Seeing these four words, Tang Ruoxue narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Fan, with an exploration of his eyes.
Ye Fan knew what she was thinking, and shook her hand and spoke: "I'll tell you later, I'll deal with the patient's injury first."
Tang Ruoxue did not ask Ye Fan to answer immediately as before, and he was rarely obedient in returning the beauty Bai Yao to Ye Fan.
"I know that Red Star Baiyao has defects, so I prepared Red Star Baiyao for it, which just happened to eliminate the sequelae of Red Star Baiyao."
Ye Fan handed the ointment to the middle-aged man and his wife: "Production is rushed, the medicinal materials are expensive, and the price is 1,000 yuan. Each person is limited to one bottle."
"Jin Zhilin has sales, and Boai Hospital has sales."
Ye Fan added: "If there are any adverse reactions after use, Jin Zhilin will treat him for free and will also compensate him ten times the cost of the ointment."
"Buy, buy, I'll buy two bottles."
The middle-aged man directly paid 2,000 yuan. He was willing to pay as long as he could calm his son and repair his left arm.
Tang Fenghua happily collected the money, and then took out a bottle of ointment for the middle-aged man.
Ye Fan sent someone a hundred boxes last night, enough for more than 2,000 people to buy them.
Many patients present were talking about it, and they were surprised by the effect of the ointment.
However, there were not many people buying it at the scene. In addition to the price being a bit expensive, they were also worried that the middle-aged man was hired by Ye Fan.
After all, the news has been so big these days, everyone knows the grudge between Ye Fan and Wang Qiaochu.
The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman stayed with their son for another half an hour, and then left happily after confirming that their son was completely fine.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, save my uncle..."
Almost as soon as they left, several Hummers drove over.
Zheng Junqing and the others moved Zheng Qiankun's wheelchair out of the car.
Zheng Qiankun was also tied up with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his abdomen, and his expression was indescribable pain and discomfort.
"My uncle didn't know what happened last night, but the wound that had undergone surgery suddenly itched in the middle of the night, and it felt very uncomfortable."
"He couldn't control his scratching for a long time, and it was difficult to stop anyway. Now not only was the wound scratched, but he also had an infection."
"The doctor applied several bottles of red star white medicine to him, but it could only stop bleeding and not stop itching, so he scratched it again after two hours."
"Uncle was survived by Du Lengding last night. In the morning, the doctor said the wound worsened and a lot of meat needed to be cut off."
"But in that case, he will have to be in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. If he moves a little more or tear, he will be worse than death."
"Please save your uncle quickly. He is so uncomfortable that he bit his tongue and commits suicide."
Zheng Qiankun and the others were reluctant to ask Ye Fan for help, and were always worried about the latter's tampering with the wound, but now only Ye Fan can handle it.
They could only bow their heads.
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and said, "Mr. Zheng, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday? There is something wrong with this Red Star White Medicine."
"If you use it, not only will it not heal the wound, but it will aggravate your injury."
He sighed softly: "You just don't listen, and your life is worse than death until now."
Zheng Qiankun's body shook and looked up at Ye Fan in shock: "Is there really a problem with that medicine?"
Ye Fan leaned over to check Zheng Qiankun's injuries: "If you don't believe it, you can apply it a few more times."
Although the pain and itch hit the head, Zheng Qiankun still caught something in his heart.
This guess made him storm.
"Ye Fan, don't say this for now. My uncle is very uncomfortable. You should treat his wound first."
Zheng Junqing pulled Ye Fan to ask: "If you get a tetanus, it will be a big trouble."
Zheng Qiankun also spoke with difficulty: "Doctor Ye, please trouble you."
"This injury can be cured, but the price is a bit expensive."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and Zheng Junqing: "The medical treatment fee is 1 billion, and I guarantee that Mr. Zheng will be better."
"Don't think that my lion is open. One is that Mr. Zheng's life is valuable, and the other is that you can claim compensation from Wang Qiaochu."
"If there is no problem, I will treat it. If you think the price is too high, you can go to the People's Hospital."
Ye Fan wanted to borrow the Zheng family's knife to give Wang Qiaochu a heavy blow.
