The father and son in Baocheng were talking. Unknown to Ye Fan, he went to bed early after taking a shower after a busy day.
The next morning, Ye Fan got up as usual and went to the park to practice Tai Chi.
Although there was still no internal energy available in the whole body, the muscles and veins were indescribably smooth, allowing Ye Fan to practice for an hour longer than usual.
When he stood up, he looked full of energy. He couldn't kill a tiger, but he could kill a dozen people.
At the same time, Ye Fan discovered that the outline and arc of the sun on his left arm were a little deeper than the previous few days.
"Could it be that absorbing other energies or practicing Tai Chi Sutra can make the sun slowly become clearer and more obvious?"
"Will the outline and arc of the sun be fully displayed, and my skills will be restored?"
Ye Fan was turning his thoughts, his eyes were still burning, and he seemed to have found the momentum to return to the top.
This allowed him to practice for another half hour, but this time, the color of the sun became darker, as if today's practice had reached its limit.
Ye Fan could only give up the idea of crazy cultivation.
I'll practice some more tomorrow and see if I can confirm my speculation.
After all this work, it was nine o'clock. When they returned to the courtyard, Sun Bufan and the others had finished their breakfast and ran to the front yard to receive patients.
Nangong Youyou and Qian Qian were also running around in Jinzhilin to have fun.
Ye Fan sat alone at the dining table and ate the steamed buns and soy milk that Song Hongyan left for him.
While he was wondering when he would be able to regain his strength, he turned on the TV and watched the news.
Suddenly, the remote control in his hand paused and landed on an international news item.
The news broadcast was about the newly built Sanskrit Medical College.
The college occupies a very large area, has a quiet environment, and the teaching and hospital are integrated into one.
The Vatican Medical College will also be opened as soon as possible, and teaching and treatment will go hand in hand.
The medical school will recruit 10,000 students who aspire to be Sanskrit doctors and will also accept 10,000 mental patients.
It should do its best to solve the plight of mental patients and reduce the burden on society and their families.
Of course, because of the difficulties of psychiatric treatment and teaching, the college will pre-charge fees to incentivize doctors.
The three-year tuition fee for trainees is one million, and the one-year treatment cost for patients is one million.
"Uncle, it's really expensive."
Seeing the cost of the Vatican Medical College, Ye Fan was secretly dumbfounded. One million for one, 20,000 for 20 billion.
The students haven't been taught yet, the patients haven't been treated yet, yet 20 billion has been collected and credited. This method really makes Ye Fan sigh.
Then Ye Fan read the in-depth report of the Sanskrit Medical College.
Although the Vatican Medical College’s fees have attracted criticism, the number of applicants has exceeded the planned quota.
At least 60,000 people signed up to study medicine and treatment.
Some people even went directly to the Vatican Medical College carrying a few sacks of money.
According to the report, everything is ready for the Vatican Medical College, which can accommodate 30,000 people and can be put into operation at any time.
However, the China Medical Alliance has repeatedly made things difficult for me.
Either there is a problem with the fire protection, or the environmental protection standards are not up to standard, or the source of the drugs is unknown.
Recently, the China Medical Alliance also needs guarantees from listed companies, making it impossible for the Vatican Medical College to teach and save people earlier.
The Vatican Medical College calls on the China Medical Alliance and all parties to provide more support and not to let those who are paid to make fire for others feel cold...
"It's interesting."
Although the Vatican Medical College called for support from the China Medical Alliance, Ye Fan could hear the opponent's pressure.
He wondered if this matter was as simple as he saw.
Then Ye Fan smiled again:
"Let listed companies or well-funded institutions provide 100 billion mortgage guarantees to the Vatican Medical College..."
"Yang Yaodong is really tricky when it comes to this problem."
Ye Fan believes that Chinese enterprises or international enterprises worth hundreds of billions will not be foolish enough to pledge their own guarantee.
"Ah, it's bad, I'm going to kill someone, I'm going to kill someone."
At this moment, Ye Fan suddenly heard a scream coming from the front yard.
The voice was still filled with unspeakable panic and fear.
Ye Fan trembled, threw away the chopsticks in his hand and rushed out.
Song Hongyan and the others also ran out of the room.
As soon as Ye Fan arrived at Jin Zhilin's front yard, he saw a panic.
A large number of patients and family members ran around to hide.
Everyone looked panicked and extremely frightened.
There were also a few people shouting: "They're going to kill people, they're going to kill people..."
Several martial arts disciples instantly protected Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
Song Hongyan took a step forward, with a gun in her hand, and her eyes were sharp to protect Ye Fan.
