The car crossed the bridge and came to Villa 17 of the Peony Pavilion.

On both sides of the villa door, there were two security guards wearing sunglasses, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

Looking at these four security guards, Yang Fan concluded that the owner of this courtyard must be very rich!

Because the clothes worn by their security guards are not the kind of street stalls that can be bought for dozens of dollars, but suits worth hundreds of yuan.

The Rolls-Royce stopped at the door, and a security guard came running briskly.

Yuan Chenggang lowered the window and revealed the face of the mountain master.

"Lord Shan." The security guard immediately stood straight and saluted.

"Open the door." Shui Qianshan said.

"Yes, Lord Shan!" The security guard nodded respectfully and pressed the gate switch.

The gate slowly opened, and the Rolls-Royce drove into the compound, at this time, two more security guards in black suits came out of the yard, standing on both sides of the car to accompany them, sending the car into the designated parking space, and there were four or five luxury cars parked next to it.

Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Maybach and the worst one is the Bentley Flying Spur.

"Dr. Yang, please get out of the car." Yuan Chenggang opened the car door and asked Yang Fan to get out of the car.

"Thank you."

Yang Fan smiled and nodded, and got out of the car with Shui Qianshan.

"Please!"

Shui Qianshan made a gesture of please.

Yang Fan nodded again, followed behind Shui Qianshan, and walked up a stone staircase, he glanced back at Yuan Chenggang, "Mr. Yuan doesn't go in?" ”

"Me?" Yuan Chenggang smiled awkwardly, "Doctor Yang, let's go, I'm not qualified to go in......"

"Oh......" Yang Fan touched his nose, and he could feel that Yuan Chenggang was embarrassed from afar.

At the same time, he was nervous in his heart, people of Yuan Chenggang's level were not qualified to enter, what kind of existence was this family?

Yang Fan thought as he looked around.

The scene outside shocked him, and the architectural style in the courtyard made him a little uneasy!

At first glance, it's all money!

The first thing to pass is the sea cucumber pool, which is oval in shape, the design elements imitate the ancient Greek style, the bottom of the pool is all white jade, and the opposite of the pool is the palace of the sea god, and the palace is surrounded by more than 20 Roman columns.

Each one is worth at least a million or more!

The relief carvings between the pillars are lifelike, and on the other side of the pool, there is a group of exquisite marble statues, with fine techniques and picky materials.

At this moment, it is noon, under the blue sky and white clouds, the whole pool is rippling, echoing each other, giving people a dazzling sense of splendor.

Just like this villa, gorgeous but not ostentatious, rich but not tacky.

When Yang Fan looked around, a maid ran over in a panic.

"Panic, what's wrong?" Shui Qianshan asked.

"Uncle Shan, old, master, he ......" The maid stumbled anxiously. He's going to die......"

"What?" The water is shocked. Fortunately, Yang Fan pulled him, otherwise he almost stumbled to the ground.

Without asking too much, the maid led the way, and the three of them quickly entered the villa.

Access to the villa.

Passing through the palatial hall, and walking through a deep and secluded corridor, I came to the backyard, which is an antique two-story building, and there are many handsome men and women standing at the door.

Someone was whispering.

Someone was sobbing quietly.

Shui Qianshan walked to the door with Yang Fan, and the handsome men and women got out of the way and greeted Shui Qianshan one after another.

Squeezing through the crowd, the two of them made their way to the second floor.

The second floor was equally overcrowded with cries, and the easternmost room was spacious with all sorts of advanced medical equipment.

Compared with the medical equipment of Linhai Hospital, it is not far behind.

Yang Fan stood at the door and looked inside, an old man in his seventies was lying on the bed, his whole body was skinny, his face was as pale as white paper, and beside the bed, a doctor in a white coat was rescuing.

The attending doctor is forty-five or sixteen, with a solemn face, and is doing cardiac resuscitation.

There are two middle-aged people standing outside the door, they are the two sons of the old man, the eldest Jiang Chunfeng, wearing a suit and leather shoes, looking like a successful person.

The second Jiang Chengfeng is thin, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt.

"Uncle Shan, where have you been? My dad may not be able to do it......" Jiang Chengfeng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his expression sad.

"Second child, don't worry, how many ups and downs your dad has experienced in his life, I believe he can survive this hurdle, I invited a doctor." Shui Qianshan stepped out of the way, let Yang Fan stand up, and introduced: "This is Doctor Yang Fan Yang." ”

"You, a doctor?" Jiang Chengfeng looked at Yang Fan in astonishment. I thought that Shui Qianshan had invited a famous doctor.

The doctors who came before were all leaders in their respective fields, either with a resounding name, or they were old Chinese medicine doctors in their fifties and sixties.

Those people are helpless, what can this young man do?

But after thinking about it, Jiang Chengfeng was relieved, in the past two years, have there been fewer wonderful doctors at home?

Shui Qianshan must be in a hurry again, and he is sick and goes to the doctor!

Yang Fan saw his thoughts, just nodded and did not answer, his gaze always fell on the old man, and after frowning slightly, he closed his eyes.

Yin Yang Ferry runs quietly.

In a moment, his body entered an unprecedented ethereal state, and the vitality in his body was like countless pairs of tentacles paving towards the old man on the bed.

When he opened his eyes, the attending doctor, who was resuscitating, stopped.

"Dr. Wei, how is my dad?" Jiang Chengfeng hurriedly asked.

Wei Chengcheng shook his head solemnly, "Mr. Jiang, the master's situation is not very optimistic......"

Hearing this, the relatives and friends standing outside the door couldn't help but burst into tears.

"What's not optimistic?" Jiang Chengfeng's expression was solemn.

"Ahem......" Wei Chengcheng sighed and pretended to be deep.

"What are you sighing for, saying!" Jiang Chunfeng on the side shouted angrily, and the frightened Wei adult trembled.

"The time limit will soon come...... It's possible tonight, cough, you better ask for another master......" Wei Chengcheng said.

"Get out!"

Before Wei Chengcheng could finish speaking, Jiang Chengfeng interrupted him, and Wei Chengcheng lowered his head and stepped back.

When Wei Cheng went out, the family members poured into the room, and everyone's faces were full of grief, not wanting to watch the old man leave like this.

"Why don't you let me try?"

A crisp voice was particularly crisp in the not quiet hospital room.

Hearing the voice, the Jiang family raised their heads almost at the same time, their eyes fell behind Shui Qianshan, and they saw a young man who looked as handsome as Takeshi Kaneshiro----- his name was Yang Fan.

His voice and his looks, so magnetic.

Who is this strange handsome guy?

The Jiang family looked at each other.

Shui Qianshan was still grieving just now, and he had forgotten about Yang Fan.

Thinking of it, he hurriedly said: "This is Doctor Yang Fanyang, I invited him to see my master." ”

Except for Jiang Chengfeng, the Jiang family had different expressions.

"Uncle Shan, this, can it work?" Jiang Chunfeng asked.

"Uncle Shan, where did you hire a doctor, this, this is too young, right?" A middle-aged woman full of luxury looked at Yang Fan.