There is a welcome room in the building of Huaibei Fund Jiangbei Branch.
Yang Bei was placed here.
The people from Huaibei Fund were already ready to welcome him.
As soon as the door opened, a man in a white coat greeted him: "Hello Mr. Yang, I am Zhang Hao. I am the resident MD of Huaibei Foundation. Mr. Song has arranged for me to wait for you here."
This man named Zhang Hao is in his thirties, wearing glasses, and looks quite elegant.
"Help me see a doctor?"
Yang Bei raised his eyebrows and asked, being helped in by two men in black suits.
The inside was almost like a hotel room. After sitting on the sofa, Zhang Hao came over and briefly checked his injuries.
Yang Bei had gunshot wounds on his arms and legs, but because the bleeding was stopped in time, the injuries did not expand further.
Zhang Hao nodded after reading: "I am an expert in trauma. Wounds of this level are easy to deal with. The wound on your arm is not deep and can be recovered in about a week. But the wound on the leg is more troublesome, at least.
It takes two weeks to a month to recover."
"Three days."
Yang Bei spit out three words.
Zhang Hao was stunned: "What?"
Yang Bei took a deep breath: "I will recover within these three days."
Zhang Hao turned to look through the medical kit and said with a faint smile: "It's impossible for three days. The gunshot wound is not an ordinary wound. If it is deeper, it will hurt the bone, at least a week."
He didn't take Yang Bei's words seriously.
Zhang Hao has seen too many self-righteous patients who don't take their illness seriously and say they have something big to do.
But when my body is really ruined, I will regret it.
After all, they are professionals and should not take patients' words too seriously: after all, most patients don't even know how serious their physical condition is.
"Trust me, I'm a professional."
With that said, Zhang Hao took out the anti-inflammatory injection and motioned for Yang Bei to lie down.
Yang Bei sighed and said calmly: "If you can't do it, I will do it myself."
Suddenly, Zhang Hao's smile froze: "What did you say?"
"I will do it myself."
After Yang Bei repeated it, he quickly said: "I need coptis, anemarrhena, money grass..."
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Hao waved his hands, the elegance on his face was no longer visible, and said anxiously: "Sir, are you kidding? We are treating illnesses."
"I can do it myself."
Yang Bei didn't give any face at all.
Zhang Hao is definitely one of the top medical students in the world, and he was invited to the Huaibei Foundation by Song Qingci.
He considers himself to be highly skilled in medicine, and although he is polite and easy-going in daily life, he still has some arrogance in the professional field.
He judged that it would take two weeks to a month to recover, so the difference would definitely not be too big. Thinking of recovery in three days was simply a fantasy.
Zhang Hao took a deep breath and said in a low voice: "Sir, because you are Mr. Song's distinguished guest, that's why I came to see you. I hope you can cooperate..."
Yang Beicai couldn't stand what he said: "If you can't let me recover within three days, just do as I say."
"you!"
Zhang Hao's temper really got hot. Just when he was about to say something else, there was the sound of footsteps at the door.
Then came Song Celadon's clear voice: "Doctor Zhang, just do as he said."
"Mr. Song?"
When Zhang Hao was stunned, Song Qingci said calmly: "Can you cure Cui Yuen's agent's illness?"
"this."
Zhang Hao pushed up his glasses, shook his head and said, "His condition is very strange, and I haven't thought of a solution yet."
Song Qingci nodded her chin at Yang Bei: "But he can cure it. He is also a doctor. Trust me."
The boss said so, Zhang Hao could only shut up, nodded and left. After a while, a young female nurse came and asked Yang Bei gently what medicinal materials he needed.
After Yang Bei reported it once, he was quickly ready to come up.
Yang Bei also began to prepare for treatment.
Song Qingci watched from the side, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed tightly: "You don't need an anesthetic when you take out the bullet?"
"Already taken."
Yang Bei cleaned his wound without raising his head: "Remove the foreign object this morning to prevent the wound from expanding further."
The disinfectant water stimulated his flesh and blood, but Yang Bei didn't even frown.
Song Qingci was even more shocked by his words "I have already taken it out": Did he take it out on the road?
How could he move his hands without anesthesia?
Sweat dripped from Yang Bei's forehead.
His lips were a little white from the pain.
But never said a word.
He knew how to apply the ointment he prepared himself.
Song Qingci was watching from the side all the time, feeling that this boy who was not strong was still very masculine.
For a moment, she forgot what she was here for. Until Yang Bei sat on the sofa as if exhausted and asked: "Where is Shen Hongyan?"
"She has been sent to the hospital. She has a headache and feels uncomfortable."
Song Qingci explained.
Yang Bei smiled: "You must have sucked too much ether. By the way, do you have any clues about the Blood Lotus?"
Yang Bei had previously heard from Chu Yuelian that there were blood lotus flowers in the Yaowang Valley in the Tianzi Garden of Yanjing City, so he told Song Qingci.
Song Qingci took a deep breath, shook her head and said, "I have already found a relationship, but there is no news over there yet. I heard from Tana that you have an idea of the killer this time?"
Yang Bei nodded.
More than just eyebrows.
He was almost certain that Qian Shaolong was behind it.
Although there were many people who couldn't deal with him, he and Du Bailing were the only ones in Xiangzhou.
Not to mention that the conflict with Du Bailing did not involve hiring a killer. Even if the other party hired a killer, the one he would deal with would still be Shen Hongyan.
Excluding Du Bailing, only Qian Shaolong is left.
Yang Bei's method that night could be said to have made Qian Shaolong embarrassed in public. With that playboy's proud character, it was not surprising that he hired a killer.
Yang Bei licked his lips: "But even if you know who it is, it's not easy to deal with him."
Song Qingci also guessed something, so she did not continue the topic and changed her words: "For your troubles in Xiangzhou, Shen Hongyan plans to start with the Mingzhu Yue family. It is actually very wise."
"That President Yue's illness?"
Yang Bei looked at her.
Song Qingci nodded: "It is difficult for our Huaibei Foundation to take action on this matter. You can also guess that the people behind it are people from a wealthy family in Yanjing."
Yang Bei had indeed guessed this, and Shen Hongyan had already been prepared. That's why she wanted to come to Song Qingci today to "borrow" a doctor to Mingzhu.
"Is this President Yue very special?"
Yang Bei frowned and asked.
Song Qingci walked to the coffee table and poured herself a glass of water. She shrugged and said, "Yue Baitai is very senior. In terms of qualifications, he is of the same generation as those rich men in Yanjing. However, he has a weird temperament and has never done anything.
Rich families, let alone those rich families."
"Your crow's green dew has been stolen. If there are really shadows of Yanjing's wealthy family behind it, then only Yue Baitai will stand up to help you, will you have a chance."
"Otherwise, based on their collusive character, you will most likely suffer the consequences of being dumb."
Speaking of this, Song Qingci asked: "Your medical skills are so good, why don't you try it?"
"Well, I have to deal with the killer and help Shen Hongyan get back the products. I haven't had any leisure time since I came down from the mountain."
Yang Bei stretched himself: "With the help of one night, you won't chase me away, right?"
"up to you."
Song Qingci stood up and left quickly.
But Yang Bei looked at her back and curled his lips: It's not that he doesn't want to help Shen Hongyan get the pearl, but he doesn't know how to deal with such stubborn diseases as genetic metabolic diseases and mismatch of five qi.
The thatched hut on Beihulu Mountain appeared in his mind, and he smiled bitterly: "If the old man were here, maybe he would be able to find a solution. Unfortunately, I can't get a wife, so he strictly prohibits me from returning to the mountain."