"Treat!Treat!"
Zheng Qiankun spoke without hesitation: "I will give this money right away!"
He was a decisive person. He did not bargain with Ye Fan, and gave him one billion in a neat way.
Zheng Junqing felt that Ye Fan was too cruel to kill him, but when he saw his uncle agreeing, he knew the fun and shut up.
After receiving the money, Ye Fan took Zheng Qiankun into the intermediate ward, then gave him acupuncture, relieved the pain, and then applied the red beauty white medicine.
After more than three hours of trouble, the operation was completed. Although Zheng Qiankun's body was still weak, he could no longer feel the pain and itch.
He stayed for another two hours, confirmed that his health was not abnormal, so he thanked Ye Fan for his gratitude, and then asked Zheng Junqing to send him home.
"Uncle, Ye Fan is even a lion, and you won't pay the price."
On the car moving forward, Zheng Junqing looked at Zheng Qiankun: "I think it's too much for 100 million, you'll give him one billion."
Although Ye Fan did have a wonderful way to rejuvenate himself, Zheng Qiankun's body returned to normal and healed his old injuries, he still felt pain when he thought of one billion.
"Give Ye Fan a billion, one is that I want to end the torture as soon as possible, and the other is that I want to make friends with him."
Zheng Qiankun narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "You and I have underestimated Ye Fan."
"He is indeed good at medical skills, but his biggest reliance is Ye Zhendong."
Zheng Junqing disagreed:
"Without Ye Zhendong, we'll kill him like ants, and we won't be as embarrassed as we are now."
"Look, he and Tang Ruoxue are not enough for Wang Qiaochu to suck with one hand."
He still had resentment towards Ye Fan: "If he leaves Ye Zhendong and fights us, he will sooner or later die."
"stupid!"
Zheng Qiankun snorted: "You can analyze it for me. Is Ruoxue's secret recipe prepared by Ye Fan, or is it bought by Wang Qiaochu at a high price?"
He reached out and touched the wound, and it was no longer painful, but when he thought of Ye Fan's deep gaze, he felt his liver hurt.
"I admit that this is probably prepared by Ye Fan."
Zheng Junqing expressed his opinion: "After all, Wang Qiaochu has this secret recipe, so he has already taken it out and produced it."
"And Wang's Baiyao turns out that five-star products monopolize the market, and this wave has not made enough money. It is not in line with the maximization of interests when taking out six-star products."
"The reason why he quickly registered the patent and went public was that he stole it and banned Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue before selling the products."
"By bite Ye Fan hard..."
"So what if it's just that the secret recipe belongs to Ye Fan?"
"Isn't Wang Qiaochu still taking it openly for himself? On the other hand, Ye Fan lost his wife and his army."
"Writing the secret recipe can only say that Ye Fan is good at medical treatment, and the Taoist craftsmanship in the martial arts world is too different from Wang Qiaochu."
Zheng Junqing made a conclusion: "You said we underestimated Ye Fan, but I think we overestimated him."
Seeing that Ye Fan was suppressed by Wang Qiaochu and the others in this way, Zheng Junqing looked down on Ye Fan two more points.
"The secret recipe that Ye Fan prepared himself was taken away by Wang Qiaochu using tricks. Do you think Ye Fan's Taoist practice is good..."
Zheng Qiankun's tone was meaningful: "Did you ever think that Ye Fan deliberately asked the secret recipe to be taken away by Wang Qiaochu?"
Zheng Junqing smiled: "A secret recipe of a hundred billion level, deliberately letting Wang Qiaochu take it away is equivalent to giving money. Ye Fan's mind is filled with water?"
"What if there is any problem with the secret recipe?"
Zheng Qiankun's voice suddenly became sharp: "Patients who have used Red Star White Medicine are as itchy as me, but they are worse than death?"
Zheng Junqing's smile instantly stagnated.
He was shocked and looked at Zheng Qiankun in disbelief and shouted: "Uncle, are you saying Ye Fan set up a game for Wang Qiaochu?"
Zheng Qiankun did not answer, just looked at the setting sun outside the window:
"Yuan has finished painting, Wang Qiaochu has finished..."