(The protagonist's name Ye Fei was replaced by Ye Fan, please know, and the front will also be replaced.) ）

After being thoroughly clicked by Ye Fan, Zhu Changsheng didn't speak anymore, just leaned on the car and pondered.

There was no doubt that he had something to clarify.

Ye Fan didn't bother him either, and his attention fell on Songjiazhuang in front of him, which was more magnificent than Han Nanhua and Zhu Changsheng's buildings.

It occupies an entire mountain, surrounded by a long and narrow wall, seventy-two buildings, each of which has a considerable area.

The best thing is that in addition to all the living facilities, there is also a temple.

Sanskrit sounds faint, like a fairyland.

More than 1,000 sons and nephews live together, more than 2,000 bodyguards and servants serve them, and there are also three roads, luxury cars, yachts, and helicopters.

The six clans of the Song clan are basically here.

Song Wansan lives in the top building, facing the river, and thousands of sails have passed.

It is also a business card of Nanling, and many tourists will come to the foot of the mountain to check in.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan had to sigh, it was good to be rich, and he somewhat understood why Tang Sanguo wanted to build Genting Mountain.

This kind of condescending does have the feeling of being a king.

When Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng appeared at the Song Villa, the traffic at the door was like a dragon, and dozens of nanny cars or RVs slowly drove in.

The car also has license plates from all over the world, including Yuncheng, Shicheng, Miaocheng, Zhonghai, and Longdu, many of which are dusty.

Zhu Changsheng picked up the phone and asked, and then smiled at Ye Fan:

"The Song family offered a reward of 10 billion, begging famous doctors to treat Song Wansan. ”

His tone was playful: "So all the people who are a little famous have come over, and they have brought teams and equipment, and even Hua Qingfeng from Longdu has come out of the mountain." ”

"Ten billion?"

Ye Fan was surprised: "This is too big." ”

Although Ye Fan took 20 billion US dollars from Huo Zhugua, it was the other party's last resort.

Like the Song family, Ye Fan has seen a reward of tens of billions of dollars if he smashes it, and it is the first time he has seen it, so it is no wonder that famous doctors from all over the world rushed over.

At the same time, Ye Fan showed a hint of surprise, how could Song Jinyu offer a reward to treat Song Wansan like this?

It stands to reason that he should delay as much as possible until Song Wansan dies.

However, Ye Fan didn't make a sound, just waited and watched.

Seeing Zhu Changsheng's car, the Song family guards immediately went to report.

It didn't take long for a group of men and women in gorgeous clothes to greet them.

The leader was a white-haired man, with a thin body and a little hunchbacked, but he walked with a tiger's style, and it could be seen that he was a vigorous and resolute person.

Zhu Changsheng whispered to Ye Fan: "Song Jinyu." ”

"Mr. Zhu, you are here, and you are not welcome. ”

Song Jinyu strode up to greet the meteor, and his smile was indescribably bright:

"The old man is seriously ill and bedridden, and he can't meet him from afar, so please bear with me. ”

He also glanced at Ye Fan and a few doctors, and his expression was eager to see the slightest bit of the city.

Zhu Changsheng took Ye Fan to get out of the car, held Song Jinyu's hand and smiled: "I heard that the Song family is offering a reward of 10 billion, so I will take the medical team to join in the fun." ”

Without a trace, he made sense of purpose.

Mr. Zhu smiled. ”

Song Jinyu laughed heartily: "The Zhu family is one of the five wealthy families in Shenzhou, how can a mere 10 billion yuan enter Mr. Zhu's eyes?"

"Mr. Zhu came with a medical team, and he can only say that the old man has a good friend, and Nanling has a good parent. ”

Song Jinyu also didn't leak, and then shook hands with Ye Fan and others one by one, shouting very sincerely that everyone had worked hard.

"I was also seriously ill a few days ago, but I was cured by this medical team. ”

Zhu Changsheng smiled warmly: "Now that I hear that Mr. Song is seriously ill, I will take them over to have a look, hoping to help a little." ”

"After all, I have been in a relationship with Mr. Song for many years, and the Song family has been of great help to me. ”

He sighed with emotion: "If I don't do my best, I will be ashamed of my friendship over the years." ”

"Mr. Zhu is polite, you have this heart, the old man and the Song family are very grateful. ”

Song Jinyu tilted his hand slightly: "Please, please inside, today the divine doctors from all over the country are consulted, the old man is flying to the pavilion, he must be very happy to see you." ”

Zhu Changsheng smiled: "Let's go." ”

Under the personal guidance of Song Jinyu, Ye Fan and the others quickly went up to the top of the mountain in a patrol car, and then walked into a Feilai Pavilion covering an area of nearly 1,000 square meters.

Feilai Pavilion stands on the top of the mountain, still leans against the edge of the cliff, pushes the window to see, it is the vast river, and then in the distance, it is the first bridge of Nanling.

