Zhao Yujie's classmates subconsciously distanced themselves from him, each made excuses and left one after another, and the party ended without any success.
"You bastard, if you don't say anything about it, you'll just wait to see my joke, right?"
Zhao Yujie felt resentful in his heart: "I don't believe that you, a poor boy from a ravine, can change the world. Just wait for me."
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Arriving at the hospital, Huang Shiya finally couldn't help but ask: "Can it be cured?"
She could see clearly that as the provincial secretary-general and the chief steward of the provincial party committee, Chen Dongshan was inferior to a few people and superior to tens of thousands of people. Now he was begging Yang Yifei in a low voice, just to treat the old man of the Chen family. He could be cured.
Okay, naturally everyone is happy. If it can't be cured, no matter how low their posture is now, how cruel the retaliation will be later.
Yang Yifei smiled faintly: "Don't worry."
During the day, he had already seen that Chen Boyang was critically ill. The disease was only one aspect of his illness. In fact, the bigger reason was that his internal organs were failing and his end was near.
But none of this is a problem. In front of the elixir of the immortal world, as long as you still have a breath, you can save yourself.
Many people from the Chen family gathered around the door of the ward. When they saw the young man who made such nonsense during the day, they all looked very unhappy.
"Mr. Li can't cure it, so what can he do?"
"That's right, it was just a coincidence during the day."
"Let him come, but it will only disgrace our Chen family. It will make people look at it as a joke and think that there is nothing we can do..."
No one said it in front of Yang Yifei, but low cynicism kept coming, and Yang Yifei frowned and stopped.
Chen Dongshan's face darkened: "It was my idea to invite Mr. Yang to come. Do you have any objections?"
It suddenly became quiet.
A person stood up, it was the woman who had been by the bedside during the day, and said loudly: "If you are really capable and can cure grandpa's disease, we will agree to any conditions. If you can't cure it, but it will delay the disease, why?"
manage?"
Everyone stared at Yang Yifei, even Chen Dongshan said nothing, wanting to hear what Yang Yifei had to say.
Yang Yifei glanced at her lightly: "Love can't cure it."
Just so domineering!
The Chen family was speechless. Chen Dongshan coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Yang, please come in."
Yang Yifei followed Chen Dongshan into the ward, while Huang Shiya stayed outside. Looking at the Chen family whose faces were red with anger, they thought they deserved it. It was you who begged others, not others who begged you.
There was a person standing in front of the hospital bed, it was Li Deren. When he saw Yang Yifei coming in, he said ashamedly: "Sir..."
Yang Yifei waved his hand: "The last bet was just casual, Mr. Li doesn't need to worry about it."
Li Deren felt even more ashamed and quickly stepped aside to let Yang Yifei check.
Chen Dongshan had no choice but to go out of his way to invite Yang Yifei. Li Deren has been responsible for Chen Boyang's medical care, and all possible means have been exhausted, otherwise the fake death incident in the morning would not have happened.
Now is a critical moment for the Chen family. The three sons of the Chen family are in military, political and business affairs respectively. Although their positions are high but unstable, they still need the old man to control and steer the ship. If Chen Boyang passes away now, the entire Chen family will lose its backbone, and it won’t be long before they are attacked by political enemies.
counterattack.
When it comes to treating diseases, Yang Yifei actually doesn't know much about it, but he can't bear it. He has millions of years of memory of the Immortal Lord of Creation. What diseases can't be cured by the elixirs in the world of immortality?
Chen Boyang had already passed out and his breath was weak. After just one glance, Yang Yifei said: "Mr. Chen is too old. It would be easier to treat him if he were younger."
Li Deren nodded quickly. As he is older, many treatment methods cannot be used. If not, he would have been cured long ago.
"That's all, we are destined to meet each other, so I'll just prescribe some medicine."
Yang Yifei stretched out his hand, and Li Deren quickly handed over the paper and pen. With a respectful expression, Yang Yifei said, "Mr. Li, you don't have to be like this."
