Zheng Qiankun originally didn't care.

Although Ye Fan's medical skills have a good reputation, he still trusts the instrument data more, which is the real quantification of the condition.

But Ye Fan just stretched out his hand to check the pulse, told him about the situation, and pointed out the unknown injuries, Zheng Qiankun couldn't stop being shocked.

You must know that the knife wound in the abdominal cavity has been more than ten years, and it was left by a mercenary with a military stab, and few people know about it at all.

But Ye Fan said it in one mouth, and clearly pointed out his pain over the years.

The wound torn out by the military thorn was too large and too deep, and he was eager to work and make meritorious service back then, so the injury was not well treated and then went to the line of fire, and the result was the root of the disease.

As soon as winter came, the wound stinged as if it had been torn open again.

The scar was also red countless times, so that Zheng Qiankun would take half a month to return to normal.

He also checked, but he didn't find any major problems, and now that Ye Fan said it, he narrowed his eyes:

"Dr. Ye is really a miracle doctor, and he can diagnose my condition with a pulse. ”

"It's just that this little trauma shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

He didn't smile: "Doctor Ye said that I will grow grass on my grave next year, is he trying to deliberately intimidate me?"

As he spoke, his eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Ye Fan's expression, trying to judge whether he was scaring himself.

It's just that Ye Fan didn't have the slightest wave on his face:

"Winter is here again, and it won't be long before your wounds will swell and shrink again, and then you will know if I am scaring you. ”

He picked up a piece of paper and tore it with a thud, then glued it to it, then tore it again, and then glued it again, and tore it again......

So repeatedly, when glued again, the white paper was already broken, and it was still soft, and it couldn't be glued well.

Zheng Qiankun's eyelids jumped:

"You mean the muscles on both sides of my wound are as shattered as this blank piece of paper?"

He didn't want to believe it, but the thought of the pain from the wound continuing for more and more days made his heart solemn again.

"Almost!"

Ye Fan said lightly:

"Of course, the most important thing is that you are old, and neither hematopoiesis nor healing speed is as fast as before. ”

"If you tear this wound a few more times this winter, there is a high probability that it will not heal again, and it will easily crack if you forcibly suture it. ”

"When you get a new wound, it's still the kind that can't heal and stitch up. ”

"Say, is your grave grass going to grow?"

At this time, Ye Fan poured a cup of tea for Zheng Qiankun to show his kindness.

Zheng Qiankun held the cup, and a glint flashed in his eyes:

"If it were to be treated, how would Dr. Ye treat it?"

When he said this, his eyes were still locked on Ye Fan, wanting to see something from his face.

"It's simple. ”

"While the flesh still has a little healing ability, take the initiative to cut the wound, remove the rotten flesh left over the years, and then apply trauma medicine. ”

Ye Fan calmly met Zheng Qiankun's gaze:

"Then the wound was completely healed inside and out by artificial sutures, and finally drank Chinese medicine to slowly recuperate. ”

In this way, as long as your wound is not torn by brute force in the future, it will no longer open from time to time, and you will not have to face life and death. ”

"Of course, there is a premise here, that is, the wound medicine must reach six stars, otherwise it will be difficult to heal the wounds left by the military stab. ”

After finishing speaking, Ye Fan leaned back in his chair: "Mr. Zheng can think about it." ”

"Cutting, demeating, medicating, stitching, conditioning ......"

Zheng Qiankun nodded slightly, and then asked: "There are only five stars of trauma medicine on the market, and Dr. Ye has six stars of trauma medicine?"

"Give me a little time and I can make it. ”

Ye Fanfeng smiled lightly: "But I want a 100 million honorarium." ”

"The gratuity is not a problem, but I have to go back and arrange for the treatment of this injury. ”

Zheng Qiankun said with a smile: "You know, as the New Year approaches, there are more things, and it is not easy to spare time to heal. ”

Ye Fan followed with a smile:

"I can understand, but Mr. Zheng had better be faster, in your situation, it is estimated that it will not work if you tear it three more times. ”

Zheng Qiankun stood up: "Okay, I'll reply to Doctor Ye as soon as possible." ”

Then, he shook hands with Ye Fan, chatted a few words and turned to leave, and He Shouwu did not take it away.

"Ye Fan, you want to treat him?"

After Zheng Qiankun and his gang disappeared, Ye Zhendong walked out of the corridor, obviously hearing the conversation just now.

"I'm a doctor, he's a patient, and if he's willing to let me be treated, I'll see 100 million copies to save his life. ”

Ye Fan hurriedly sat up and poured Ye Zhendong a cup of tea:

"However, judging from Zheng Qiankun's expression just now, he will never let me be treated. ”

"He is suspicious in life, and he has a lot of trouble with me, and I am so enthusiastic about treating him, in his heart he must have a bad intention. ”

"So it's enough to know how I'm treating, and the wound will never be touched. ”

"He'll worry about me doing something and letting him die silently. ”

"He'll treat his wounds the way I say he can do with someone he can trust. ”

Ye Fan obviously saw through Zheng Qiankun's thoughts: "This also shows that his request for peace is hypocritical." ”

"Then aren't you a vain diagnosis?"

Ye Zhendong laughed:

"But I haven't received 100 million, and three He Shou Wu are not bad. ”

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his mouth was faintly inaudible:

"One more person has entered the game, it seems that I am going to let Tang Ruoxue produce samples as soon as possible......"

In the next two days, Ye Fan did not sit for a doctor's visit again, nor did he ask Zheng Qiankun about it, and after contacting Tang Ruoxue, he set up a project team as soon as possible.

The two of them recruited troops and operated like snow-white medicine.

This project is related to the strategy of Tang Group in the next three years, Tang Ruoxue personally took charge, asked about everything, and even went to visit the office building decoration several times.

On the afternoon of the third day, Tang Ruoxue called Ye Fan and asked him to go to the Ruoxue Pharmaceutical R&D Center to see what else needed to be added.

Ye Fan didn't twist either, and went to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical after telling Tang Fenghua.

Although this office building is located in a remote place, it is only three seven-story small buildings, but it is enough for R&D personnel.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, it's on fire. ”

As soon as the car arrived at the target, Ye Fan got out of the car, and before he walked into the gate, he heard a bang bang.

Then a scream of panic rang out.

As soon as he looked up, he saw that the stairs of the administrative office building were glowing red, first the first floor was full of flames, and then the second and third floors were quickly siphoned and exploded.

Soon, black smoke billowed from the entire office building, and flames soared into the sky.

You can feel the heat wave from dozens of meters away.

It's so fast that it doesn't give people a reaction at all.

The office building screamed, and then the entrance and exit on the other side opened.

The crowd kept pouring out, including decoration workers, Gao Jing and other employees, as well as Aunt Lin and others.

One by one panicked, her legs trembled, and Aunt Lin fell several times, obviously suffering a lot of impact.

"What's going on?"

Ye Fan rushed up with an arrow step, grabbed Gao Jing and asked, "What's on fire?"

"A renovation worker's electric car battery exploded, setting a bunch of renovation materials and curtains on fire. ”

Gao Jing said to Ye Fan with a gray face: "Fortunately, I ran fast, and if I slower it was a little slower, it would be blocked." ”

She had palpitations.

Ye Fan glanced at the crowd: "What about Mr. Tang?"

"Mr. Tang?"

Gao Jing was stunned at first, and then sighed, with a panicked face:

"Oh no, after Mr. Tang quarreled with Aunt Lin and them, he went to the seventh floor to blow the wind and distract himself......"

Before she finished speaking, she saw Ye Fan rushing into the sea of fire like a whirlwind......