Seeing these four words, Tang Ruoxue narrowed her eyes and looked at Mark with a searching gaze.
Ye Fan knew what she was thinking, so he shook her hand and said, "I'll tell you about it later. I'll deal with the patient's injuries first."
Tang Ruoxue did not ask Ye Fan to answer immediately as before, and returned the beauty and white medicine to Ye Fan in a rare and obedient manner.
"I know that Hongxing Baiyao has defects, so I formulated Hongyan Baiyao for it, which can just eliminate the sequelae of Hongxing Baiyao."
Ye Fan handed the ointment to the middle-aged man and his wife: "The production is rushed, the medicinal materials are expensive, the price is one thousand, and one person is limited to one bottle."
"Jin Zhilin sells it, and Boai Hospital also sells it."
Ye Fan added: "If there are any adverse reactions after use, Jin Zhilin will treat him for free and will compensate him ten times the cost of the ointment."
"Buy, buy, I'll buy two bottles."
The middle-aged man directly paid two thousand yuan. He was willing to pay any amount as long as it could calm his son down and repair his left arm.
Tang Fenghua quickly collected the money, and then took out a bottle of ointment and gave it to the middle-aged man.
Ye Fan had someone deliver 100 boxes last night, enough for more than 2,000 people to buy.
Many patients present talked a lot and were surprised by the effect of this ointment.
However, there were not many people buying at the scene. In addition to the price being a bit expensive, there was also concern that the middle-aged man was a trustee for Ye Fan.
After all, the news has been so big these days, and everyone knows to some extent about the feud between Ye Fan and Wang Qiaochu.
The middle-aged man and the gorgeous woman stayed with their son for another half an hour, and then left happily after confirming that his son was completely fine.
"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, save my uncle..."
Almost as soon as they left, several more Hummers drove up.
Zheng Junqing and the others moved Zheng Qiankun's wheelchair from the car.
Zheng Qiankun was also tied up, with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his abdomen, and his expression was indescribable pain and discomfort.
"My uncle didn't know what happened last night. The wound where he had surgery suddenly became itchy in the middle of the night. It was very uncomfortable."
"He couldn't stop scratching for a long time and couldn't stop. Now not only has the wound been scratched open, but it has also become infected."
"The doctor applied several bottles of red star and white medicine to him, but it only stopped the bleeding but not the itching, so he scratched it again two hours later."
"Uncle survived last night on Demerol. After a checkup this morning, the doctor said the wound had worsened and a lot of flesh needed to be cut off..."
"But if that happens, he will have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. If he makes any big moves or tears, he will be worse than dead."
"Please save my uncle quickly, he is so uncomfortable that he will bite his tongue and commit suicide."
Zheng Qiankun and the others were very reluctant to ask Ye Fan for help. They were always worried about what the latter might do to the wound, but now only Ye Fan could handle it.
They can only bow their heads.
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and said, "Mr. Zheng, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that there is something wrong with this Red Star Baiyao."
"If you use it, not only will it not heal the wound, but it will aggravate it."
He sighed softly: "You just didn't listen, and now your life is worse than death."
Zheng Qiankun's body trembled, and he looked up at Mark in shock: "Is there really something wrong with that medicine?"
Ye Fan leaned over to check Zheng Qiankun's injuries: "If you don't believe it, you can apply it a few more times."
Although pain and itching hit his head, Zheng Qiankun still caught something in his heart.
This speculation made him feel confused.
"Ye Fan, don't talk about this now. My uncle is feeling very uncomfortable. Please treat his wounds first."
Zheng Junqing pulled Ye Fan and asked: "If you get tetanus, you will be in big trouble."
Zheng Qiankun also said with difficulty: "Dr. Ye, I'm sorry to trouble you."
"This injury can be treated, but the price is a bit expensive."
Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and Zheng Junqing: "The consultation fee is one billion, and I guarantee that Mr. Zheng will get better."
"Don't think I'm a big bully. First, Mr. Zheng's life is valuable, and second, you can claim compensation from Wang Qiaochu."
"If there is no problem, I will treat it. If you think the price is too high, you can go to the People's Hospital."
