He killed the people in Wuyixiang and asked Wuyixiang to give him an explanation...
The middle-aged fat man fell straight to the ground, with a look of grievance on his face until he died.
He wanted to ridicule Ye Zhendong's arrogance, but his extinguished vitality told him that Ye Zhendong was not joking.
Ye Fan also had surprise on his face, Ye Zhendong was more powerful than he imagined.
He never imagined that the man who was a walking corpse just a week ago would now crush the Wuyi Lane killer to death with just one hand.
Twenty years ago, Ye Fan, the second master of Ye Hall, remembered what Wang Qingwu said and didn't take it seriously at the time. But now, looking at it, Ye Zhendong is indeed extraordinary.
With the death of the middle-aged fat man and the others, the danger on the tree-lined trail disappeared instantly. There were still a few fish that slipped through the net, but no one dared to take action again.
Even the fat middle-aged man was killed instantly, so what could they do to resist Ye Zhendong?
Ye Fan pushed Ye Zhendong to move forward.
Just as their figures disappeared, a few more people appeared in the forest with solemn expressions. While cleaning up the bodies, they took out their mobile phones to make calls...
A masked woman spoke respectfully into her mobile phone:
"Lord Haizhu, the mission failed, Wu Gou and the others were killed."
There was no emotion on the other end of the phone: "How are you still alive?"
The masked woman replied in a low voice: "The other party took a preemptive strike and killed half of them. They didn't kill a few of us. They were keeping them to report to you."
"This Ye Fan... ability is really beyond my expectation. It seems that there is no water in the legendary land."
The other end of the phone sighed with emotion, and then the conversation changed: "What does Ye Fan want you to say?"
"The person who killed Wu Gou and the others was not Ye Fan, but Ye Zhendong, the cripple of Ye Hall, but he should have recovered his skills."
The masked woman hesitated and said:
"He wants us to send a message that whoever accepts the reward offered by Ye Fan will have his hand cut off, otherwise he will rush into the main hall of Wuyi Lane."
"What?"
Master Haizhu's voice suddenly rose: "Dongwang is ready..."
For the first time, he felt moved.
"Ye Fan, I heard that you took over Hua Lao's Qingfeng Hall?"
When the killer in Wu Yi Lane was reporting, Ye Zhendong was wiping his hidden sword and continuing to talk to Ye Fan about his daily life: "Business is booming, right?"
"I took over a few days ago."
Ye Fan put away his thoughts about Ye Zhendong, smiled and said:
"But all the eight great doctors were driven away by me."
Then, he explained the matter simply:
"Now I'm like a bare-bones commander. I can't even recruit a handyman, so let's not talk about a prosperous business."
"But it's okay, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, otherwise once the medical clinic becomes popular, I will be extremely busy again."
If he hadn't been worried about Hua Yanyu and Tang Fenghua's emotions, Ye Fan would have really hoped that the Qingfeng Hall would be empty.
"Doctors are so kind."
Ye Zhendong appreciated Ye Fan a little more: "Ye Fan, you are rare."
He was once worried that Ye Fan, who had lost twenty years of elite education, would be disgusted in society. But now he saw that Ye Fan's character was completely above the standard.
This made him completely relieved. He didn't have to worry about Ye Fan's return to Ye Tang, which would make the whole situation dark and turbulent.
Ye Fan waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Dong, for your compliment."
"By the way, Ye Fan, Mr. Hua told me something when he was in retreat, but I almost forgot to tell you."
Ye Zhendong suddenly hit his head and remembered something, then took out a piece of paper from the mezzanine of the wheelchair and gave it to Ye Fan:
"The Huatuo Cup Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition, held every five years, will be held next Wednesday at the regional and county level."
He added: "Mr. Hua signed up for you, remember to participate when the time comes."
Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned: "Traditional Chinese medicine competition?"
"What is Mr. Hua doing? I'm going to participate in a traditional Chinese medicine competition?"
He was a bit dumbfounded:
"Doesn't this make me bully others? Besides, it doesn't mean anything to me."
Ye Fan's philosophy is that whether Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it can save people, it is a good medical skill, so he rarely competes with others on his medical skills unless he has to.
Now Hua Qingfeng suddenly asked Ye Fan to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup. Ye Fan was completely confused and had no idea what the purpose was.
"Mr. Hua said, first, let you experience things, see how far you can go, and stimulate your greater interest in medical skills."
Ye Zhendong anticipated Ye Fan's reaction, patted the back of his hand and said with a smile:
"Second, I hope you can win the championship and give yourself an official name."
"In this way, no one will say that you became a monk halfway, and no one will say that you are a barefoot doctor."
"The Huatuo Cup champion will not only have a place in the medical field, but also have the opportunity to become a national treasure."
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 reputations. I don't study medicine for the approval of others."
Although Ye Fan often charges astronomical fees for diagnosis and treatment, he still enjoys the sense of accomplishment of saving lives and healing wounds.
"Ye Fan, I know your temperament and you don't need those things to decorate yourself."
Ye Zhendong smiled and still advised unhurriedly:
"But this man, after all, life is inseparable from various interpersonal relationships. A few false names can avoid a lot of trouble."
"Besides, even if you are not interested in those false reputations, if you become the Hua Tuo Cup champion, Qingfengtang will become famous instantly, and you don't have to worry about the customer base."
"One more thing, Mr. Hua hopes that you can promote traditional Chinese medicine in the future, so that he will not have any regrets a hundred years from now."
"And inheritance cannot be separated from authority 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 Hua Tuo Cup."
Ye Fan's heart moved slightly: "Uncle Dong, you and Mr. Hua want me to gild."
He had a vague feeling that whether he took over Qingfeng Hall or participated in the Huatuo Cup, he felt that he would stand out.
"Gold plating is also a manifestation of ability."
Ye Zhendong crushed Ye Fan's last hesitation:
"I think your adoptive parents will also be happy to see you become famous."
"OK!"
Ye Fan took a long breath, picked up the registration receipt and glanced at it: "I'll join in the fun then."
"Hahaha, good boy, let's go to the Big Buddha Temple."
Ye Zhendong looked pleased: "I want Buddha to bless you to win the championship smoothly."
Half an hour later, at the Grand Buddha Temple, Ye Zhendong finished offering the incense and asked Ye Fan to help him pay for the sesame oil while he waited outside.
As soon as he came out of the sandalwood smoke, Ye Zhendong's cell phone vibrated.
He put on his Bluetooth headset, and Hua Qingfeng's voice soon came: "Zhendong, has Ye Fan promised to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup?"
"He was not interested at first, but I persuaded him and agreed."
Ye Zhendong looked at the green mountains in the distance:
"Mr. Hua, do you want him to win this championship and look more glamorous when he enters Ye Tang in the future?"
The Huatuo Cup, held every five years, is not only a major event in China's traditional Chinese medicine community, but also attracts the attention of the entire China. Both the private sector and the government will give it high recognition.
The gold content is no less than that of an academician.
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The sound of Huaqingfeng is like the wind blowing through the wilderness of the north:
