’s clinic has become a place for everyone to gather. Chen Yunfeng and the others come here to visit and gather together almost every day.
Help by the way.
Even Du Qingdi often appears.
For a moment, Ye Fei's clinic became a place where the second generation of China Overseas gathered.
Ye Fei teased that they were all volunteers, otherwise the daily medical fee would not be enough to pay the salary. He went out of the car door and greeted everyone and started to receive the doctor.
In the next three days, Ye Fei was honestly treated in the clinic, treating patients with fifty or sixty people every day, and was so tired that they were sore and back pain.
Ye Fei decided to start next week and implement number treatment every day, with 100 people a day, otherwise he and Sun Bufan will be exhausted sooner or later.
While Chen Biqin rewarded Ye Fei in different ways every day, she instilled in him the idea that Song Hongyan was a good woman, and asked him to do it quickly.
Ye Fei didn't want to listen to his mother's bombing every day. After the clinic closed at dusk, Ye Fei did not rush back to the backyard and took the time to buy something to go to Jinzhilin.
He wanted to see the situation of the gray-clothed boy.
Ye Fei quietly came to the back door and gently pushed open the wooden door of the room.
"Swoosh" Ye Fei's vision had not yet adapted to the darkness of the room, and half of the short sword pointed at his throat.
It's so fast that it's unreasonable.
Ye Fei was in a state of interest and moved his body to avoid the sharpness.
But before he stood firm, the dagger reached his eyebrows again.
Ye Fei could only turn his head again.
The short sword fell to nothing, but there was no panic at all. The tip of the sword drooped and pointed towards Ye Fei's heart.
No need to send out any time.
Ye Fei had to flash his right hand, and the fish intestine was in his hand to block the sharp attack.
"It's me."
Before the other party could change his moves, Ye Fei sighed softly and stopped the battle.
But he was two points higher than the ability of the boy in gray.
Since practicing martial arts, Ye Fei felt the pressure for the first time. The opponent's three swords were no less lethal than his ten-step kill.
If you don’t come out of the Yuyan Sword, you will probably be stabbed.
As Ye Fei made a sound, the lights lit up, the sharpness disappeared instantly, and the murderous aura disappeared instantly, as if nothing had happened.
"Swoosh" Ye Fei looked up and saw the gray-clothed boy step back two steps and put half of the short sword into his sleeve.
His face was no longer black, and his body was no longer bleeding. He had a trace of blood all over his body, but the coldness was still pissing.
He was cold and his temperament was like an iceberg, as if he was born to keep people from a thousand miles away.
But when I saw Ye Fei, my eyes were invisibly warm and soft.
Ye Fei looked at the gray-clothed boy and smiled and said, "What I left for you yesterday was dry food. Today I brought you some hot food when I have time, so you can eat it while it's hot."
He put down a heater box and opened it. It contained a bowl of hot porridge, two hot buns, two eggs, and a meat pie.
It's simple, but it's nutritious enough.
The gray-clothed boy whispered: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, eat while it's hot."
Ye Fei smiled and said, "I'll change the medicine for you."
The gray-clothed boy spoke again: "Thank you."
Ye Fei put the bun in his hand, then picked up anti-inflammatory drugs and gauze, and treated the gray-clothed teenager.
Ye Fei saw that his injury was still serious and he was afraid that it would be difficult to recover within ten days and half a month, so he injected three white lights into the gray-clothed boy.
Soon, the gray-clothed boy's internal injuries healed and his external injuries slowly healed. Even the wounds penetrated by the bullets no longer penetrated blood.
The boy in gray could feel the obvious changes in his body, and he rarely showed a look of surprise on his face. Then he trusted and felt more intimate about Ye Fei and peeped at Dugu Shang's privacy.
"You're already very strong."
Ye Fei bandaged Dugu Shang's wounds, then took out two sets of clothes, a hat and a mask.
"Your clothes are already torn, and there are still a lot of blood, which is eye-catching when worn."
"I bought you two sets of clothes, you will wear them just in the air, and you can also hide your identity."
Ye Fei also took out two thousand yuan and a mobile phone: "You can also take this money and mobile phone."
Dugu Shang looked at Ye Fei: "Do I leave?"
"No, no," Ye Fei waved his hand: "I'm not rushing you, but I'm asking you to take care of emergencies so as not to get messed up when something happens."
He originally hoped that Dugu Shang would leave the clinic early, but now that he found that he was too simple, Ye Fei couldn't bear to drive him away.
Dugu Shang nodded: "Thank you."
"The one who killed me will die."
"Come on the person behind me, kill me again!"
Ye Fei was stunned and then smiled. Dugu Shang told him that all the enemies were killed. If someone behind the scenes chased him, he would be killed.
What are the kids doing to me?
I don't like the world.
Ye Fei let out a long breath, but the stone hanging in his heart fell down. He had no hands, so he didn't have to worry about the safety of himself and the clinic.
"From now on, my life will be yours."
Dugu Shang looked at Ye Fei with bright eyes: "I am here, you are; I am not here, you are still there."
Concise and concise, just like his people, sincere, simple, but powerful.
Is this to follow yourself?
Ye Fei was stunned. He was about to say something, but he heard the phone ringing.
Then, Shen Biqin's voice came over anxiously: "Ye Fei, it's not good, something happened to Hongyan."