Although Ye Zihao didn't say it explicitly, the implication was very obvious.
As a miracle doctor, Ye Zihao can treat people for free, but he has no good intentions when dealing with his enemies.
No money! I won’t go to the clinic!
Hearing that Ye Zihao wanted another huge medical fee, Qian Baolai had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Don't worry! I'll ask someone to transfer 5 million to you shortly."
"Haha! Mr. Qian is really generous!"
"snort!"
Qian Baolai snorted coldly and hung up the phone.
At this time, he called his eldest son Qian Longsheng in.
"Long Sheng! You ask the finance department to transfer 5 million to Ye Zihao." Qian Baolai gave instructions and said.
"Dad! What is this 5 million...?"
Qian Longsheng asked knowingly.
"He's treating your brother! Hurry up and call someone for treatment! Your brother's condition is starting to get worse."
Qian Baolai's eyebrows revealed a hint of worry.
This was originally a father's concern for his son, but in Qian Longsheng's eyes, something was wrong.
Because Zhou Tong once said that his father intended to make his second brother the head of the Qian family. He didn't believe it at first, but now it seems that this possibility is becoming more and more likely.
If he did not intend to make his second brother the head of the family, why did his father spend so much money to treat him? He had already spent 5 million, and now he is spending another 5 million. What does this mean?
However, Qian Longsheng is a very scheming person.
Although he felt unhappy, his expression didn't show it at all.
Seeing that he was very serious and obedient, he nodded and said: "Father! Don't worry, I will call someone to take care of it right away. We must take care of my second brother's illness."
"Well! Thank you for your hard work!"
"It's not hard work!"
Qian Longsheng shook his head, then turned and left. The moment he turned around, the caring feeling just now disappeared and was replaced by a gloomy expression.
There is even a hint of hatred.
…
soon!
Ye Zihao received 5 million in medical fees, and he told Qian Baolai that he would go to Qian's house around 8 o'clock tonight.
That night!
Ye Zihao drove an Audi Q7 to Qian's house.
At this time, Qian Baolai was already waiting at home.
"Are you finally here?"
Qian Baolai had a serious look on his face. If he hadn't asked Ye Zihao for help, he would have driven this person out.
"Haha! There was a traffic jam on the road just now, so I kept Mr. Qian waiting for a long time, haha!"
Although Ye Zihao said this, there was no trace of guilt on his face.
"Let's go inside!"
After that, Qian Baolai turned around and left, and then led Ye Zihao into the villa.
soon!
He led Ye Zihao to Qian Quan's room.
Upon entering the room, Qian Quan was lying on the bed with a haggard, pale face and chapped lips.
Since his body cannot move, he can only rely on nutrient solution to maintain his life.
"Master Qian! I said last time that Qian Quan's disease requires 4 courses of treatment. Now he has only received one course of treatment. How can it be so fast?"
Ye Zihao shrugged, spread his hands and said.
"Can four courses of treatment really cure my son's disease?" Qian Baolai asked doubtfully.
"Of course! You don't want to see who I am?" Ye Zihao smiled, but added something in his heart: It doesn't cost money anyway! Hehe!
"Okay then! I believe you!"
Qian Baolai had a solemn expression, but secretly made up his mind to kill Ye Zihao when his son's condition was cured.
After a while!
Ye Zihao asked Qian Quan to unbutton his shirt, and saw that he took out an exquisite brocade box from his body, pinched it with his fingers, and gently pinched a silver needle as thin as a hair.
"Master Qian! You can go out! During my acupuncture process, no outsiders are allowed to enter. Do you understand?"
Ye Zihao gave instructions and said.
"Um!"
Qian Baolai didn't dare to have any objections, and then led people out of the room.
After leaving the room, Qian Baolai looked worried, but his expression all fell into Qian Longsheng's eyes.
Qian Longsheng was a very suspicious person. The more his father was like this, the more he believed in Zhou Tong's reminder.
My father intends to make his second brother the head of the Qian family!
…
About an hour later, Ye Zihao finished the acupuncture and called Qian Baolai to come back.
After learning that the acupuncture was finished, Qian Baolai hurried in and saw Qian Quan's complexion on the bed obviously improved a lot, at least he was a little energetic.
"dad……!"
Qian Quan let out a soundless cry, then slowly propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed.
And his action made Qian Baolai extremely excited.
"That's... great! Son, you... you finally regained some strength." Qian Baolai excitedly grabbed his son's hand.
At this time, Qian Longsheng's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, as if he hated the scene before him.
Forehead?
Ye Zihao frowned, and Qian Longsheng's strange look made him confused.
Could it be that...Qian Quan's condition has improved and he is not happy?
Ye Zihao thought so in his heart.
However, he didn't care so much. After all, this was just a family matter, and he, an outsider, couldn't care so much.
The key is to make money!
"Mr. Qian! Your son's condition has improved. After two more courses of treatment, the condition will be completely improved."
Ye Zihao said.
"When will the next course of treatment start?" Qian Baolai asked. He was eager to get his son's condition better quickly.
"There's no rush! I'll prescribe some medicines for him, and you can just boil them for him as requested."
Ye Zihao shook his head and said.
Soon, Ye Zihao wrote a prescription by hand, briefly explained a few words, and left.
"Long Sheng! Go get the medicine!" Qian Baolai gave instructions and said.
"OK!"
Qian Longsheng was deeply in the city and felt very unwilling in his heart, but there was no sign of it on his face.
Soon, he took the prescription and left the room.
Before he left, he heard Qian Baolai say very distressedly behind him, "Son! Get well soon. Dad has many things for you to take charge of."
At this time, Qian Longsheng paused for a moment, clenched his fists, and then quickly released them.
He could be seen touching the frame of his glasses with his fingers, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, with a very weird smile.
gloomy!
insidious!
And a hint of hatred!
…
That night!
Feeling confused and unhappy, Qian Longsheng went to the bar to drink alone.
At this time, a scantily clad woman came over and struck up a conversation: "Handsome man! Can you buy me a drink?"
"roll!"
Qian Longsheng didn't even raise his head, and then scolded the woman, who was so frightened that she left in despair.
"Oh shit!"
Qian Longsheng gritted his teeth, poured a glass of foreign wine, raised his head and drank it with his mouth open.
"Gulu!"
He drank a glass of foreign wine directly. After drinking several glasses, he felt a little drunk.
He opened his arms and lay directly on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with blurred eyes.
At this time, Qian Longsheng seemed to see someone approaching and thought it was the women who were chatting with him.
So, without even looking at him, he directly reprimanded, "Don't bother me! Get out of here!"
But at this time, the other party smiled and said, "Long Sheng! Drinking here alone?"