While Qi Wuji slapped Qi Heng in the face, Ye Fan was prescribing Qi Heng downstairs.
"You not only treat him, but also apologize to him. He is not satisfied with doing this, and he also scolds you for shooting you with a gun. You have enough reason to let go."
"Old Qi won't say anything."
Wei Hongchao leaned against the side and watched Ye Fanlong Feifengwu write the name of the medicine: "Why are you doing prescriptions for him?"
"I really don't want Qi Heng to get better quickly and make things difficult for myself."
Ye Fan casually wrote down the precautions for medication: "I really do it today."
"But that doesn't mean I won't treat him."
"I have given Mr. Qi's face, but I can still make him owe another favor."
"Think about it, I was driven away by Qi Heng with a gun, and I was still thinking about his condition, and I was still prescribing the past to prescribe medicine for him. How generous and warm is this spread?"
"Does Qi Wuji owe me a favor?"
Ye Fan smiled: "Will I be scolded by the people of China when the Qi family comes to plot against me again?"
"You are really shameless. You can treat a disease and take food and take it. You can make old foxes like Old Qi pay so much."
Wei Hongchao was stunned, feeling that the script was so familiar, and then he found that it had also been staged on him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then changed the subject:
"You are a way to repay grievances with kindness. Qi Wuji and the Qi family will not dare to attack you again in the future."
"But Qi Heng's hob meat is much more troublesome than me. He doesn't care whether you have a kindness or not, and he will kill you as much as he finds an opportunity."
He reminded him: "Famousness, morality, and etiquette do not exist."
"So I'm going to prescribe him even more."
Ye Fan stuffed the prescription into Wei Hongchao's hands:
"If you don't prescribe him, what if Qi Laoshou lowered his face and asked other famous doctors to cure Qi Heng, wouldn't I be in trouble?"
A light flashed in his eyes: "So prescription for Qi Heng was blocked by the way for others to heal him."
Wei Hongchao was stunned and lowered his voice: "This recipe..."
"The prescription is not a problem, it can relieve Qi Heng's angina pectoris and will also allow him to recover bit by bit, but it will take at least one year to completely recover."
Ye Fan said lightly: "After one year, Qi Heng, who has been lying in the hospital bed or at home for a year, the anger of the hob meat will no longer exist."
He hadn't said anything yet. He might have killed Qi Heng a year ago.
Wei Hongchao nodded: "I understand."
"I gave the prescription to Mr. Qi for me, and I said you asked me to prescribe it."
Ye Fan turned around and walked towards the hospital door: "I'll go back to Jin Zhilin first."
Wei Hongchao was stunned, then smiled. This bastard is really good at being a human being, and he doesn't forget to give himself some benefits if he has a prescription.
He felt a little more grateful...
"Ye Fan!"
When Ye Fan walked out of the hospital hall and was about to call a taxi to Jinzhilin, a red BMW stopped beside Ye Fan.
As the car window fell, Ye Fan could clearly see a pretty face, delicate and fair, gentle and fragrant, wearing sunglasses, beautiful and fashionable.
Especially the whiteness of the heart is faintly visible, which can easily cause men's eyes to fall into it.
It was Chen Qingyan.
She grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and placed the other on the car window, looking at Ye Fan and smiling:
"Get into the car and chat?"
That casual and calmness made people feel that she and Ye Fan are very friendly.
Ye Fan supported his hands on the edge of the car window and smiled:
"Madam, we seem to be enemies. When will we become friends who can chat in the car?"
He stabbed Ye Jinfeng with half of the chopsticks and made a big fuss in Jinyuan's club, making a fuss with Chen Qingyan.
So in the face of the woman's gentleness like a spring breeze, Ye Fan instinctively felt a little alert, worried that she would stab the knife unknowingly.
Chen Qingyan sneered: "I'm afraid I'll eat you?"
Ye Fan smiled: "No, I'm worried that I accidentally hit my wife again."
"Don't talk nonsense, dare you get in the car?"
Chen Qingyan was also very straightforward: "I don't dare to get in the car, so I'll leave."
"Okay, Madam is not afraid of danger, so I have no reason to back down."
Ye Fanrao went to the passenger seat and opened the door, then sat in and fastened his seat belt.
He just wanted to see what this woman was playing.
"Woo--"
Ye Fan's thoughts came to an end, and Chen Qingyan stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Baocheng Airport.
Ye Fan glanced at the woman and asked, "Madam, tell me, what are you talking about?"
Chen Qingyan straight to the point: "I heard that you have a good relationship with Ye Zhendong?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly, "It is better to have a life-and-death relationship between uncle and nephew."
Chen Qingyan's pretty face changed slightly.
Ye Fan's words appeared to praise her for having a life-long friendship with Ye Zhendong, but in fact, they were ridiculed by her ungrateful and abandoning the people who had been born and died for her.
"Doctor Ye, you are also a character. It is best not to take it seriously if you hearsay."
Chen Qingyan opened her lips with red lips: "Even our clients can't explain the grudges between Ye Zhendong. What are you doing as an outsider?"
While speaking, her right foot was slightly pressed, and her fair skin was invisibly tense, making her thighs look particularly strong.
Ye Fan almost wanted to go up and touch it, but he still resisted the conditioned reflex hand.
"I don't want to get involved in your old past, but I don't want Uncle Dong to be hurt again."
"He has been in a wheelchair for more than 20 years and suffered more than 8,000 days and nights. Now he has finally stood up and has become the head of the 16th Department."
"The decades in the next few years will be the time for Uncle Dong to shine. I don't want him to fall in the same pit."
He leaned on the seat and said quietly: "In this life, it's enough to have a fight."
"Ye Fan, what do you mean? It seems like I'm trying to harm Ye Zhendong?"
Chen Qingyan's pretty face became chiller: "I feel ashamed of him, because he has paid so much for me, but it's not that I have hurt him."
"Actually, I have really loved him, admired him, and even thought about giving birth to a baby for him, hoping that the child he gave birth to is as brave as him."
"It's a pity that life is not about fighting and killing, but also requires human nature."
"It is even more impossible for women to be immersed in bloody storms and need flowers, wine, luxury cars, jewelry, friends, and circles."
"I have been in line with Ye Zhendong more than once, but every effort is nothing."
"In his eyes, it would be better to eat a few steamed buns than to eat a steak with me with a knife and fork."
"I asked him to watch a foreign movie with me, which is worse than practicing boxing for him."
"I yearn for a prosperous life, but he stared at the dangerous mountains and rivers. I wanted to enjoy the richness, but he was happy to be in the war."
"You said, are we from two worlds?"
"It's not the same world. Isn't it normal and inevitable to separate?"
Chen Qingyan's tone was a little lonely:
"Don't say I'm a materialistic person. Which woman doesn't want to be more glamorous?"