The bustling city is full of traffic, and when the sun sets and night falls, the whole city gradually falls into a deep sleep.

But the lights gradually came on, on the streets, in the buildings, in the homes.

The lights are soft, dense, or bright, lighting up the whole city.

Especially on the streets, the scattered street lamps illuminate everything on the road exceptionally brightly, and the full moon in the sky is immaculate, as if it is early in the morning.

The address of Zhou Weisong's villa is a bit remote, and the distance is a little far.

Ye Cheng and Zhao Minghui had been sitting in the car for a long time and had not spoken, they were not familiar with each other, and no matter how much they said, there would always be times when they were embarrassed.

"Can you tell me about my condition?" Zhao Minghui said suddenly, making Ye Cheng, who had been counting the street lights outside, a little surprised.

"It's nothing, it is estimated that it is an endocrine disorder, and it will be regulated after taking Chinese medicine for a period of time. Ye Cheng said lightly.

"Then you can see at a glance that you don't need to take a pulse, you don't need a blood test, you don't need a CT?"

Ye Cheng shrank back and said softly: "Don't use anything, look at it, look at your face and breathing, I can already see some clues." ”

"You're so powerful!" Zhao Minghui was even a little amazed and couldn't help but glance at him.

"Be careful, drive. Ye Cheng reminded that you need to pay attention to a high degree of concentration when driving, otherwise accidents are very likely to occur.

"If you were to treat the legs of a man who had been paralyzed in bed for ten years, would you be able to cure him?"

Zhao Minghui's tone was a little low, as if she was pleading, and she thought of the woman who loved to play mahjong in her mind, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

"You have to look to say that if you don't see anything, just tell you that you can be cured, do you think that person has credibility?"

Ye Cheng looked out the window and said, this question is indeed a bit naïve. He is not an immortal, so it is impossible to know 500 years before and 3,000 years later.

"That'...... Can you go see my mother tomorrow, my mother has been paralyzed in both legs for a long time. Zhao Minghui said.

After Ye Cheng responded, he said, "Okay, but my visit fee is not low." ”

"Money is not an issue. Zhao Minghui was distracted again, her words were intense, her heart beat faster, she was very excited, because Ye Cheng gave people a feeling that it was very solid, and she believed that Ye Cheng could cure her mother's illness.

The vehicle continued to drive, and with the sound of navigation reaching the destination, Ye Cheng and they came to the address on the invitation.

The whole villa is brightly lit, like a lighthouse, which is especially eye-catching in the dark night.

Ye Cheng looked at it and took Zhao Minghui to the door of the villa.

There were more than a dozen black-clad bodyguards guarding the door.

"Is there an invitation?" said the man at the door, who had received a notice from above that only those with invitations were allowed to enter.

Ye Cheng handed over the invitation card in his hand, and the bodyguard took a look, and after quickly confirming that it was correct, he opened the door and welcomed Ye Cheng and the two of them in.

A wide roadway leads to the interior of the villa, surrounded by flowers and plants, and a swimming pool is built next to it, with sparkling lights reflected on the water.

Ye Cheng and the others walked in, and a man in civilian clothes in the hall was sitting on the sofa.

"Coming?"

The man glanced at Ye Cheng lightly, and then saw the woman next to Ye Cheng, and said with some surprise: "Zhao Minghui, why are you with him?"

Zhao Minghui treated it indifferently and said, "Now that I am his subordinate, what can't we be together?"

Ye Cheng stared into Zhao Minghui's eyes, he had already guessed that Zhao Minghui was not an ordinary person, and now it seemed to be true.

"You are the third son of the Zhou family, Zhou Weisong?" Ye Cheng said coldly.

"It's me, I don't know what your name is. ”

"Ye Cheng. ”

"It's an honor for you to come. Zhou Weisong stretched out his hand and shook hands with Ye Cheng.

However, Ye Cheng just looked at the white palm he stretched out lightly, and said, "If you are here to be the iron head of your family, I think it is better to let the person concerned come out." ”

"Huh. ”

Zhou Weisong stretched out his hand and smiled indifferently, looked at Ye Cheng and said, "You are really direct, come with me." ”

Zhou Weisong was always smiling, and even though Ye Cheng was so rude, he still didn't expose his mood to the outside.

In Zhao Minghui's view, this is a very dangerous sign, and in her impression, Zhou Weisong is not a good stubble.

Soon, Zhou Weisong led the two people to the back of the villa and came to a more luxurious hall.

There was a table in this hall, and there were several people standing at the table, as well as a person in a wheelchair.

Li Mu and an old man's arms were the same, both in plaster, hanging horizontally on their chests.

Li Tie sat in a wheelchair, looking a little embarrassed, the three of them lined up in a row, each with a calm face, staring at Ye Cheng who was coming, with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Let me introduce to you, this is called Ye Cheng, presumably everyone doesn't know each other, they already know each other. Zhou Wei said lightly.

The corners of Ye Cheng's mouth were slightly hooked, and he looked at the old man and said, "Is the poison cured, do you need me to help you?"

"You!" the old man said angrily, glaring angrily, and then turned his gaze elsewhere.

"In front of Zhou Gongzi, you still dare to speak disrespectfully, are you impatient!" Li Mu was young and vigorous, and shouted angrily.

Ye Cheng didn't speak, he just wanted to see what Zhou Weisong had in mind, whether he was looking for trouble or winning over, there were only these two options.

"Don't be so sideways, with me here, no one wants to touch a single hair of Mr. Ye. Zhou Weisong's face changed slightly, and he said coldly to everyone.

The three people immediately lowered their heads, and it seemed that no matter how powerful a martial artist was, in front of money, he could only bow his head.

Ye Cheng thinks so, at least that's how it looks now.

Ye Cheng remembered the Yuanhong Sword at the beginning, and would only choose people with backbone.

"Mr. Ye, please be seated. Zhou Weisong stretched out his hand and pointed to the table and said.

"Thank you. Ye Cheng nodded slightly and sat down at the table.

"Miss Zhao, if you are interested, let's have a meal together, after all, we didn't have a very pleasant meal last time. Zhou Weisong smiled indifferently, as if he didn't care too much about what he just said.

"Then thank you Mr. Zhou for your kindness. Zhao Minghui didn't even look at him, so he sat directly beside Ye Cheng.

"I'm a little curious, is a skill like Mr. Ye really from Shaolin?" Zhou Weisong said playfully.

"I have no sect, if I have to get to the bottom of it, then I am Shaolin. Ye Cheng met Zhou Weisong's gaze and said indifferently.

"I'll just say, with a temperament like Mr. Ye, he shouldn't be a monk, so it's not taboo to eat meat and vegetables, right? ”

After Zhou Weisong finished speaking, he waved his hand to a housekeeper at the door.

The butler nodded in acknowledgement and went down at once.