Li Deren firmly disagreed and said: "There are priorities."
Yang Yifei said no more. With a stroke of his pen, he wrote out a prescription for elixir and handed it to Chen Dongshan, saying: "Follow this prescription to prepare the medicine."
Chen Dongshan took the prescription and was dubious.
Yang Yifei thought for a while and said: "That's okay. It will take a lot of time to find medicinal materials. I will treat Mr. Chen first and stabilize him."
With his fingers moving like the wind, he made more than a hundred dots on Chen Boyang's body, like a butterfly piercing a flower. It was obviously a cure, but it was like art. Li Deren was so mesmerized by the sight that he shouted: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, the nurse who had been staring at the heart and brain equipment suddenly shouted: "There is a fluctuation, there is a fluctuation."
Looking at the hospital bed again, Chen Boyang's eyelids were trembling. After trying hard for a long time, he finally slowly opened them a crack.
Chen Dongshan rushed to the bedside and said excitedly: "Dad, what do you think?"
Chen Boyang stared at it for a long time with his turbid old eyes, and then said: "I'm not dead yet."
Chen Dongshan said: "Mr. Yang saved you again."
Only then did Chen Boyang see Yang Yifei standing aside, and he forced a smile: "I'm sorry to trouble you, Mr. Yang. Dongshan, entertain Mr. Yang for me."
Chen Dongshan said: "Dad, don't worry, I will entertain Mr. Yang."
Chen Boyang nodded, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Li Deren said: "Secretary-General, are you going to get some medicine now?"
Chen Dongshan no longer had any doubts: "Yes, yes. Someone is coming."
Chen Dongshan ordered people to get the medicine and said to Yang Yifei: "It will take some time to get the medicine back. I have asked someone to arrange dinner. If Mr. Yang doesn't mind, can we go to dinner together?"
Yang Yifei nodded and said: "That's fine."
After a tiring day, he was also hungry, so he went to the hotel with Chen Dongshan for dinner. Although there were only a few of them, more than thirty dishes were served, and each dish was so exquisite that one meal would cost ten people.
Ten thousand.
Chen Dongshan looked at it secretly and found that Yang Yifei's face was indifferent. It seemed that it was commonplace. No matter what kind of dishes he tasted, it was not unusual. He was secretly surprised and couldn't figure out the identity of this young man dressed in shabby clothes.
If he knew that some people had memories of eating dragon liver, phoenix gallbladder, and all kinds of delicacies that they had never heard of before, he wouldn't be surprised.
However, Huang Penghui was extremely excited, and there were not many opportunities to have dinner with the Secretary-General of the Provincial Party Committee.
In addition to the three of them, there were two others, one was Huang Shiya, and the other was the woman who questioned Yang Yifei.
Only now did Yang Yifei know that her name was Chen Yanfei, the daughter of Chen Dongshan's third brother, and Chen Boyang's most beloved granddaughter.
Chen Yanfei picked up the wine glass and said, "I have offended many people today. Please forgive me, Mr. Yang."
He raised his head and drank it in one gulp.
Yang Yifei nodded: "Ms. Chen is also an anxious old man, which is understandable."
Chen Yanfei said: "Thank you so much, Mr. Yang. I wonder how long it will take to cure my grandfather?"
Yang Yifei said: "As long as you find the right medicine, a pair will be enough."
"Just one pair?"
The four people sitting here were shocked. Chen Boyang was obviously terminally ill and had exhausted all possible means. All the doctors confirmed that his final date was within a few days. Yang Yifei actually said that a single dose of medicine would make him cured?
"Ahem." Huang Penghui coughed and said as if unintentionally: "Yifei, don't speak too arrogantly, be humble."
Chen Dongshan also said: "The old man has been ill for many years. Don't worry, you can take your time, as long as it's not life-threatening."
Yang Yifei smiled, picked up the wine glass and drank slowly.
When the elixir is refined, they will know how the elixir in the world of immortality will exceed their imagination.
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