What Yang Bei said is actually similar to bone marrow transplantation in modern medicine.
Song Qingci didn't understand much, but she heard one thing: Yang Bei couldn't cure this disease!
Yinya bit her teeth and asked, "I will definitely find your master. What is his name?"
"Surname Zhong."
Yang Bei shrugged: "I don't know what his name is, because no one calls him by his name. Everyone calls him an old drunkard, a turtle son, and so on."
Song Qingci was stunned.
Yang Bei spread his hand: "He doesn't have a good reputation in the mountain village. He owes a lot of money for wine. He basically relies on credit for food and drink, so creditors call him a turtle son."
Song Qingci's expression was really weird: "They call you Master Turtle Son? Then what do they call you?"
"Call me handsome guy."
Yang Beite smiled shamelessly: "The reason is obvious."
"I really didn't see it."
Song Qingci took a deep breath and saw him looking at her career. Her pretty face turned slightly rosy, and she raised her hand to cover it: "You can go out now."
"Now? I haven't washed up yet?"
Yang Bei raised his eyebrows: He thought he was her savior after all. Although the latter also saved him in turn, the two sides were even, but she didn't have to fall out so quickly, right?
But Song Qingci blushed, bit her lip and said, "How can I change clothes if you don't go out?"
"Just change it like this, why are you so embarrassed? It's not like everyone hasn't seen it before?"
Yang Bei muttered, picked up his tattered coat and went out.
Just when his hand touched the door handle, he turned around and asked: "Is this patient you are talking about really not Song Wanshuang?"
"Yes, so what?"
Song Qingci looked at him warily: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will definitely cut your tongue!"
Yang Bei raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. Seeing that he didn't take it seriously, Song Qingci said seriously: "Yang Bei, it was our fault that we wrongly blamed you before, but this matter is really important. You must not make trouble outside."
explain."
"Don't worry, I'm very strict with my mouth."
Yang Bei waved his hand, opened the door and left.
Song Qingci looked at his back, feeling confused.
When leaving the hotel, Yang Bei was startled when he saw there were bodyguards at the door.
The two bodyguards also looked at him with abnormal eyes, with a chill in their eyes, and watched him until the end of the corridor.
Yang Bei touched the goosebumps on his arms and thought to himself that if he had lost his bestiality last night, Song Qingci would probably have shouted at him and these two would have gone in and castrated him.
Alas, from this point of view, although Shen Hongyan is also a rich person, she is not that dangerous.
After walking out of the hotel door, Yang Bei looked around and was a little confused: he didn't recognize this small county.
I took out my phone and opened the map to locate it, and then I knew where I was.
This place is not far from Jiangbei. Walking all the way north, you will reach the place where he caught the trafficker last night.
Yang Bei's stomach was growling. He hadn't eaten last night and his physical strength was very high.
Jiangzhou is located in the Shu region in the south, and the cooking tastes heavy on spicy and spicy. The taste is to his liking, but he is not used to it.
On the contrary, the northern Shandong cuisine is more in line with his appetite and is very friendly to eat.
Yang Bei did not delve into the reason.
After looking around, I subconsciously headed towards a northern store-style bun shop.
I ordered a bowl of tofu puffs and steamed buns. It was early in the morning and there were not many people in the store. Only he and a pair of middle-aged men and women wearing shabby sweatshirts, who looked like farm workers, were eating in the corner of the store.
What surprised Yang Bei was that both of them had a violent aura on them.
The woman was okay, she couldn't see her face with her back to him, but the man gave him a particularly sinister look, with his aquiline nose and slanted eyes.
Seeing Yang Bei looking at him, he glared back fiercely.
The woman noticed and patted the back of his hand: "Don't cause trouble."
The man then lowered his head and continued eating, and the woman also turned her head and smiled: "I'm sorry - hiss."
Before she finished speaking, she took a breath of air, looking very unbelievable.
Yang Bei had a strange expression and pointed at his face: "Am I weird?"
"Nothing, I just look familiar."
After saying that, the woman turned back and murmured in a low voice: "I have never seen such a terrifying face. Is he alive? Who gave him another breath..."
Yang Bei didn't hear her muttering and started to eat the steamed buns happily.
He also didn't notice that the two of them packed a basket of steamed buns when they left.
He didn't even notice that the two of them had a small black sack hidden in the back seat of their car parked in front of the store.
After dinner, Yang Bei was wondering whether he should go back to the hotel and bring a cage back to Song Celadon. Shen Hongyan called and asked him how he was thinking after spending the night and when he would move there.
Yang Bei thought about it for a while and realized that there was no need to delay this matter.
Originally, I moved into the Shen family villa just to let the old man rest in peace.
He said, "I don't have much in the hospital. I can move in at any time. We'll take care of the luggage later."
"Then it's settled, you'll come over by yourself later."
After saying that, Shen Hongyan turned off the phone.
This girl used to pick up and drop off the car, but now she's so perfunctory.
"If I really marry her, life will definitely be difficult after marriage."
Yang Bei put down his chopsticks and sighed. Just as he was about to go out to take a taxi, two policemen came in. The leading policeman and the proprietress seemed to be familiar faces, so he came in and asked them if they had seen anyone unusual.
Another policeman walked up to Yang Bei and asked.
Basically, I asked him where he was last night and whether there was a loop line from Jiangbei to Jiangdu.
Yang Bei was shocked and thought to himself that the police had discovered the dumbfounded Old Liu, right? Moreover, he had to find a way to resolve the matter with Old Liu.
While I was thinking about it, the leader asked the boss lady and left.
I heard the landlady sighing over there: "What a sin! What age are we in now? Why are there still human traffickers?"
"Human trafficker?"
Yang Bei was stunned.
The landlady agreed: "No, I heard that a child over there in Jiangbei was stolen by a trafficker. It's so pitiful. The family doesn't know what kind of evil they have done. Wasn't there news a few weeks ago that two people were caught? Traffickers? I heard that those two traffickers were the ones who attacked this child."
"As a result, the two traffickers were caught, and the child was kidnapped by other traffickers."
The landlady said, shaking her head as if she felt the same.
Yang Bei was a little stunned. Two human traffickers were caught in the past few weeks. Should he be referring to the two he caught?
He remembered that the girl the two traffickers wanted to steal was named Xiaoqiao.
Is she being targeted by other traffickers again?
Yang Bei couldn't calm down for a while: Why is Jiangbei so chaotic today?
There are traffickers.
There is an assassin who assassinated Song Qingci.
There are also the dandy boys from Yanjing City.
And all kinds of coincidences happened to him.
Yang Bei had a vague feeling that these things were connected before, but he couldn't tell where exactly they were connected.
What he had experienced these days made Yang Bei feel a little confused. Especially the fact that Song Wanshuang was suffering from an incurable disease made him feel unspeakably blocked.
Why it was blocked, he couldn't say.
I just feel that Song Wanshuang cannot die.
Otherwise, he will definitely regret it!
Thinking of this, Yang Bei rubbed his face: "Yang Bei, Yang Bei, I am one of the top richest people in the world, why do I need you if I want to see a doctor? If you are her blood relative, forget it, but you are not her son, how can you help?