"What's going on? What's going on?"
Ye Fan was slightly stunned at first, and then went up against the flow of people.
Song Hongyan and the others followed closely behind.
"Doctor Ye, hurry, hurry, there is a patient inside who is stabbing someone, hurry."
Several neighbors saw that Ye Fanru had become the backbone, and they all reported to Ye Fan the situation of the medical center.
Ye Fan's face changed drastically when he heard this, and his speed increased. He was worried that the enemy would sneak in and kill people, and he was also worried that his parents would be harmed.
Soon, Ye Fan came to the hall, and his vision suddenly became clear.
I saw a middle-aged man with a bruised nose and swollen face, holding a pair of scissors in his hand.
He also kidnapped Shen Biqin.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he recognized the other party.
It was Gao Jing's father Gao Shanhe.
Gao Shanhe waved his sharp scissors while shouting at Tang Fenghua and the others:
"Get out of here, get out of here."
"If you don't get out of here, I'll kill her."
"Quickly prepare a car and 100,000 in cash for me. I'm going to the Vatican Medical College for treatment."
"I don't want you Jinzhilinglin. I don't want you. I want to go to the Vatican Medical College."
"Give me the car and money quickly, or I'll kill her."
Gao Shanhe looked excited and gestured with the scissors, even touching Shen Biqin's neck several times.
Shen Biqin's face turned pale with fright, but she still pursed her lips and did not scream to stimulate the other party.
Then, Gao Jing stumbled in from the door and begged Gao Shanhe repeatedly:
"Dad, please let go of Doctor Ye's mother. She is a good person. Don't hurt her."
Gao Jing stood in front of the crowd in professional attire, pear blossoms and rain shouted anxiously towards the mountain river:
"You must not hurt her. Please, let go of Mrs. Ye."
"Vatican medical school is too expensive, and it has never been able to cure you."
"Jin Zhilin can cure you, and Dr. Ye can cure you."
Gao Jing kept admonishing Gao Shanhe, and even knelt down and begged, hoping that Gao Shanhe would release him.
Ye Fan's eyelids twitched and he remembered that he asked Gao Jing to bring Gao Shanhe for treatment yesterday.
Unexpectedly, Gao Shanhe was kidnapped yesterday and something like this happened again today.
"I don't care, I'm going to the Sanskrit Medical College for treatment. Give me money and a car."
Gao Shanhe roared: "Otherwise I will kill someone. I tell you, it is not illegal for a mentally ill person to kill someone."
"Okay, I'll give you money and a car."
Ye Fan didn't ask what was going on. He immediately ran out when his mother was in danger.
He also stopped Gao Jing from talking to Tang Fenghua:
"Sister, go get the money quickly, Hongyan, prepare the car."
Ye Fan also shook his head at Heizi and his group who were protecting Jin Zhilin, telling them not to use cold guns to kill people.
Ye Fan even asked someone to stop his father, who was coming back from shopping for groceries, from being impulsive.
Although Jin Zhilin is very big, they don’t have much cash. They just swipe their cards and scan the QR code.
Tang Fenghua found only more than 70,000 yuan in cash.
Ye Fan took it and said, "Mr. Gao, the medical clinic doesn't have much cash, only 70,000. Take it."
"Not enough, not enough. Seventy thousand is not enough for one course of treatment."
Gao Shanhe shouted again: "It must be one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand."
Song Hongyan immediately organized everyone at the scene to gather together.
Eight major doctors, neighbors, and other patients’ families all contributed money.
One minute later, one hundred thousand was collected.
"Mr. Gao, there are one hundred thousand here, take it."
Ye Fan showed the money to Gao Shanhe and then put it into a transparent plastic bag.
Gao Shanhe roared again: "Car, car!"
Song Hongyan threw the car keys over: "Here you go."
She deliberately threw it one meter in front of the mountain river.
After receiving the banknote, Gao Shanhe subconsciously bent forward to pick up the key.
"Swish swish——"
Ye Fan took the opportunity to raise his left hand, and several silver needles flew over.
Gao Shanhe groaned, his neck and knees hurt, and he fell to the ground with an ouch.
The scissors are also gone.
Nangong faintly flashed out, holding a hammer in his hand.
Ye Fan hurriedly shouted: "Youyou stop!"
Nangong Youyou stopped moving.
At this moment, Heizi and the others surged forward, dislocating Gao Shanhe's wrist and jaw with a few clicks.
Then a hand knife fell and hit Gao Shanhe on the back of the head.
Gao Shanhe fainted after making a sound.
The next second, Heizi and the others tied up Gaoshanhe Wuhuada.
