After being pointed out by Ye Fan, Zhu Changsheng stopped talking and just leaned on the car to ponder.
There is no doubt that he wants to clarify something.
Ye Fan did not disturb him, and his attention was on the Songjiazhuang ahead. Compared with the buildings of Han Nanhua and Zhu Changsheng, Songjiazhuang was even more magnificent.
It occupied an entire mountain, and the narrow and long walls surrounded the entire mountain. Seventy-two buildings, each with a lot of area.
The most awesome thing is that in addition to all living facilities, there is also a temple.
The sound of the Sanskrit is as vague as a fairyland.
More than a thousand sons and nephews lived together, more than two thousand bodyguards and servants served, and also built three routes of water, land, air, luxury cars, yachts, and helicopters.
The six Song clans are basically here.
Song Wansan lives in the top building, facing the river, and thousands of sails passed by.
This is still a business card in Nanling, and many tourists will come to the foot of the mountain to check in.
Seeing this scene, Ye Fan had to sigh that it was great to have money, and he also understood a little bit why the Tang Sanguo wanted to build Yunding Mountain.
This kind of condescending one's own feelings do feel like being a king.
When Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng appeared in Song's Villa, there was a traffic at the entrance, and dozens of nanny cars or RVs drove in slowly.
The cars also had license plates hanging from various places, including Yuncheng, Shicheng, Miaocheng, Zhonghai, and Longdu. Many of them were covered in dust.
Zhu Changsheng picked up the phone and asked, then smiled at Ye Fan: "The Song family offers a reward of 10 billion yuan, and asks famous doctors to treat Song Wansan."
He said in a playful tone: "So everyone who is a little famous came over, and he also brought teams and equipment. Even the Huaqingfeng from Longdu came out."
"One hundred billion?"
Ye Fan said in surprise: "This is too big."
Although Ye Fan got 20 billion US dollars from Huo Zhaigua, it was the other party forced to buy money for life.
This is the first time Ye Fan has seen someone like the Song family who can offer a reward of 10 billion yuan after spending money. 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 such a reward to treat Song Wansan?
Logically, he should have tried his best to delay until Song Wansan died.
However, Ye Fan did not make any statement, just watched the changes.
When he saw Zhu Changsheng's car, the guards of the Song family immediately went to report.
Not long after, a group of men and women in gorgeous clothes welcomed them.
The leader was a white-haired man with a small figure and a little hunched back, but he walked wildly, and he could tell that he was a decisive person.
Zhu Changsheng whispered to Ye Fan: "Song Jinyu."
"Mr. Zhu, the big boss is here, and I am not welcome."
Song Jinyu strode forward and greeted her with a star, her smile unspeakable: "The old man is seriously ill and bedridden and cannot meet you. Please forgive me."
He also glanced at Ye Fan and several doctors, with a eager look on his face and could not see any conscience.
Zhu Changsheng took Ye Fan and a few out of the car, held Song Jinyu's hand and smiled: "I heard that the Song family offered a reward of 10 billion yuan, so I took the medical team to join in the fun."
He made the purpose reasonable without any trace.
"Mr. Zhu was joking."
Song Jinyu laughed heartily: "The Zhu family is one of the five great families in China. How can a mere billionaire be seen by Mr. Zhu?"
"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 official."
Song Jinyu was also free of water, and then shook hands with Ye Fan and others one by one, calling out sincerely that everyone was working hard.
"I was also seriously ill a few days ago, but I was cured by this medical team."
Zhu Changsheng had a gentle smile: "Now that he heard that Mr. Song was in serious condition, I would take them over to see him, hoping to help him a little."
"After all, I have been dating Mr. Song for many years, and the Song family has given me great help."
He sighed: "If I don't have enough strength, I will be ashamed of my friendship over the years."
"Mr. Zhu, you are polite. You have this kind of heart. Both the old man and the Song family are very grateful."
Song Jinyu leaned slightly: "Please, please, please, there are miracle doctors from all over the country today to consult. The old man is in Feilai Pavilion. He must be very happy to see you."
Zhu Changsheng smiled and said, "Let's go."
Under Song Jinyu's personal guidance, Ye Fan and his team took a patrol car and quickly got on the top of the mountain, and then walked into a Feilai Pavilion covering an area of nearly a thousand square meters.
Feilai Pavilion stands on the top of the mountain, leaning against the edge of the cliff, and when you push the window, you will see the vast river. No matter how far you are, there is the largest bridge in Nanling.
