killed the people in Wuyi Lane, and Wuyi Lane had to give an explanation......

The middle-aged fat man fell straight to the ground, with grievances on his face until death.

He wanted to ridicule Ye Zhendong's arrogance, but the extinguished vitality told him that Ye Zhendong was not joking.

Ye Fan also had surprise on his face, Ye Zhendong's strength was beyond his imagination.

He never thought that the person who was a walking corpse a week ago would now crush the Wuyi Alley killer with one hand.

Twenty years ago, Ye Tang's second master, Ye Fan remembered what Wang Qingwu had said, and he didn't think so at the time, but now that he looks at it, Ye Zhendong is indeed extraordinary.

With the middle-aged fat man and their deaths, the danger of the boulevard dissipated in an instant, and there were still a few fish that slipped through the net, but no one dared to make another move.

Even the middle-aged fat man was killed in seconds, what did they do to compete with Ye Zhendong?

Ye Fan pushed Ye Zhendong and continued to move forward.

As soon as their figures disappeared, a few more people flashed in the forest, with solemn expressions, and while cleaning up the corpses, they took out their mobile phones and called out......

A masked woman spoke respectfully into her phone:

"Lord Hai Zhu, the mission failed, and Wu Hook and they were killed. ”

There were no emotional ups and downs on the other end of the phone: "Why are you still alive?"

The masked woman replied in a low voice: "The other party preemptively killed half of the people, didn't kill a few of us, and kept it to report to you." ”

"This Ye Fan...... The ability is really beyond my expectations, it seems that the legendary realm has no water. ”

The other end of the phone sighed with emotion, and then the conversation changed: "What does Ye Fan want you to say?"

"It wasn't Ye Fan who killed Wu Hook, it was Ye Zhendong, the waste man of Ye Tang, but he should recover his skills. ”

The masked woman hesitated and spoke:

"He wants us to pass on the word, whoever takes Ye Fan's reward, who will cut off his own hand, otherwise he will enter the Wuyi Lane Main Hall. ”

"What?"

Lord Haizhu's voice suddenly raised: "The king of the east is well......

For the first time, he was moved.

"Ye Fan, I heard that you took over Hua Lao's Qingfeng Hall?"

When the killer in Wuyi Lane reported, Ye Zhendong was wiping down the Hidden Blade and continued to talk to Ye Fan: "Business is booming, right?"

"Took over the other day. ”

Ye Fan put away his thoughts about Ye Zhendong, and said with a smile:

"But the eight doctors, all of them were driven away by me. ”

Then, he put it simply:

"I'm equal to the commander of the light pole now, and I can't even recruit a handyman, so don't talk about any hot business. ”

"But it's okay, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, otherwise once the hospital is on fire, I'll be very busy again. ”

If it weren't for the emotions of Hua Yanyu and Tang Fenghua, Ye Fan really hoped that Qingfeng Hall would be crowded.

"Healers are benevolent. ”

Ye Zhendong had a little more appreciation for Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you are rare." ”

He was once worried that Ye Fan, who had lost twenty years of elite education, would be disgusting in society, but now that he looks, Ye Fan's conduct has completely passed.

This made him completely relieved, and he didn't have to worry about Ye Fan returning to Ye Tang, which would make the whole situation turbulent.

Ye Fan waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Dong, for your appreciation." ”

"By the way, Ye Fan, Hua Lao told me one thing when he was in retreat, and I almost forgot to tell you. ”

Ye Zhendong suddenly patted his head and remembered something, and then took out a piece of paper from the wheelchair mezzanine and gave it to Ye Fan:

"The five-year Huatuo Cup Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition will be held next Wednesday at the county level in various regions. ”

He added: "Hua Lao has signed up for you, and you will remember to participate when you arrive." ”

Ye Fan couldn't help but be stunned: "Chinese medicine competition?"

"What are you doing, Hua Lao? I'm still going to participate in the Chinese medicine competition?"

He couldn't laugh or cry a little:

"Doesn't that make me a bully, besides, it doesn't mean anything to me. ”

Ye Fan's philosophy, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it can save people, it is a good medical skill, so unless he is forced to do so, he rarely compares his medical skills with others.

Now that Hua Qingfeng suddenly asked Ye Fan to participate in the Huatuo Cup, Ye Fan was completely confused and didn't know what to do.

Hua Lao said, one is to let you see and see how far you can go, and stimulate your greater interest in medical skills. ”

Ye Zhendong expected Ye Fan's reaction, patted the back of his hand and smiled:

"The second is that I hope you can win the championship and make yourself an official name. ”

"So no one will say that you are a monk halfway, and no one will say that you are a barefoot doctor. ”

"The champion of the Huatuo Cup not only has a place in the medical field, but also has the opportunity to become a national treasure. ”

He gave Ye Fan encouragement: "Ye Fan, I think, you can give it a try." ”

Ye Fan scratched his head: "Uncle Dong, I don't need those false names, I study medicine, and it's not for the praise of others." ”

Although Ye Fan's diagnosis and treatment fees are often astronomical, he still enjoys the sense of accomplishment of saving lives and helping the injured more in his bones.

"Ye Fan, I know your temperament, you don't need those things to decorate yourself. ”

Ye Zhendong smiled and still advised unhurriedly:

"But this person, after all, life is inseparable from all kinds of interpersonal relationships, and some false names can avoid a lot of trouble. ”

"Besides, even if you are not interested in those false names, if you become the champion of the Huatuo Cup, Qingfeng Tang can become an instant hit, and you don't have to worry about the source of customers. ”

"Another point, Hua Lao hopes that you can carry forward Chinese medicine in the future, so that he will not have regrets in a hundred years. ”

"And inheritance is inseparable from authority and official recognition. ”

He added in a calm tone: "I think this is also one of the reasons why he arranged for you to participate in the Huatuo Cup competition." ”

Ye Fan's heart moved slightly: "Uncle Dong, you and Hua Lao want me to be gilded." ”

He vaguely felt that whether it was taking over Qingfeng Hall or participating in the Huatuo Cup, there was a sense of making himself stand out.

"Gold plating is also a manifestation of ability. ”

Ye Zhendong crushed Ye Fan's last hesitation:

"I think your adoptive parents would also be happy to see you make a name for themselves. ”

"Okay!"

Ye Fan exhaled a long breath, picked up the registration receipt and glanced at it: "I'll join in the fun when I arrive." ”

"Hahaha, good boy, let's go, go to the Big Buddha Temple. ”

Ye Zhendong looked relieved: "I want the Buddha to bless you to win the championship." ”

Half an hour later, in the Big Buddha Temple, Ye Zhendong finished the incense and asked Ye Fan to help him give money for sesame oil, while he waited outside.

As soon as he came out of the sandalwood smoke, Ye Zhendong's mobile phone vibrate.

He put on a Bluetooth headset, and soon Hua Qingfeng's voice came: "Zhendong, did Ye Fan agree to participate in the Huatuo Cup?"

He wasn't interested, but I persuaded him to agree. ”

Ye Zhendong looked at the green mountains in the distance:

"Hua Lao, do you want him to win this championship and enter Ye Tang in the future to look glamorous?"

The five-year Huatuo Cup is not only a grand event in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China, but also attracts the attention of the entire Shenzhou, and will be highly recognized by both the people and the government.

The gold content is no less than that of an academician.

"Wrong. ”

The sound of Hua Qingfeng is like the wind blowing in the northern wasteland:

"I'm going to let him into the field of vision of the Heng Temple......"