Upon hearing the secretary's report, Wang Qingwu shuddered, and her pretty face turned pale instantly.
She walked out in despair, and Ye Fan was worried that something might happen to her, so he hurriedly followed her.
After getting into the Porsche, Wang Qingwu was so busy that she didn't even start the car for half a minute.
Ye Fan couldn't see it, so he moved her to the passenger seat, then sat in the driving position and started the car.
After asking for the address, the car sped out with a roar and drove straight to Dongshan Nursing Home fifteen kilometers away.
Along the way, Wang Qingwu lost her agility and smile. She just held on to her seat belt and stared blankly ahead.
There is no doubt that 'Young Master Ye' is very important to her.
"Don't worry, he will be fine."
Ye Fan stepped on the accelerator and comforted Wang Qingwu:
"As long as he still has breath, I will definitely save him."
Hearing Ye Fan's words, Wang Qingwu's pretty face turned red. She looked at Ye Fan gratefully:
"Ye Fan, thank you."
Ye Fan hesitated and said: "I can see that he is very important to you. Who is he?"
Wang Qingwu had great trust in Ye Fan, so when she heard his curiosity, she told him without any hesitation.
That Young Master Ye, named Ye Zhendong, was a core member of Ye Tang. He was also one of the few masters in Ye Tang and made many great contributions to Ye Tang.
More than 20 years ago, he rescued the kidnapped young Wang Qingwu, saving her from militants with one man and one sword.
It was also more than 20 years ago that he escorted Mrs. Ye back to China to visit relatives and was attacked by a powerful enemy. He blocked Mrs. Ye's sword and arrows and was poisoned.
In the end, although he survived, his legs were unable to stand up, and the tendons in his hands were severely damaged. He could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.
For his safety, Ye Tang sent him back to Longdu to recuperate.
This recuperation lasted twenty years.
These twenty years not only made Ye Zhendong gradually depressed, but also made him addicted to alcohol. Although there were many people visiting him, his heart was almost dead.
Unable to stand up and hold the sword, for Ye Zhendong, life is worse than death. Fortunately, Wang Qingwu has encouraged him in these years, otherwise he might have committed suicide long ago.
Seeing that he had lost value to Ye Tang, Ye Zhendong's former enemies became increasingly arrogant, shouting that they would kill him with their own hands to pay for their blood debt.
Therefore, in the past few years, many forces have sneaked into Longdu and want to sacrifice other people's heads.
After all, no matter how useless Ye Zhendong is, he is still of the blood of Ye Tang, one of the four great masters of Ye Tang in the past. Killing him is of great significance.
"This is the fourth attack this year."
Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly:
"Uncle Ye killed too many enemies in the past and had many blood feuds, so twenty years later, they still miss his head."
"Those people all hope to kill Uncle Ye before he dies of old age or commits suicide."
"Half an hour ago, Uncle Ye was basking in the sun. When the guard turned around to get some clothes, someone shot him with a cold arrow."
She looked forward and murmured: "Uncle Ye, you must live well, I am still waiting for you to be my witness."
Ye Fan pursed his lips slightly, not expecting to meet someone from Ye Tang again.
But from what Wang Qingwu said, Ye Zhendong was as upright a man as Mo Qianxiong.
While talking, the car quickly arrived at Dongshan Sanatorium.
This nursing home has nothing to do with the government and is a private investment, so most of the residents are wealthy people. The service is good, but the security strength is not as good as that of the official nursing home.
Wang Qingwu took out his ID, and Ye Fan passed without any hindrance, and soon came to the door of a small villa.
Not only were there a lot of security guards at the door, but there were also police patrols. There were more than a dozen cars parked on both sides, as well as two hospital ambulances.
Ye Fan followed Wang Qingwu in and soon saw a bunch of people surrounding the middle of the hall, including police officers, doctors, guards, and officials.
There is a wheelchair between them.
Sitting in the wheelchair was a middle-aged man in his forties.
He has a Chinese character face, an aquiline nose, a face full of wrinkles, dull eyes, and extremely depressed spirit.
His shoulder was wrapped in gauze, and there was blood on it, as if he had been hit by an arrow.
The wound has been treated, and the instrument coefficients show that he is not in physical danger, but Ye Zhendong does not have any emotional ups and downs.
The gray hair made Ye Fan feel not only his aging, but also a sense of death.
The Walking Dead, that's all.
"Uncle Ye——"
Wang Qingwu squeezed through the crowd of people asking for help, came to Ye Zhendong and whispered: "Are you okay?"
Ye Zhendong, who was motionless, saw Wang Qingwu appear, and his dull eyes finally changed.
But he still didn't speak
Wang Qingwu's eyes were full of guilt: "Uncle Ye, I'm sorry, I should send you more bodyguards..."
"Qingwu, please give me a moment and I'll give Xiaoye acupuncture."
At this time, a shout came from outside the door, and then Hua Qingfeng, Hua Yanyu, and the others hurriedly came from outside.
The speed was too fast, causing Hua Qingfeng to ignore Ye Fan's existence.
Just as Wang Qingwu stood up and moved out of the way, Hua Qingfeng stood in front of Ye Zhendong and sighed:
"For Xiaoye, arrow wounds are nothing. What's important is his legs and hands."
"As long as he can stand up again and pick up the sword again, everything will be fine for him. Otherwise, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive this year."
Hua Qingfeng obviously understood Ye Zhendong's temperament very well. He patted the latter's thigh:
"Xiaoye, let me cast "Three Talents Connecting to the Deep" on you again."
"I have used this acupuncture method to cure more than a dozen people with leg problems. Some are even more serious than you, but I don't know why it doesn't work for you."
Hua Qingfeng showed a hint of regret. He studied "Three Talents Tongyou" assiduously and treated more than a dozen people, just hoping to cure Ye Zhendong.
Unfortunately it never worked.
"But don't worry, I will do my best. Even if I can't cure it, I will help you hire a little miracle doctor."
His eyes sparkled: "His medical skills are better than mine, so he should be helpful to you."
Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, Ye Zhendong didn't react or make a sound, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
The doctors present also shook their heads slightly, thinking that Hua Qingfeng was simply comforting Ye Zhendong.
Hua Qingfeng was at his wits' end, so what effect could the other doctors have?
Hua Qingfeng smiled and said nothing, picked up the silver needle and gave Ye Zhendong acupuncture, not caring about the dozens of doctors watching around him.
Hua Yanyu, on the other hand, moved from time to time to block the eyes of the people around her, as if she didn't want others to learn her grandfather's acupuncture techniques.
Half an hour later, Hua Qingfeng finished the acupuncture and was sweating profusely.
"It's strange, there's still no progress. This shouldn't be the case."
"The meridians are kinked and the qi and blood are not flowing smoothly. If the "Three Talents Tongyou" is continued, the results should be immediate."
He checked his pulse and couldn't help but shake his head: "What went wrong?"
"His paralysis does not lie in his body, but in his heart."
A voice came out calmly:
"The most fundamental reason why he can't stand up is because of a knot in his heart..."
Ye Zhendong's narrow eyes suddenly flashed with light...