The scenery is excellent.
When Ye Fan walked into the hall, he found that in addition to more than a dozen bodyguards and servants, dozens of famous doctors from all over the world gathered.
On the innermost side of the hall, there was a wooden bed made of yellow rosewood. There was a quilt spread out on the bed, and a weak old man in Tang suit lies on it.
The old man looked seventy years old, with a pale face and thin skin. Not only did his cheeks lose his luster, but his eyes were also sunken, and his arms that fell outside were as thin as bamboo poles.
He is 1.8 meters tall and looks only 100 kilograms, which shows that his body is seriously damaged.
There are still many advanced medical instruments around him, flashing light monitoring his body index.
Obviously this is Song Wansan.
At this moment, dozens of doctors were queuing up to take a pulse or check it out.
Next to Song Wansan, there was an old man in gray and a fat middle-aged woman standing.
The old man in gray is thin and has old-fashioned spots on his face.
While watching Song Wansan's situation, he apologized to the diagnosis doctor: "I'm so sorry, Chen Jishi is incompetent, alarming everyone."
Obviously he is Chen Jishi, the imperial physician of the Song family.
The fat woman was wearing a mask and said nothing, as dull as a piece of wood and unattracting, but Ye Fan felt that she was feeling cold.
"But in order not to waste everyone's time, I will first show you Mr. Song's intuitive situation."
When Ye Fan was curious, Chen Jishi grabbed Song Wansan's left hand again and carefully lifted up his sleeve.
Dozens of doctors disagreed at first, but they were extremely uproar when they saw it.
Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng were also pounding their eyes when they saw it.
I saw Song Wansan's left arm, which was unforgettable.
There are dozens of scars on it, intertwined horizontally and vertically, with varying depths, but they all have a sense of ruthlessness and a three-pointer to the flesh.
Shocking.
Judging from the degree of the scar, these scars have been left behind in the past few months, and some have just scabbed.
What kind of pain or pressure does this require that people are so self-harm?
Seeing this condition, thirty-five doctors instantly withdrew twenty people.
Although the remaining fifteen people were still lined up, their arrogant faces were less than half. While diagnosed by Song Wansan, they asked Chen Jishi.
See if your diagnosis will miss something.
Chen Jishi also answered one by one and also shared his medical records for these days.
Ye Fan didn't listen to his story much, but was more focused on Chen Jishi's old man.
"Dad, Mr. Zhu" Song Jinyu was about to come forward to inform the old man of Zhu Changsheng's arrival, but Zhu Changsheng gently reached out and grabbed him.
Zhu Changsheng said lightly: "Stop doing those cumbersome etiquettes, let the doctor treat the old man first."
Song Jinyu nodded slightly: "Mr. Zhu is intent."
Zhu Changsheng looked at an old man with a long hair and a young face in front of him again: "I didn't expect that Doctor Hua has also come, and it seems that he has been in charge of the mountains for ten years."
Doctor Hua looked 80 years old, wearing a long gown and a hat, and his body was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, which was very fairy-like.
The top doctor in Longdu in the past, Hua Qingfeng.
"It's been twelve years."
Song Jinyu smiled: "My father has some friendship with Doctor Hua, and he just learned a set of lost acupuncture techniques, so he came out of the mountain when I begged."
Zhu Changsheng put his hands on his back and spoke: "With him taking action, Mr. Song will definitely turn bad luck into good luck this time."
"I guess I won't use you if Doctor Hua takes action today, but I'm here, so I'll add icing on the cake."
He waved his hand to Ye Fan and the others.
Ye Fan moved his steps and joined the team with several doctors.
Fifteen doctors, two of them went up to check at a time, and Ye Fan waited for a long time before standing in front of Song Wansan.
The previous group of people checked were Hua Qingfeng and others. Hua Qingfeng frowned and took his pulse while learning about other situations from Chen Jishi.
Chen Jishi responded to his question respectfully.
It took a full fifteen minutes before Hua Qingfeng got up and left.
Although Song Wansan was dying, he still had a trace of consciousness, so the doctor said hello, and he nodded slightly, occasionally saying thank you.
Chen Jishi also served him with all his heart and strength.
The middle-aged fat woman never moved, just lowered her head, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
It was Ye Fan's turn, so he pretended to let Western medicine record the condition of the instrument, and then gave Song Wansan the 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 say anything, but just opened his eyes slightly and looked at Ye Fan's eyes motionlessly, like an abyss, unfathomable