Walking ahead is a beautiful woman, about forty years old, full of heaven, tall and powerful, but not lacking in femininity.
She was surrounded by four or five men and women, each of whom was arrogant, and at first glance she was the master who had been praised by others all year round.
The pretty faced female doctors had bright eyes and greeted them and shouted:
"Sister Lan."
Nangong Chun also felt a hint of spirit, as if the appearance of his daughter could protect his shop and his reputation.
The middle-aged woman nodded and then came to Nangong Chun:
"Dad, what's wrong?"
Nangong Chun pointed at Ye Fan:
"Lan'er, it was him who came to kick the shop and forced me to fight against doctors and poison, and wanted to occupy my shop and drive me out of China Sea."
"He also forced me to drink a bowl of poison. Fortunately, my life was resolved, otherwise I would have died now."
Compared to that face, Nangong Chun cares more about money. If he can save the clinic and medicinal materials worth tens of millions, what's the point of being scolded?
The audience was in an uproar, but they didn't expect Nangong Chun to be so shameless.
What Sun Bufan wanted to say, but Ye Fan waved his hand to stop him.
Ye Fan had already expected that with Nangong Chun's character, he would be able to lose money if he lost. Now when he saw someone coming to mess with him, he would wait and see what happened.
If you step on it, just step on it together.
"Kick the room?"
"Fight the poison?"
"Nothing!"
Nangong Lan carried her hands on her back and shouted righteously:
"Medical skills are used to save lives and help the wounded, not to be competitive."
"And kicking a hall is suspected of illegal, and fighting drugs is even more of a crime."
"Young man, which clinic you are from? I want to punish you and revoke your license."
"You are so reckless and impulsive that you are not suitable to be a doctor."
"If you don't teach you a lesson today, you will teach your patients tomorrow."
No drops of water.
The pretty faced doctor hurriedly pointed across from the opposite side: "They are Jin Zhilin's, and they ran over to provoke them."
"check!"
Nangong Lan tilted her head slightly, and her majestic posture seemed to be the queen of her generation.
Several companions took out their phones and prepared to ask someone to jointly enforce the law.
Ye Fan smiled without comment: "I am willing to bet but not admit defeat?"
"Willing not to admit defeat?"
Ye Fan's disapproval stimulated Nangong Lan.
She felt that authority was greatly challenged, so she sneered and stood in front of Ye Fan and shouted:
"You are already suspected of breaking the law and are not qualified to say this."
"Also, whoever wins and loses, what you say doesn't have the final say, what they say doesn't have the final say, only I have the final say."
Nangong Lan raised her head proudly, as if she wanted to suppress Ye Fan.
Ye Fan said lightly: "I don't want this to be a face anymore, aren't you afraid of being stabbed by someone?"
"Pull me a try? Let's see if I kill him?"
Nangong Lan looked at Ye Fan with a slanted look, and the helpless little bastard was extremely ridiculous!
Many spectators were photographed by her cold sneer, and they all stopped talking and retreated.
Ye Fan smiled: "It seems you are going to bully others by your power."
Ye Fan's words not only did not anger Nangong Lan, but instead made the woman sneer on her back:
"I just bullied people with my power, how about it?"
"I tell you, you can't move my father's shop today, let alone get out of China Sea."
"In turn, your clinic will be sealed and your qualification certificate will be revoked."
Nangong Lan glanced at Ye Fan disdainfully: "I don't accept it."
Ye Fan fiddled with his cell phone: "The identity is very awesome."
Nangong Lan snorted contemptuously: "Director of the 18th Department of the Medical Department."
“Not now.”
A majestic voice came from behind.
Nangong Lan's pretty face sank: "Who said that?"
"I, Yang Yaodong!"
“Have any opinions?”
Me, Yang Yaodong?
Hearing these words, Nangong Lan and the others subconsciously turned their heads and saw several people walking in a wheelchair.
On the wheelchair, a thin middle-aged man was sitting, with a pale face as paper.
Yang Yaodong? Yang Hall?
Seeing this, Nangong Lan was stunned at first, and almost frightened to death. He rushed up and shouted:
"Yang Hall"
"Ba"
Yang Yaodong slapped her away: "Kneel down and speak"