Hearing the secretary's report, Wang Qingwu snorted a spirit, and her pretty face turned white in an instant.

She lost her soul and walked out, Ye Fan was worried that something would happen to her, so she hurriedly followed.

Drilling into the Porsche, Wang Qingwu was in a hurry, and he didn't start the car for half a minute.

Ye Fan couldn't look at it, moved her to the passenger seat, and then sat in the driver's seat and started.

After asking the address, the car roared out and went straight to the Dongshan Sanatorium fifteen kilometers away.

Along the way, Wang Qingwu lost his agility and smile, just tugging on his seat belt, looking at the front with a stiff gaze.

There is no doubt that 'Ye Shao' is very important to her.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine. ”

Ye Fan stepped on the accelerator and comforted Wang Qingwu:

"As long as he has breath, I'll get him back. ”

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Wang Qingwu's pretty face was a little more bloody, and she looked at Ye Fan gratefully:

"Ye Fan, thank you. ”

Ye Fan hesitated and spoke: "You can see that he is very important to you, who is he?"

Wang Qingwu trusted Ye Fan very much, so when she heard that he was curious, she didn't hesitate to tell him.

That Ye Shao, named Ye Zhendong, is a core member of Ye Tang, and he was also one of the few masters of Ye Tang, and he has made a lot of contributions to Ye Tang.

More than 20 years ago, he rescued the kidnapped young Wang Qingwu and rescued her from the armed men with one person and one sword.

It was also more than 20 years ago that he escorted Mrs. Ye back to China to visit relatives, and was attacked by a powerful enemy.

In the end, although he survived, he could not stand up on his legs, and the muscles and veins of his hands were also severely damaged, and he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

For his safety, Ye Tang sent him back to Longdu to recuperate.

This recuperation is twenty years.

In the past 20 years, not only did Ye Zhendong gradually become depressed, but also made him addicted to alcohol, although there was no shortage of people to visit, his heart almost died.

can't stand up anymore, can't hold a sword anymore, life is worse than death for Ye Zhendong, fortunately, Wang Qingwu has encouraged him all these years, otherwise I'm afraid that he would have committed suicide.

Seeing that he had lost his value to Ye Tang, Ye Zhendong's former enemies gradually became arrogant, shouting that he would kill him with his own hands to pay for his blood debts.

Therefore, in the past few years, many forces have infiltrated Longdu and want to sacrifice other people's heads.

After all, no matter how wasteful Ye Zhendong is, he is also Ye Tang's bloodline, one of Ye Tang's four masters in the past, killing him is of great significance.

"This year, this is the fourth attack. ”

Wang Qingwu smiled bitterly:

"Uncle Ye used to kill too many enemies and have a lot of blood feuds, so twenty years later, they still remember his head. ”

"Those people all hope that before Uncle Ye dies of old age or commits suicide...... Kill him. ”

"Half an hour ago, Uncle Ye was basking in the sun, and the guards turned around to get a piece of clothing, and someone shot him with a cold arrow. ”

She looked ahead and muttered: "Uncle Ye, you must live well, I am still waiting for you to be my witness." ”

Ye Fan pursed his lips slightly, he didn't expect to meet Ye Tang's people again.

However, listening to Wang Qingwu's words, this Ye Zhendong is a man who stands up to the sky like Mo Qianxiong.

While talking, the car quickly arrived at the Dongshan Sanatorium.

This sanatorium has nothing to do with the government, it is a private investment, so most of the people who live in it are rich and the service is good, but the security force is not as good as the official sanatorium.

Wang Qingwu took out his documents, Ye Fan passed unimpeded, and soon came to the door of a small villa.

There are not only a lot of security guards at the door, but also police patrols, and more than a dozen cars parked on both sides, as well as two hospital ambulances.

Ye Fan followed Wang Qingwu and walked in, and soon saw a group of people around the middle of the hall, including policemen, doctors, guards, and officials.

There was a wheelchair in the middle of them.

In a wheelchair, a middle-aged man in his forties sits on.

The face of the Chinese character, the hooked nose, the face is full of wrinkles, the eyes are dull, and the spirit is extremely sluggish.

His shoulders were wrapped in gauze, and blood was dripping from them, as if he had been hit by an arrow.

The wound had been treated, and the instrument coefficient also showed that his body was not in danger, but Ye Zhendong did not have the slightest emotional ups and downs.

The gray hair made Ye Fan not only feel his aging, but also feel a sense of death.

The Walking Dead, nothing more.

"Uncle Ye—"

Wang Qingwu squeezed through the crowd of people who were cold and warm, and came to Ye Zhendong and whispered, "Are you okay?"

Ye Zhendong, who was motionless, saw Wang Qingwu appear, and his dull gaze finally changed a little.

But he didn't speak

Wang Qingwu's eyes were guilty: "Uncle Ye, I'm sorry, I should send you a few more bodyguards......"

"Qingwu, let me give Xiaoye acupuncture. ”

At this time, there was a shout from outside the door, and then, Hua Qingfeng and Hua Yanyu hurriedly walked from outside.

The speed was too fast, so that Hua Qingfeng ignored Ye Fan's existence.

As soon as Wang Qingwu got up and got out of the way, Hua Qingfeng stood in front of Ye Zhendong and sighed:

"For Xiao Ye, arrow wounds are nothing, what matters is the legs and hands. ”

"As long as he can get back on his feet and pick up his sword again, he will be fine with everything, otherwise, I am afraid he will not be able to survive this year. ”

Hua Qingfeng obviously knew Ye Zhendong's temperament very well, and he patted the latter's thigh:

"Xiao Ye, I'll give you another performance of "Three Talents". ”

"I used this acupuncture to cure more than a dozen people with leg problems, some even worse than you, but I don't know why it didn't work for you. ”

Hua Qingfeng showed a touch of regret, he studied hard "Three Talents through the Quiet", and he also had more than a dozen clinical people, just hoping to cure Ye Zhendong.

It's a pity that it hasn't worked.

"But don't worry, I'll do my best, even if I can't cure it, I'll help you hire a little miracle doctor then. ”

His eyes lit up: "His medical skills are better than mine, and he should be helpful to you." ”

Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, Ye Zhendong didn't react or make a sound, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The doctors present also shook their heads slightly, thinking that Hua Qingfeng was purely comforting Ye Zhendong.

Hua Qingfeng has nothing to do, and what can the rest of the doctors do.

Hua Qingfeng smiled and didn't say anything, picked up the silver needle and gave it to Ye Zhendong for acupuncture, and didn't care about the more than a dozen doctors around him watching.

However, Hua Yanyu moved from time to time, blocking the eyes of the people around him, as if he didn't want others to learn his grandfather's stitching.

Half an hour later, Hua Qingfeng finished applying the needle and was sweating profusely.

"It's strange, there's still no progress, it shouldn't be. ”

"The meridians are kinked, the qi and blood are not smooth, and if "Sancai Tongyun" goes down, it should be immediate. ”

He checked his pulse and couldn't stop shaking his head: "What went wrong?"

"His paralysis is not in the form, but in the heart. ”

A voice came out lightly:

"The most fundamental reason why he can't stand up is that his heart knot causes ......"

Ye Zhendong's narrow eyes suddenly flashed with light......