Seeing these four words, Tang Ruoxue's eyes narrowed and looked at Ye Fan, and his eyes had inquiry.
Ye Fan knew what she was thinking, and held her hand: "Late things to tell you, I deal with the patient's injury first."
Tang Ruoxue did not let Ye Fan answer immediately as before, and the attitude was rare and returned to Ye Fan to Ye Fan.
"I know that Red Star and White Medicine have defects, so I prepared red -faced white medicine for it, which can just eliminate the sequelae of red star and white medicine."
Ye Fan handed the medicinal cream to the middle -aged man couple: "The production is rushing, the medicinal materials are expensive, the price is one thousand, one person is restricted to one bottle."
"Golden Zhilin has sales, and Boai Hospital also has sales."
Ye Fan added a sentence: "If there is any adverse reaction after use, Jin Zhilin is treated for free for him, and he will pay ten times the cost of ointment."
"Buy, buy, I buy two bottles."
The middle -aged man directly brushed two thousand yuan. As long as he could make his son quiet and repair his left arm, he would be willing to pay.
Tang Feng spent the pain and collected the money, and then took out a bottle of ointment to the middle -aged man.
Ye Fan gave people a hundred boxes last night, enough to buy more than 2,000 people.
Many patients present were discussing, and it was the effect of accidental this ointment.
However, there were not many people buying at the scene. In addition to the price is a bit expensive, there is also worrying that the middle -aged man will be the support of Ye Fan.
After all, the news has been so big these days, and everyone knows how much Ye Fan and Wang Qiaochu's grievances.
The middle -aged man and Yanli woman stayed with the son for half an hour, and confirmed that the son was completely fine before leaving.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, save my uncle ..."
Almost they just left, and several Hummers drove over.
Zheng Junqing moved Zheng Qiankun's wheelchair from the car.
Zheng Qiankun is also tied with five flowers, and the abdomen is wrapped around the gauze with blood stains.
"My uncle did not know what was going on last night. The wound of the operation suddenly itching in the middle of the night, it itching was very uncomfortable."
"He couldn't control it for a long time, and it was difficult to stop. Now not only the wound is scratched, but also a infection."
"The doctor painted him several bottles of red star and white medicine, but he could only stop bleeding and it could not stop itching, so he scratched it again in two hours."
"Uncle was survived by Du Lengding last night. In the morning, the doctor said that the wound deteriorated and needed a lot of meat .."
"But in this way, he will take a wheelchair in the second half of his life. If you just move or tear it, he will die as if it is better."
"Please save your uncle, he has to bite himself and commit suicide."
Zheng Qiankun was very reluctant to find Ye Fan for help. He always worried that the latter did what he did in the wound, but now only Ye Fan can do it.
They can only bow their heads.
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun's opening: "Mr. Zheng, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday, there is a problem with this red star and white medicine."
"You use it, not only will you not heal the wound, but you will aggravate your injury."
He sighed: "You don't listen, it's better to die now."
Zheng Qiankun's body shocked, looking up at Ye Fan: "Is there a problem with the medicine?"
Ye Fan leaned over and checked Zheng Qiankun's injury: "If you don't believe it, you can apply it a few more times."
"No, no, I believe."
Zheng Qiankun's eyelids jumped: "Dr. Ye, I'm arrogant, I'm sorry, please contain a lot."
Although the pain and itching hit the head, Zheng Qiankun still captured something.
This guess made him stormy.
"Ye Fan, don't say this first. My uncle is very uncomfortable. You can handle the wound for him first."
Zheng Junqing pulled Ye Fan to make a request: "In case of tetanus, it will be troublesome."
Zheng Qiankun also made a hard time: "Dr. Ye, trouble you."
"This injury can be cured, but the price is a bit expensive."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and Zheng Junqing: "100 billion yuan in diagnosis, guaranteed Mr. Zheng to get better."
"Don't think my lion opens a big mouth, one is Mr. Zheng's value, and the other is that you can claim to Wang Qiaochu."
"If there is no problem, I will treat it. If the price is too high, you can go to the people's hospital."
Ye Fan wants to use the Zheng family's knife to give Wang Qiaochu a hit.
"Govern! Governance!"
Zheng Qiankun didn't hesitate to open: "I will give this money right away!"
He is a decisive person, and he did not bargain with Ye Fan, and he gave a billion billion yuan.
Zheng Junqing felt that Ye Fanzai was too ruthless, but when he saw his uncle agreed, he knew it and closed his mouth.
After receiving the money, Ye Fan brought Zheng Qiankun into the intermediate ward, and then gave him acupuncture, and after relieving the pain, he applied the red and white medicine.
After more than three hours of tossing, the surgery was completed. Although Zheng Qiankun's body was still weak, he could not feel the pain and itching.
He stayed for another two hours and confirmed that his body was not different. He thanked Ye Fan Qianqian, and then asked Zheng Junqing to send himself home.
"Uncle, Ye Fan is the lion's mouth, and you don't pay off a price."
On the car that moved forward, Zheng Junqing looked at Zheng Qiankun: "I think there are more 100 million, you still give him 100 billion."
Although Ye Fan's really good hand returned to spring, Zheng Qiankun's body was restored to normal, and the old injuries were treated, but he thought that the 100 billion was still painful.
"Give Ye Fan 100 billion, one is that I want to end the torture as soon as possible, and the other is that I want to make him."
Zheng Qiankun narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "You and I have underestimated Ye Fan."
"His medical skills are really good, but the greatest rely on Ye Zhendong."
Zheng Junqing didn't take it for granted:
"Without Ye Zhendong, we should be squeezed like a pinch, and there will be no wolf at all."
"Look, he and Tang Ruoxue united, not enough for Wang Qiaochu to pump one hand."
He still has a resentment about Ye Fan: "If he left Ye Zhendong to fight us, it will be a dead end sooner or later."
"stupid!"
Zheng Qiankun hummed: "You analyze it for me, if the secret recipe of Xue Xue was prepared by Ye Fan, or did Wang Qiaochu buy it at a high price?"
He reached out and touched the wound, no longer pain, but when he remembered Ye Fan's deep gaze, he had a liver pain.
"I admit that 80 % is made by Ye Fan."
Zheng Junqing said his own opinion: "After all, Wang Qiaochu has this secret recipe, and it has been produced for a long time."
"And Wang's white medicine, the original five -star products are monopolized the market. This wave has not yet earned enough. It is not the interest of the six -star product."
"The reason why the patent and listing of Red Star and White Medicine quickly registered is nothing more than he stolen and seal them before Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue selling products."
"By the way, take a bite of Ye Fan ..."
"But what about the secret recipe belongs to Ye Fan?"
"Isn't it that Wang Qiao Chu Guangming is occupying himself? In turn, Ye Fan lost his wife and folded his soldiers."
"It can only be said that Ye Fan is also good at medical treatment. The rivers and lakes are too far away from Wang Qiaochu."
Zheng Junqing made a conclusion: "You said that we underestimated Ye Fan, I felt overestimated him."
Seeing that Ye Fan was suppressed by Wang Qiaochu, and Zheng Junqing looked at Ye Fan two points.
"Ye Fan's own secret recipe was taken away by Wang Qiaochu's use of tricks. You think Ye Fan Dao is good ..."
Zheng Qiankun's tone meaning is deep: "Have you ever thought about it, Ye Fan deliberately asked the secret recipe to take Wang Qiaochu away?"
Zheng Junqing smiled: "The secret recipe of 100 billion levels, deliberately let Wang Qiaochu take away, is equivalent to sending money, Ye Fan's brain into water?"
"What if there is a problem?"
Zheng Qiankun's voice suddenly became sharp: "Patients who have used red stars and white medicines are not as itchy as me, is it better to die?"
Zheng Junqing's smile was stagnant instantly.
He beat a spirit, and it was difficult to believe Zheng Qiankun shouted: "Uncle, do you mean Ye Fan set up a game for Wang Qiaochu?"
Zheng Qiankun did not answer, but just looked out of the window and the setting sun: