The daughter-in-law's son-in-law

Chapter 384 Unfathomable
Chapter 380 Unfathomable
After being pointed out by Ye Fan, Zhu Changsheng didn't speak any more, just leaned on the car and meditated.

No doubt he had something to clarify.

Ye Fan didn't bother him either, and his attention fell on the Songjiazhuang in front of him. Compared with the buildings of Han Nanhua and Zhu Changsheng, Songjiazhuang was more magnificent.

It occupies an entire mountain, surrounded by long and narrow walls, and has 72 buildings, each of which has a large area.

The most amazing thing is that in addition to all the living facilities, there is also a temple here.

The Sanskrit sound is faint, like a fairyland.

More than 1000 nephews and nephews live together, more than 2000 bodyguards and servants serve, and there are three roads, luxury cars, yachts, and helicopters.

The six Song clans are basically here.

Song Wansan lives in the topmost building, facing the great river, where thousands of sails are sailing.

This is still a business card of Nanling, and many tourists will come to the foot of the mountain to check in.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan couldn't help feeling that it's nice to be rich, and he also somewhat understood why Tang Sanguo wanted to build Yunding Mountain.

This kind of condescension really feels like being a king.

When Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng appeared at Song's Villa, there was a rush of traffic at the gate, and dozens of nanny cars or RVs slowly drove in.

The car is still hung with license plates from various places. There are Yuncheng, Shicheng, Miaocheng, Zhonghai, and Longdu, many of which are full of dust.

Zhu Changsheng picked up the phone and asked, then smiled at Ye Fan:

"The Song family is offering a reward of 100 billion, seeking famous doctors to treat Song Wansan."

He said in a playful tone: "So all those with a bit of fame came over, bringing teams and equipment, and even Hua Qingfeng from Longdu came out of the mountain."

"100 billion?"

Ye Fan said in surprise: "This is too generous."

Although Ye Fan got 200 billion US dollars from Huo Caigua, it was the other party's last resort to pay for his life.

This is the first time Ye Fan has seen someone like the Song family offering a reward of tens of billions of dollars. No wonder famous doctors from all over the world rushed over.

At the same time, Ye Fan showed a bit of surprise, how could Song Jinyu offer a reward to save Song Wansan like this?
It stands to reason that he should delay as much as possible until Song Wansan died.

But Ye Fan didn't say anything, just waited and watched.

Seeing Zhu Changsheng's car, the guards of the Song family went to report immediately.

Not long after, a group of men and women in Chinese clothes came out to welcome them.

The one who took the lead was a white-haired man, thin and small, with a slightly hunchbacked back, but he walked vigorously, and it could be seen that he was a vigorous and resolute person.

Zhu Changsheng whispered to Ye Fan: "Song Jinyu."

"Mr. Zhu, you are here, I am sorry to welcome you from afar."

Song Jinyu greeted him with strides, with an indescribably bright smile:

"The old man is seriously ill and is bedridden, so he can't welcome you far away. Please forgive me."

He also took advantage of the opportunity to glance at Ye Fan and several doctors, with an eager expression that could not see the city.

Zhu Changsheng got out of the car with Ye Fan and the others, held Song Jinyu's hand and smiled, "I heard that the Song family offered a reward of tens of billions, so I'll bring the medical team to join in the fun."

He made the purpose reasonable without leaving a trace.

"Mr. Zhu was joking."

Song Jinyu laughed heartily: "The Zhu family is one of the five wealthy families in China. How can a mere tens of billions fall into the eyes of Mr. Zhu?"

"Mr. Zhu came with a medical team, so I can only say that the old man has a good friend, and Nanling has a good parent officer."

Song Jinyu was also impeccable, and then shook hands with Ye Fan and the others one by one, and sincerely shouted for everyone's hard work.

"I was also seriously ill a few days ago, but was cured by this medical team."

Zhu Changsheng smiled warmly: "Now that Mr. Song is seriously ill, I will bring them over to have a look, hoping to help a little."

"After all, I have been with Mr. Song for many years, and the Song family has given me great help."

He sighed with emotion: "If I don't do my best, I am ashamed of my friendship over the years."

"Mr. Zhu, you are being polite. The old man and the Song family are very grateful for your kindness."

Song Jinyu tilted his hand slightly: "Please, please come inside, today's medical consultations with doctors from all over the world, the old man is in Feilai Pavilion, he must be very happy to see you."

Zhu Changsheng smiled: "Let's go."

Under Song Jinyu's personal guidance, Ye Fan and the others quickly went up to the top of the mountain in a patrol car, and then walked into a Feilai Pavilion covering an area of ​​nearly a thousand square meters.

Feilai Pavilion stands on the top of the mountain, leaning on the edge of the cliff. Looking through the window, you can see the vast river, and in the distance, there is the No. [-] Nanling Bridge.

The scenery is superb.

When Ye Fan walked into the hall, he found that besides a dozen bodyguards and servants, there were also dozens of well-known doctors from all over the world.

At the innermost side of the hall, there is a wooden bed made of huanghuali, with a quilt spread on the bed, and a frail old man in Tang suit lying on it.

The old man looked 70 years old, with a yellow and thin complexion, not only his cheeks were shriveled and dull, his eye sockets were sunken, and his arms that fell outside were as thin as bamboo poles.

With a height of 1.8 meters, it looks like a hundred catties, which shows that the body is seriously worn out.

There are many advanced medical instruments around him, monitoring his body index with flickering lights.

Obviously this is Song Wansan.

At this moment, dozens of doctors are lining up to take Song Wansan's pulse or examine him.

Beside Song Wansan, there were also an old man in gray clothes and a fat middle-aged woman.

The gray-clothed old man was thin and thin, with age spots on his face.

While looking at Song Wansan's situation, he apologized to the diagnostician:

"I'm really sorry, Chen Jishi's incompetence has alarmed everyone."

Obviously he is Chen Jishi, the Queen's doctor of the Song family.

While the fat woman wore a mask and said nothing, she was as dull as a piece of wood, and she was not noticeable, but Ye Fan felt that she was exuding a chill.

"However, in order not to waste everyone's time, let me first show you the intuitive situation of Song Lao."

When Ye Fan was curious, Chen Jishi grabbed Song Wansan's left hand and carefully raised his sleeve.

Dozens of doctors didn't take it seriously at first, but they were in an uproar when they saw it.

Ye Fan and Zhu Changsheng's eyelids twitched.

I saw Song Wansan's left arm, and there was an unforgettable scene of tragedy.

Dozens of knife scars were drawn on it, staggered horizontally and vertically, with different shades, but all of them were fierce and piercing into the flesh.

Shocking.

Judging from the extent of the scars, these scars were left over the past few months, and some of them had just scabbed over.

What kind of pain or stress does it have to be so self-harming?
Seeing this condition, 35 doctors immediately withdrew 20 of them.

Although the remaining 15 people were still queuing up, their arrogance lost more than half of their faces. While giving a diagnosis to Song Wansan, they asked Chen Jishi at the same time.

See if your diagnosis may have missed anything.

Chen Jishi also answered one by one, and shared the medical records of these days.

Ye Fan didn't listen to what he said, but stared at Chen Jishi's age spots and meditated more.

"Father, Mr. Zhu..."

Song Jinyu was about to go forward to inform the old man of Zhu Changsheng's arrival, but Zhu Changsheng gently stretched out his hand and grabbed him.

Zhu Changsheng said lightly: "Don't engage in those complicated etiquettes, let the doctor see the old man first."

Song Jinyu nodded lightly: "Mr. Zhu has a heart."

Zhu Changsheng looked at the old man with white hair and childlike face again:

"Unexpectedly, Miracle Doctor Hua also came. It seems that he has been in the mountains for ten years."

Miracle doctor Hua looks 80 years old, wearing a long gown and hat, with a faint medicinal fragrance permeating his body, he is very fairy-like.

In the past, the top doctor in Longdu, Hua Qingfeng.

"It's been 12 years."

Song Jinyu smiled: "My father has a little friendship with Doctor Hua, and he just learned a set of lost acupuncture methods, and he came out of the mountain after I begged."

Zhu Changsheng said with his hands behind his back, "With his old man's help, Mr. Song will definitely turn the danger into a blessing this time."

"With the genius doctor Hua taking action today, I don't think you will be needed, but you are all here, let's make the icing on the cake."

He waved his hands at Ye Fan and the others.

Ye Fan moved his footsteps and joined the team with a few doctors.

Fifteen doctors went up two at a time to check, and Ye Fan waited for a long time before standing in front of Song Wansan.

The last batch of people who checked were Hua Qingfeng and others. Hua Qingfeng frowned while feeling his pulse while asking Chen Jishi for other information.

Chen Jishi responded to his question respectfully.

After a full 15 minutes, Hua Qingfeng got up and left.

Although Song Wansan was dying, he still had a trace of consciousness, so he nodded slightly when the doctor greeted him, and occasionally said thank you.

Chen Jishi also served him with all his heart.

The middle-aged fat woman didn't move, she just lowered her head, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

It was Ye Fan's turn. He pretended to let the Western medicine doctor record the condition of the equipment, and then he gave Song Wansan his pulse without attracting attention.

In just a few seconds, Ye Fan's face changed slightly, and his eyes became incredulous.

He lowered his head and stared at Song Wansan.

Song Wansan didn't speak, just opened his eyes slightly, and looked at Ye Fan motionless...

Those eyes are like an abyss, unfathomable...

(End of this chapter)