The people who killed Wuyi Lane also had to be told to Wuyi Lane... The middle-aged fat man fell straight to the ground, and his face was filled with aggrievance until he died.
He wanted to ridicule Ye Zhendong's arrogance, but the extinguished vitality told him that Ye Zhendong was not joking.
Ye Fan also had surprise on his face. Ye Zhendong's strength was beyond his imagination.
He never expected that the person who was still a walking corpse a week ago will now kill the killer in Wuyi Lane with one hand.
Twenty years ago, Ye Fan, the second master of Ye Tang, remembered what Wang Qingwu said, and didn't agree with it at that time. Now, he saw that Ye Zhendong is indeed extraordinary.
As the middle-aged fat men and the others died, the danger of the tree-lined path disappeared instantly, and there were still a few fish that had missed the net, but no one dared to take action again.
Even the middle-aged fat man was killed instantly, so what would they use to compete with Ye Zhendong?
Ye Fan pushed Ye Zhendong to continue moving forward.
As soon as their figures disappeared, several people flashed out in the forest, with a serious expression. While cleaning the corpse, they took out their phones and called out... A woman with a mask spoke respectfully at the phone: "Master Haizhu, the mission failed, Wu Gou and the others were killed.
Kill."
There was no emotional ups and downs on the other end of the phone: "Why are you still alive?"
The woman in the mask replied in a low voice: "The other party took the initiative and killed half of us, but didn't kill a few of us. I'm leaving it to report to you."
"This Ye Fan's ability is really beyond my expectations. It seems that the legendary land is not watery."
The other end of the phone sighed, and then changed the subject: "What do Ye Fan want you to say?"
"It was not Ye Fan who killed Wu Gou and the others, but Ye Zhendong, a disabled man from Ye Tang, but he should have regained his skills."
The woman in the mask said hesitantly: "He wants us to pass the message. Whoever receives Ye Fan's reward will be cut off? Otherwise, he will enter the Wuyi Lane General Hall."
"What?"
Lord Haizhu suddenly raised his voice: "The King of the East..." He was moved for the first time.
"Ye Fan, I heard that you took over Mr. Hua's Qingfeng Hall?"
While the killer in Wuyi Lane was reporting, Ye Zhendong was wiping his sleeves clean and continuing to chat with Ye Fan: "Is the business a booming?"
"I took over a few days ago."
Ye Fan put away his thoughts about Ye Zhendong, smiled and said, "But I have all driven away the eight doctors."
Then he briefly said: "I am just a commander who is a bare-headed person now. I can't even hire a handyman, so don't talk about the hot business."
"But it's fine, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, otherwise I'll be too busy once the clinic gets hot."
If it weren't for the concerns about Hua Yanyu and Tang Fenghua's emotions, Ye Fan really hoped that Qingfengtang would be deserted.
"Doctors are kind."
Ye Zhendong admired Ye Fan a little more: "Ye Fan, it's rare for you."
He was once worried that Ye Fan, who had lost twenty years of elite education, would be disgusted in society. Now, he saw that Ye Fan's character was completely qualified.
This made him completely relieved, and he didn't have to worry about Ye Fan returning to Ye Tang, which made the whole situation turbulent.
Ye Fan waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Dong, for your appreciation."
"By the way, Ye Fan, Mr. Hua told me something when he was in seclusion, and I almost forgot to tell you."
Ye Zhendong suddenly slapped his head and remembered something, and then took out a piece of paper from the wheelchair mezzanine to Ye Fan: "The five-year Huatuo Cup Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition will be held next Wednesday for each region and county level competition."
He added: "Mr. Hua has signed up for you, and you will remember to participate in the competition at that time."
Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned: "Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition?"
"What's Mr. Hua doing?
I'm still going to participate in the traditional Chinese medicine competition?"
He was a little amused and laughed: "Isn't this asking me to bully people? Besides, it doesn't mean much to me."
Ye Fan's philosophy is that whether it is traditional Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as he can save people, he is good at medical skills. Therefore, if he has no choice, he rarely compares medical skills with others.
Now that Hua Qingfeng suddenly asked Ye Fan to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup, Ye Fan was completely confused and did not know the purpose.
"Old Mr. Hua said, first, let you see how far you can go, and stimulate your greater interest in medical skills."
Ye Zhendong saw Ye Fan's reaction, patted the back of his hand and smiled: "The second is that you hope you can win the championship and give yourself an official title."
"In this way, no one said you became a monk halfway, and no one said you were barefoot doctor."
"The Huatuo Cup champion not only has a place in the medical field, but also has the opportunity to become a national treasure talent."
He encouraged Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, I think you can give it a try."
Ye Fan scratched his head: "Uncle Dong, I don't need those false names. I study medicine, and I don't want to give it to others."
Although Ye Fan's medical treatment fee is often astronomical, he still enjoys the sense of accomplishment of saving lives and healing the wounded.
"Ye Fan, I know your personality and don't need those things to decorate myself."
Ye Zhendong smiled and still advised slowly: "But this person is inseparable from various interpersonal relationships in life, and some false names can avoid a lot of trouble."
"Besides, even if you are not interested in those false names, if you become the Huatuo Cup champion, Qingfengtang will become a hit in one go, so don't worry about the source of customers."
"There is another point. Mr. Hua hopes that you can carry forward traditional Chinese medicine in the future, so that he will not regret it in a hundred years."
"And inheritance cannot be separated from authoritative and official recognition."
He added in a calm tone: "I think this is one of the reasons why he arranged for you to participate in the Huatuo Cup."
Ye Fan's heart moved slightly: "Uncle Dong, you and Mr. Hua want me to gilt."
He vaguely felt that whether it was taking over Qingfengtang or participating in the Huatuo Cup, he had the intention to make himself emerge.
“Golding is also a manifestation of ability.”
Ye Zhendong crushed Ye Fan for the last bit of hesitation: "I think your adoptive father and mother should be very happy to see you become famous."
"OK!"
Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, picked up the registration receipt and glanced at him: "I'll join in the fun when I'm here."
"Hahaha, good boy, go to the Great Buddha Temple."
Ye Zhendong looked relieved: "I want Buddha to bless you to win the championship smoothly."
Half an hour later, Ye Zhendong took incense at the Great Buddha Temple and asked Ye Fan to help him give him money for incense and oil, while he was waiting outside.
As soon as he came out of the sandalwood smoke, Ye Zhendong's cell phone vibrated.
He put on Bluetooth headphones and soon the sound of Hua Qingfeng came: "Zhendong, did Ye Fan agree to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup?"
"He was not interested at first, and I persuaded him to agree."
Ye Zhendong looked at Qingshan in the distance: "Old Hua, do you want him to win this championship? If you want him to enter Ye Tang in the future, it will look a little glamorous?"
The Huatuo Cup, which is once every five years, is not only a grand event in the traditional Chinese medicine industry in China, but also attracts the attention of the entire China. Both the people and the officials will highly recognize it.
The value is no less than that of an academician.
"Wrong."
The sound of Hua Qingfeng is like the wind blowing through the wastelands of the northern country: "I want him to enter the vision of Heng Palace..."