Sun Bufan took a look at the notes and was slightly stunned, but said nothing, and immediately turned around to arrange it.
"fart."
The middle-aged woman was furious: "You have been cured and even poured dirty water on us. Are you from humans?"
"That's right, everyone has seen that my uncle was cured to death by you. Your medical skills are not up to standard, and you still want to shirk responsibility?"
"What else is Jin Zhilin's Hundred Years Medical Hall? Farting, I think it's a liar who deceives the world and steals his reputation."
"Uncle, you died so miserably. It was this bastard who killed you."
Several old relatives criticized Ye Fan.
"Oh, Dr. Ye, you should be careful when acupuncture."
"Yes, we are all old neighbors. We can only trust you and Mr. Gongsun to come. As a result, you are just a mess. Wouldn't this harm people?"
"And the medical fee is thirty at any time, one hundred, and I only buy two pounds of pork for thirty yuan."
"Hurry up and apologize and compensate, otherwise people will sue you, and not only will the clinic be blocked, but you will also be imprisoned."
Dozens of neighbors saw that the dead man also accused Ye Fan. If Wang Rulin had not died first, they would definitely be unlucky in the future.
They also thought about it and would never be greedy for cheap things again. They would not believe in traditional Chinese medicine anymore. They would go to the hospital for treatment honestly.
The middle-aged woman was aggressive: "See that, everyone said you are wrong and you can't deny it. Hurry up and confess to me."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "What do you want?"
"I tell you, either I will compensate me for 20 million yuan, or I will sue the Medical Bureau to block you."
The middle-aged woman raised her neck and demonstrated to Ye Fan: "I'll give you ten minutes to consider."
"I don't like both conditions."
Ye Fan laughed: "This way, I'll give you a lively father."
The middle-aged woman's face turned cold: "What do you mean?"
The other patients were also confused.
"My master, the medicine is here."
At this time, Sun Bufan brought a bowl of Chinese medicine over, steaming hot, and the medicine juice was rolling, which showed that it had just come out of the pot.
The middle-aged woman's face changed drastically: "What are you going to do?"
"Your father is dead, I happen to have a dose of medicine to bring back the dead."
Ye Fan sneered: "I can guarantee in front of everyone that if this bowl of medicine is poured in, your father will be resurrected immediately."
"If he doesn't survive, I will not only pay you 20 million, but I will also take the initiative to close the clinic."
His head tilted: "Sun Bufan, pry open the patient's mouth."
"No, no, I don't agree."
The middle-aged woman was shocked: "I can't let you blaspheme my father's body, I can't let you blaspheme."
Several relatives also shouted that they wanted to rush up and prevent Ye Fan from giving the old man medicine.
Although Zhang Daqiang and the others didn't know what Ye Fan was doing, they all had a tacit understanding and blocked them. The two of them controlled a middle-aged woman and the others.
"Bang bang bang--"
However, as soon as Zhang Daqiang touched the middle-aged woman, she twisted her body and twisted it, and rushed out.
Zhang Daqiang looked shocked.
Seeing this, several workers instinctively blocked the situation, but were also thrown away by the middle-aged woman.
The other intercepted workers were also overturned by a group of relatives.
Extremely strong combat power.
"The clothes are falling down!"
Ye Fan smiled, then waved his left hand and directly knocked the middle-aged woman to fly away.
The middle-aged woman screamed, fell straight and backward, and brought down several of her accomplices.
She was extremely shocked, and seemed to have never expected that Ye Fan was so powerful that he would defeat her if he took action.
At the same time, Sun Bufan pried Wang Rulin's mouth open.
Ye Fan leaned his wrist and poured a bowl of Chinese medicine into the old man's mouth.
This bowl of Chinese medicine is not only hot, but also contains a lot of crotons.
The middle-aged woman shouted hysterically: "Don't-"
"ah--"
Almost as soon as the Chinese medicine was in the mouth, the old man trembled all over and then opened his eyes in panic.
He struggled desperately while spitting hot Chinese medicine.
"ah--"
Seeing this, the patients present screamed again, and took a few more steps back, looking like they were terrifying.
They never expected that the dead patient would come back to life.
Zhang Daqiang and the others were also confused.
"I haven't finished the medicine yet, so I keep getting rooted."
Ye Fan's left hand was as steady as Mount Tai pressing the old man, and the Chinese medicine in his right hand was still poured in.
That hot not only made the old man's lips red, but also had a lot of bubbles in his mouth.
The old man babbled and screamed from time to time, which made the middle-aged women tremble, but they could not rush up to save the people.
After taking a bowl of medicinal soup, Ye Fan threw away the porcelain bowl and stood up with his hands clapped his hands: