More than an hour later, Cao Feiyan came in from outside carrying multiple shopping bags, and a large number of medicinal herbs were placed inside.

Song Feng personally taught Wan Qingsong how to deal with these drugs, and the drugs that need to be applied externally must be ground first. Combine with other things to make a salve.

Declined the kindness of the Wan family couple to stay here for dinner, Song Feng waved goodbye.

Cao Feiyan sent Song Feng outside the villa and said, "Thank you so much today."

Song Feng smiled lightly: "You don't have to thank me, if you want to say thank you, I should thank you."

"What do you mean by that?"

Song Feng patted Cao Feiyan on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't think that I can't see that Mrs. Wan and Mr. Wan have a deep relationship, and I helped Mrs. Wan heal his leg injury, which is equivalent to making Mr. Wan owe me a favor."

"In the future, whether it is Wan Qingshan or Wan Wenhao, whoever wants to trouble me, Mr. Wan will not sit idly by."

"At the same time, you have a second intention, if I don't come, Mrs. Wan's leg injury may last for several months."

"During the recovery period, Mr. Wan will definitely have to stay by his wife's side every day, and he will not have the energy to adjust the conflict between me and Wan Jia."

"Sure enough, I can't hide anything from you, okay, I'm having a showdown, that's what I thought."

Cao Feiyan spread out his hands and said, "You have seriously injured Wan Yufan twice in a row."

"Especially this time, Wan Yufan was almost beaten into a waste by you, although his life was saved, but he couldn't leave the hospital bed and wheelchair in this life, and the enmity between you and Wan Jia was completely settled."

"If you want to protect you, it is not enough to rely on our Cao family, you must also add Uncle Wan's help."

"He owes you such a great favor, and he will definitely do his best to protect you."

From the moment he saw the Wan family couple, Song Feng guessed Cao Feiyan's true intentions.

Please come over to help with the treatment, every step, Cao Feiyan has far-reaching intentions.

Bidding farewell to Cao Feiyan, Song Feng drove back to the small villa.

Fang Tong, who had been busy all afternoon, had already returned to the villa.

Take the prepared list of alternative stores to Song Feng.

"Speaking of shops, I think of another thing."

Song Feng sat on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs and said, "A few days ago, I had dinner with a friend of mine, and I found that this friend was growing a large number of vegetables with medicinal properties in the field where medicinal herbs were grown."

"When our wellness restaurant opens, I'm going to learn his methods."

"Okay, the health restaurant specializes in Chinese herbal medicine, and if the ingredients are really medicative, it will be even better."

Hearing Song Feng's suggestion, Fang Tong nodded again and again.

Song Feng thought about it for a while, and planned to find a time in the next two days and go to Old Doctor Chen's house again.

Learn more about how to use the land of traditional Chinese medicine to cultivate production.

Thinking about Song Feng, he suddenly sneezed a few times.

Fang Tong said with concern, "Where is your medicine box? I'll get you some medicine, you must have a cold."

"I don't have a cold, I just have an itchy nose."

Song Feng shook his head, he really didn't have a cold.

Martial arts powerhouses rarely get sick, and ordinary headaches and brain fever do not appear at all.

"Could it be that someone is scolding me behind my back?"

Song Feng rubbed his nose.

That's true, someone is cursing him behind his back.

It was no one else who scolded him, it was Wan Yufan's father, Wan Qinglong.

After a day-long operation, Wan Yufan's life was saved, but the hospital really couldn't help him recover with his legs and feet.

"I don't care, I'll never let my son be a cripple!"

Looking at the attending doctor in front of him who looked helpless, Wan Qinglong murderously threatened, "You listen to me, now go in and operate on my son again."

"If you can heal his legs and hands, I will give you what you want, and if he can never become a normal person, I will let you be buried with you."

"Mr. Wan is angry, I have really tried my best, we are doctors not immortals, we can only find a way to heal the patient within the scope of our ability, his injuries to his hands and feet are too serious, unless there is a miracle, otherwise, ......"

"Smack."

Wan Qinglong slapped the attending doctor to the ground, and kicked him several times.

"If there is a miracle, why should I send my son to you?"

"Your hospital is the largest private hospital in Xiangcheng, and you are the most powerful surgeon."

"Now tell me, you can't heal my son and make me wait for a miracle?"

"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you right now!"

"Spare your life, Mr. Wan."

The attending doctor never dreamed that Wan Qinglong's temper would be so short-tempered.

said to fight, and it was very cruel to attack.

If you continue to fight, I'm afraid you'll be killed directly.

"Song Feng, you wait for me, as soon as I know your location, I will cut off your head immediately."

After cursing dozens of sentences in a row, Wan Qinglong took out his mobile phone and called Wan Wenhao.

"Didn't you say you were going to send my son abroad for treatment? Come here now, catch the earliest flight tomorrow, and send him abroad."

"If it still can't be cured abroad, you can find a way for me to find a miracle doctor who lives in seclusion in China, and no matter what the cost, my son will return to normal."

The next morning, Song Feng drove to Cao Feiyan's company.

Before the separation yesterday, Cao Feiyan said that there was an antique that she couldn't get accurate, and she wanted to ask Song Feng to help identify it.

This is a newly received antique, and since the age cannot be determined, it has been kept in the office and has not been taken home for collection.

"How is this kind of thing?"

Entering Cao Feiyan's office, Song Feng couldn't cry or laugh.

On the desk is a painted galloping horse figurine.

Cao Feiyan said, "Is there anything wrong with this thing?"

Song Feng smiled bitterly: "This is Tang Sancai, the thing is not fake, but it is not suitable for placing at home or in the office."

Tang Sancai belongs to the funeral vessel, which is the so-called veil that does not enter the house.

When people who know how to see it, they either think that Cao Feiyan has no eyesight, and put this thing by his side as an ornament.

Or maybe you feel unlucky.

Anyway, this thing is a real antique, but it is not suitable to be taken out and placed.

"I see."

Cao Shuiyan smiled faintly, picked up the table and put Tang Sancai into the cabinet in the office.

Just then, the office door was pushed open.

An unexpected person appeared in front of Song Feng.

The enemy is very red when he meets, which is too suitable for the current scene.

Cao Teng looked at Song Feng with the same eyes as the enemy who killed his father, and said viciously, "Song Feng, why do you stay ghostly every day! I can see you everywhere, you can't do it on purpose, do you?"...

Song Feng sneered, "I should ask you this, why can I always see you? You're not going to be following me, are you?"

Cao Feiyan blushed and reprimanded, "What are you looking for? I told you last time that if you don't change your mind, I will never treat you as a relative."