The view is superb.

When Ye Fan walked into the hall, he found that in addition to more than a dozen bodyguards and servants, there were also dozens of well-known doctors from all over the world.

On the innermost side of the hall, there is a wooden bed made of yellow pear, and a quilt is spread out on the bed, on which lies a frail old man in Tang costume.

The old man looked seventy years old, his face was yellow and thin, not only his cheeks were shriveled and dull, his eye sockets were sunken, and his arms were as thin as bamboo poles.

is 1.8 meters tall, and it looks like he is only 100 pounds, which shows that his body is seriously damaged.

There are also many advanced medical instruments around him, and the flashing light monitors his body index.

Obviously, this is Song Wansan.

At this moment, dozens of doctors were lining up to check Song Wansan's pulse or examination.

Next to Song Wansan, there was also an old man in gray and a middle-aged fat woman.

The old man in gray was thin and small, with age spots on his face.

While looking at Song Wansan's condition, he apologized to the diagnostician:

"I'm really sorry, Chen Jishi is incompetent, I have alarmed you. ”

Obviously, he is Chen Jishi, the royal doctor of the Song family.

And the fat woman wore a mask without saying a word, as wooden as a piece of wood, and it was not noticeable, but Ye Fan felt that she exuded a coldness.

"But in order not to waste everyone's time, I'll show you the intuitive situation of Song Lao first. ”

When Ye Fan was curious, Chen Jishi grabbed Song Wansan's left hand again and carefully lifted his sleeve.

Dozens of doctors were unimpressed at first, but at first glance they were in an uproar.

Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng's eyelids jumped when they saw it.

I saw Song Wansan's left arm, and there was an unforgettable tragic image.

There are dozens of scars scratched on it, staggered horizontally and vertically, of different shades, but all with a fierceness, and there are three points into the flesh.

Shocked.

Judging by the degree of scars, these scars are all left in the past few months, and some of them have just scabbed.

What kind of pain or stress does it have to be for someone to be so self-harming?

Seeing this condition, thirty-five doctors instantly withdrew twenty people.

Although the remaining fifteen people were still in line, their faces were less arrogant than half, and they asked Chen Jishi about the diagnosis of Song Wansan at the same time.

See if you miss anything from your diagnosis.

Chen Jishi also answered them one by one, and also took out the medical logs of these days to share.

Ye Fan didn't listen to him much, but stared at Chen Jishi and pondered.

"Dad, Mr. Zhu......"

Song Jinyu was about to step forward to inform the old man of Zhu Changsheng's arrival, but Zhu Changsheng gently stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

Zhu Changsheng said lightly: "Don't engage in those cumbersome etiquette, let the doctor treat the old man first." ”

Song Jinyu nodded lightly: "Mr. Zhu has a heart." ”

Zhu Changsheng looked at an old man with a crane hair and a childish face in front of him again:

"I didn't expect Doctor Hua to come, it seems that he has been collecting the mountain for ten years. ”

Hua Shenyi looks like he is eighty years old, wearing a long shirt, wearing a hat, and his body is filled with a faint fragrance of medicine, which is very immortal.

In the past, the top famous doctor in Longdu, Hua Qingfeng.

"It's been twelve years. ”

Song Jinyu smiled: "My father has a little friendship with Dr. Hua, and he just learned a set of lost acupuncture methods, and he went out of the mountain under my begging. ”

Zhu Changsheng put his hands behind his back and spoke: "With his old man's move, Mr. Song will definitely be able to turn evil into good luck this time." ”

"There is a Chinese divine doctor today, I don't think I need you, but I'm here, let's put the icing on the cake." ”

He waved his hand at Ye Fan and them.

Ye Fan moved his footsteps and joined the team with a few doctors.

Fifteen doctors, two people went up to check at a time, and Ye Fan waited for a while before standing in front of Song Wansan.

The last batch to check was Hua Qingfeng and others, and I saw Hua Qingfeng frowning and checking his pulse, while asking Chen Jishi about other situations.

Chen Jishi responded respectfully to his questions.

After a full fifteen minutes, Hua Qingfeng got up and left.

Although Song Wansan was dying, he still had a trace of consciousness, so when the doctor greeted him, he also bowed his head slightly, and occasionally said thank you.

Chen Jishi also served him wholeheartedly.

The middle-aged fat woman never moved, just lowered her head, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

When it was Ye Fan's turn, he pretended to let the Western doctor record the situation of the instrument, and then gave Song Wansan a pulse without attracting attention.

In just a few seconds, Ye Fan's face changed slightly, and his gaze became incredible.

He lowered his head and stared at Song Wansan.

Song Wansan didn't speak, just opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Ye Fan motionlessly......

Those eyes are like an abyss, unfathomable......