When Qi Wuji slapped Qi Heng, Ye Fan was writing a prescription for Qi Heng downstairs.
"You not only healed him, but also apologized to him. He was not satisfied with it, and even scolded you and shot you with a gun. You have enough reason to let go."
"Mr. Qi won't say anything."
Wei Hongchao leaned to the side and watched Ye Fan write the name of the medicine: "Why are you still writing the prescription for him?"
"I really don't want Qi Heng to get better soon and cause trouble for myself."
Ye Fan nonchalantly wrote down the medication precautions: "I came here today just for show."
"But that doesn't mean I won't treat him."
"I have already given Mr. Qi some face, but I can still make him owe you one more favor."
"Think about it, I was driven away by Qi Heng with a gun, and I was still thinking about his condition, and even prescribed medicine for him regardless of my previous suspicions. How warm and heartwarming would this spread?"
"Does Qi Wuji owe me a favor?"
Ye Fan smiled: "If the Qi family comes to plot against me in the future, will I be scolded by the Chinese people as a white-eyed wolf?"
"You are really shameless. You treat a disease and even eat it, and make an old fox like Mr. Qi pay so much."
Wei Hongchao was stunned for a moment, feeling that the script was so familiar. Then he realized that it had happened to him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, and then changed the topic:
"Your method of repaying evil with kindness is indeed effective. Qi Wuji and the Qi family will indeed not dare to attack you again in the future."
"But Qi Heng is much more troublesome than me. He doesn't care about your kindness or not. He will kill you when he finds an opportunity."
He reminded: "Reputation and morality do not exist for Qi Heng."
"That's why I have to give him a prescription."
Ye Fan put the prescription into Wei Hongchao's hand:
"If I don't give him a prescription, what if Qi Lao pulls his old face and asks other famous doctors to cure Qi Heng, wouldn't I be in a lot of trouble?"
There was a glint in his eyes: "So prescribing Qi Heng's medicine also blocks the way for others to treat him."
Wei Hongchao was stunned and lowered his voice: "This recipe..."
"There is nothing wrong with the prescription. It can also relieve Qi Heng's angina and help him recover bit by bit, but it will take at least a year for him to fully recover."
Ye Fan said calmly: "Qi Heng, who has been resting in a hospital bed or at home for a year, will no longer have the anger of a knife."
He still hasn't said a word. In a year, he might have killed Qi Heng long ago.
Wei Hongchao nodded: "Understood."
"Give the prescription to Mr. Qi for me. Just say that you begged me to prescribe it."
Ye Fan turned around and walked towards the hospital door: "I'm going back to Jin Zhilin first."
Wei Hongchao was startled for a moment, then smiled, this bastard is really good at being a good person, and he never forgets to share some benefits for himself even with every prescription.
There was an invisible hint of gratitude in his heart...
"Ye Fan!"
When Ye Fan walked out of the hospital lobby and was about to call a taxi to Jinzhilin, a red BMW stopped next to Ye Fan.
With the car window down, Ye Fan could clearly see his pretty face, delicate and fair, warm and fragrant, wearing sunglasses, beautiful and fashionable.
Especially the faint hint of snow-white on the heart, it is easy for a man's eyes to fall into it.
It was Chen Qingyan.
She grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and put the other hand on the car window. She looked at Ye Fan and smiled:
"Get in the car and chat for a while?"
That casualness and calmness made people feel like she had a close relationship with Mark.
Ye Fan put his hands on the edge of the car window and smiled:
"Madam, we seem to be enemies. When did we become friends who can chat in the car?"
He stabbed Ye Jinfeng in half with his chopsticks and made a big fuss at the Jin Yuan Club, thus forming a feud with Chen Qingyan.
Therefore, facing the woman's gentleness like the spring breeze, Ye Fan instinctively felt wary, worried that she might stab him unknowingly.
Chen Qingyan sneered: "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
Ye Fan smiled: "No, I was worried that I would accidentally hit my wife again."
"Stop talking nonsense, do you dare to get in the car?"
Chen Qingyan was also very straightforward: "If you don't dare to get in the car, I will leave."
"Okay, Madam is not afraid of danger, so I have no reason to shrink back."
Ye Fanrao went to the passenger seat and opened the door, then got in and fastened his seat belt.
He simply wanted to see what tricks this woman was playing.
"Woo——"
When Ye Fan finished his thoughts, Chen Qingyan stepped on the accelerator and drove towards Baocheng Airport.
Ye Fan glanced at the woman and asked: "Madam, tell me, what are you talking to me about?"
Chen Qingyan got straight to the point: "I heard that you have a good relationship with Ye Zhendong?"
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly and said with a smile: "The friendship between uncle and nephew is not as good as the friendship between life and death, Madam."
Chen Qingyan's pretty face changed slightly.
On the surface, Ye Fan's words were praising her for having a life-long friendship with Ye Zhendong, but in reality, they were mocking her for being ungrateful and abandoning the person who had fought for her through life and death.
"Doctor Ye, you are considered a person. It is best not to take what you hear from hearsay seriously."
Chen Qingyan's red lips parted: "The grievances and grievances between me and Ye Zhendong are hard for even our clients to explain clearly. Why are you, an outsider, meddling in it?"
As she spoke, she exerted a little force on her right foot, and her fair skin tightened invisibly, making her thighs look particularly strong.
Ye Fan almost wanted to go up and touch it, but he still resisted his reflexive hand.
"I don't want to get involved in your old memories, but I also don't want Uncle Dong to be hurt again."
"He has been in a wheelchair for more than 20 years and suffered more than 8,000 days and nights. Now he finally stood up and became the head of the 16th Department."
"The next few decades will be Uncle Dong's time to shine. I don't want him to fall in the same pit."
He leaned on his seat and said softly: "It's enough for a person to make one mistake in his life."
"Ye Fan, what do you mean? It's like I want to harm Ye Zhendong?"
Chen Qingyan's pretty face had a hint of chill: "I feel guilty for him. I feel guilty that he has paid so much for me, not that I have hurt him."
"Actually, I really loved him and admired him. I even thought about giving birth to a child for him, hoping that the child I would give birth to would be as brave and invincible as him."
"It's a pity that life is not about fighting and killing, it also requires humaneness and sophistication."
"Women are even less likely to be immersed in chaos and chaos all the time. They also need flowers, fine wine, luxury cars, jewelry, friends, and a circle."
"I have tried to get Ye Zhendong to join me more than once, but every effort was in vain."
"In his eyes, eating a steak with me with a knife and fork is not as satisfying as eating a few steamed buns."
"I asked him to watch a foreign-language movie with me. For him, it would be better to practice boxing."
"I yearn for a prosperous life, but he stares at the dangerous mountains and ridges. I want to enjoy a life of luxury, but he is happy with the war-torn land."
"Do you think we are people from two different worlds?"
"It's not the same world anymore. Isn't it normal and inevitable to be separated?"
Chen Qingyan's tone was a little lonely:
"Don't say anything about me worshiping money. What woman doesn't want to look more glamorous?"
