"Jiang Chunlin, what's going on?" Wen Yu came to Jiang Chunlin and asked!
"Huh? You are about to be sued in a military court, and you are still so arrogant. As for Mr. Zhou, you are dead this time. If you still pretend to be like me, I will kick you to death!"
Wen Yu said, raised his legs and kicked him with both feet.
Jiang Chunlin and him were classmates a long time ago!
However, the relationship between the two is almost that of enemies.
And now, Jiang Chunlin is trying to shame him, so Wen Yu will not be polite!
But immediately, Wen Yu took out his mobile phone.
"When did a genius who was around 20 years old appear in our traditional Chinese medicine community? Have you heard of it?" Wen Yu asked directly in the group.
Now, he really wants to know the details of Zhang Fan.
"??? Wenyu, are you kidding me? Who of today's young people is willing to learn Chinese medicine? If we want to be successful in this field, seven or eight years will be like playing.
In our field of traditional Chinese medicine, we haven’t had any outstanding newcomers for a long, long time.”
"Yes, you don't know what our traditional Chinese medicine community is like. Many of us have transformed into modern medicine."
Looking at these replies, Wen Yu felt a lot better.
It seems it’s not my fault!
At least, there are so many people cooking with me!
Putting away his cell phone, Wen Yu also quickly led someone to check it with Guo Xin and the others.
Guo Xin and these old men can't have any more problems.
Although Guo Xin and the others have a professional medical team, if Guo Xin and the others fall ill, the final medical treatment will still fall on them.
You know, Guo Xin's status is quite high.
And since we are old, once we get sick, it will be difficult to recover!
If something goes wrong during the treatment process, they will be punished.
Therefore, Wen Yu did not dare to be careless at all.
Ten minutes later, the people on the medical team were shocked.
No, to be precise, I was scared to death.
The health of a group of old men is very bad!
"Fuck, what's going on with those bastards? Why are Mr. Guo and the others in such bad health?" Wen Yu scolded her directly.
Hydroarthrosis, lung shadows, cerebral thrombosis, etc., made his scalp numb!
"Xiao Wen, this is an old problem. It's nothing to make a fuss about. Just take medicine and you'll be fine." Guo Xin and others didn't really care about their physical condition.
At such an age, who hasn’t gotten sick yet?
Live a day, earn a day!
Still want to live a long life? Come on!
"Mr. Guo, you can't say that. Look at you, the shadow on your lungs is a big problem. Maybe it's lung cancer!
Cancer!
Mr. Wang also has hydroarthritis in his joints. If this is not treated properly, he will not be able to stand anymore.
Mr. Liu's blood sugar is so high, it can kill someone."
Wen Yu's mentality collapsed.
These problems, once they break out, are big problems.
Moreover, they are all fatal questions.
Are Jiang Chunlin's group of people just waiting to die?
"Hurry up and contact Mr. Guo and the people from the family medical team and ask them all to come here!" Wen Yu was really angry.
At the same time, Wen Yu immediately got out of the car, came to Yanagawa Asahi, and talked about the old men's current physical condition.
Hearing this report, Yanagawa Asahi's nerves became tense.
"Fuck, those bastards, do you want to die?"
"It's just a minor problem. Just adjust it. Don't get excited!" Zhang Fan held an iced watermelon in his hand and ate it with a spoon.
!!!
Wen Yu's mentality jumped again.
Small problem?
Just adjust it and it'll be fine?
If it weren't for the silver needle on Mr. Zhou's head, I would beat you to death right now!
Let alone talk about it, who dares to say that these old problems among these old men are just minor problems?
Once it worsens, everything will be fatal.
Why the hell are you still eating! Just a whole roast duck, and now a seven or eight pound watermelon! Why don’t you hold your head to the ground!
At this time, Ouyang Feng walked over with a bag and two bodyguards holding wooden boxes!
"Your clothes!" Ouyang Feng threw the clothes to Zhang Fan, and then said: "I have got all the medicinal materials you asked for. Each medicinal material is a double portion!"
It concerns the veteran of the National Shield Bureau, and Ouyang Feng does not dare to neglect it.
"OK!" Zhang Fan stuffed the watermelon into Ouyang Feng's hand, carried the clothes and went upstairs!
"Hey, why are you going?" Wen Yu asked!
The medicinal materials have arrived, so you should treat it quickly.
"What's the hurry? Let's take a shower first." Zhang Fan said.
Wen Yu's fists were clenched. Are you still taking a shower at this time?
I'm so convinced!
But the next moment, Wen Yu also started to check the medicinal materials!
But soon, Wen Yu became furious again!
"How come some of the medicinal materials are highly toxic? Are you trying to save people or kill people?"
If it's something slightly poisonous, he can still accept it!
Can this person touch highly poisonous things?
Ten minutes later, when Zhang Fan came downstairs, Wen Yu immediately pounced on him and kept nagging at Zhang Fan's side.
However, the next moment, Wen Yu's body went limp and he lay directly on the ground. Like Jiang Chunlin, he couldn't move at all!
"You talk a lot, so shut up! You can do it!" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, twisted the wooden box, and went directly to the kitchen!
Make medicine!
Five furnaces in total!
Two furnaces of ointment!
Three potions!
Seeing Zhang Fan slowly handling the medicinal materials, the people on the medical team were all anxious!
How long has this been going on? Mr. Zhou is still lying down.
However, they didn't dare to say anything because Wenxuan had already been beaten. They kept insisting that this was not courting death.
They saw Zhang Fan's bloody clothes before.
This is not a scumbag.
Moreover, Yanagawa Asahi's attitude towards Zhang Fan also frightened them.
Therefore, a group of people can only stare at each other and feel worried.
Night falls!
When Zhang Fan poured out all the ointments and potions, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhang Fan also had no ink marks and went straight to Mr. Zhou.
Give medicine!
Pull out the needle!
Apply ointment!
Dip the medicine into the needle again!
Pull out the needle!
Apply ointment!
Give medicine!
Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan clapped his hands: "Done, go home and sleep!"
With that said, Zhang Fan turned around and left.
Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.
Especially the people on the medical team, that’s called a fool!
Is this the end?
Damn it! Where are you playing?
Ten minutes, only ten minutes!
Mr. Zhou, it’s intracranial hemorrhage!
Is this the end?
Are you kidding me?
Looking at Zhang Fan's back, Yanagawa Asahi's face twitched.