Ye Fan wants to borrow the Zheng family's knife to give Wang Qiaochu a heavy blow.
"Cure! Cure!"
Zheng Qiankun said without hesitation: "I will give you the money right away!"
He was a decisive person. He didn't bargain with Ye Fan and simply gave him one billion.
Zheng Junqing felt that Ye Fan's killing was too harsh, but when he saw his uncle happily agreeing, he shut up.
After receiving the money, Ye Fan took Zheng Qiankun into the intermediate ward, gave him acupuncture, and then applied red and white medicine to relieve his pain.
After more than three hours of work, the operation was completed. Although Zheng Qiankun was still very weak, he could no longer feel pain or itching.
He stayed for another two hours, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his body, thanked Ye Fan profusely, and then asked Zheng Junqing to take him home.
"Uncle, Ye Fan is a lion and you don't pay back the price."
In the car moving forward, Zheng Junqing looked at Zheng Qiankun: "I think 100 million is too much, why don't you give him one billion?"
Although Ye Fan did have a wonderful rejuvenation, Zheng Qiankun's body returned to normal and old injuries were treated, but the thought of one billion still makes him feel painful.
"Give Ye Fan one billion, firstly, I want to end the torture as soon as possible, and secondly, I want to make friends with him."
Zheng Qiankun narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "You and I have underestimated Mark."
"His medical skills are indeed good, but his biggest reliance is Ye Zhendong."
Zheng Junqing disagrees:
"Without Ye Zhendong, if we squeezed him to death, it would be like squeezing an ant to death. There would be no such embarrassing situation at all."
"Look, if he and Tang Ruoxue join forces, they can't even beat Wang Qiaochu with one hand."
He still has resentment towards Ye Fan: "If he leaves Ye Zhendong and fights with us, he will die sooner or later."
"stupid!"
Zheng Qiankun hummed: "Analyze it for me, was Ruoxue's secret recipe prepared by Ye Fan, or was it bought by Wang Qiaochu at a high price?"
He stretched out his hand and touched the wound. There was no pain anymore, but thinking of Mark's deep eyes made his liver hurt.
"I admit this, 80% of it was prepared by Ye Fan."
Zheng Junqing expressed his opinion: "After all, Wang Qiaochu has this secret recipe and has already produced it."
"Furthermore, Wang's Baiyao, whose five-star products used to monopolize the market, has not yet made enough money this time. Producing six-star products is not in line with maximizing profits."
"The reason why he quickly registered the patent for Red Star Baiyao and put it on the market is because he stole it and blocked Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue before they could sell their products."
"By the way, bite Ye Fan hard..."
"So what if the secret recipe belongs to Mark?"
"Hasn't it been taken over by Wang Qiaochu for himself? In turn, Ye Fan lost his wife and lost his troops."
"Writing down the secret recipe can only mean that Ye Fan has good medical skills, and his martial arts skills are far behind Wang Qiaochu."
Zheng Junqing made a conclusion: "You said we underestimated Ye Fan, but I think we overestimated him."
Seeing that Ye Fan was suppressed like this by Wang Qiaochu and others, Zheng Junqing despised Ye Fan again.
"The secret recipe prepared by Ye Fan himself was taken away by Wang Qiaochu through trickery. Do you think Ye Fan is doing a good job..."
Zheng Qiankun's tone was meaningful: "Then have you ever thought that Ye Fan deliberately let Wang Qiaochu take away the secret recipe?"
Zheng Junqing smiled: "A secret recipe worth hundreds of billions, deliberately letting Wang Qiaochu take it away is equivalent to giving away money. Is Ye Fan out of his mind?"
"What if there's something wrong with the secret recipe?"
Zheng Qiankun's voice suddenly became sharp: "All the patients who have used Red Star Baiyao have the same itching as me, so why would they be worse off than dead?"
Zheng Junqing's smile suddenly froze.
He trembled, looked at Zheng Qiankun in disbelief and shouted: "Uncle, are you saying that Ye Fan set up a trap for Wang Qiaochu?"
Zheng Qiankun didn't answer, just looked at the sunset outside the window:
"Yuan Hua is finished, Wang Qiaochu is finished..."
