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

Chapter 549 Yetang Town East
Chapter 550 Yetang Town East
Hearing the secretary's report, Wang Qingwu shuddered, her pretty face turned pale instantly.

She walked out in a daze, Ye Fan worried that something might happen to her, so hurriedly followed.

Getting into the Porsche, Wang Qingwu was in a hurry and didn't start the car for half a minute.

Ye Fan couldn't see it, moved her to the passenger seat, and then sat in the driving position to start the car.

After asking for the address, the car sped out with a bang and went straight to the Dongshan Sanatorium fifteen kilometers away.

Along the way, Wang Qingwu lost her agility and smile, and just held on to her seat belt tightly, staring straight ahead.

There is no doubt that 'Young Master Ye' is very important to her.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine."

While stepping on the accelerator, Ye Fan comforted Wang Qingwu:
"As long as he still has breath, I will definitely save him."

Hearing Ye Fan's words, Wang Qingwu's pretty face turned red, and she looked at Ye Fan gratefully:
"Ye Fan, thank you."

Ye Fan hesitated and said, "It can be seen that he is very important to you, who is he?"

Wang Qingwu had great trust in Ye Fan, so when she heard his curiosity, she told him without hesitation.

That Young Master Ye, named Ye Zhendong, was a core member of Ye Tang, and was once one of Ye Tang's few masters, and made a lot of contributions to Ye Tang.

More than 20 years ago, he rescued the young Wang Qingwu who was kidnapped, and rescued her from the militants one by one.

Also more than 20 years ago, he escorted Mrs. Ye back to China to visit relatives, but was attacked by a powerful enemy. He defended Mrs. Ye from swords and arrows, and was poisoned.

In the end, although he survived, his legs were unable to stand up, and the tendons in his hands were severely injured, so he could only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

For his safety, Ye Tang sent him back to Longdu to recuperate.

This recuperation is 20 years.

These 20 years have not only made Ye Zhendong gradually depressed, but also made him addicted to alcohol. Although there are many people visiting him, his heart is almost dead.

Unable to stand up and hold a sword, life would be worse than death for Ye Zhendong. Fortunately, Wang Qingwu encouraged him these years, otherwise he would have committed suicide.

Seeing that he lost value to Ye Tang, Ye Zhendong's former enemy gradually became arrogant, shouting to kill him with his own hands to pay the blood.

So in the past few years, many forces have sneaked into the dragon and want to sacrifice other people's heads.

After all, no matter how good-for-nothing Ye Zhendong is, he is also in the blood of Ye Tang, one of the four masters of Ye Tang in the past, so killing him is of great significance.

"This year, this is the fourth attack."

Wang Qingwu smiled wryly:
"Uncle Ye used to kill too many enemies and have a lot of blood feuds, so after 20 years, they still miss his head."

"Those people all hope that before Uncle Ye dies of old age or commits suicide...kill him."

"Half an hour ago, Uncle Ye was basking in the sun, and the guard turned around to get a piece of clothing, and someone shot a cold arrow and wounded him."

She looked ahead and murmured, "Uncle Ye, you must live well, I'm still waiting for you to be my witness."

Ye Fan pursed his lips slightly, unexpectedly meeting Ye Tang's people again.

But from what Wang Qingwu said, Ye Zhendong is as upright as Mo Qianxiong.

While speaking, the car quickly arrived at Dongshan Sanatorium.

This sanatorium has nothing to do with the government, it is a private investment, so most of the residents are rich people, the service is good, but the security force is not as good as that of the official sanatorium.

Wang Qingwu took out her ID, Ye Fan passed without hindrance, and soon came to the door of a small villa.

There are not only a lot of security guards at the door, but also police patrols. There are more than a dozen cars parked on both sides, and two hospital ambulances.

Ye Fan followed Wang Qingwu in, and soon saw a crowd of people in the middle of the hall, including police officers, doctors, guards, and officials.

There is a wheelchair between them.

Sitting in a wheelchair was a middle-aged man in his 40s.

Square face, aquiline nose, wrinkled face, dull eyes, extremely listless.

Gauze was wrapped around his shoulder, and blood was dripping from it, as if he had been shot by an arrow.

The wound has been treated, and the instrument coefficients also show that his body is not in danger, but Ye Zhendong has no emotional ups and downs.

With gray hair, Ye Fan not only felt his aging, but also felt a sense of death.

The walking dead, nothing more.

"Uncle Ye—"

Wang Qingwu squeezed through the crowd asking about their health, and came to Ye Zhendong and whispered: "Are you okay?"

When Ye Zhendong, who was motionless, saw Wang Qingwu appear, his dull gaze finally changed a bit.

But he still didn't speak

Wang Qingwu's eyes were full of guilt: "Uncle Ye, I'm sorry, I should send you more bodyguards..."

"Qing Wu, let me go, I'll give Xiao Ye acupuncture."

At this time, there was a shout from outside the door, and then, Hua Qingfeng led Hua Yanyu and the others hurriedly came from outside.

The speed was so fast that Hua Qingfeng ignored Ye Fan's existence.

Just as Wang Qingwu stood up and stepped aside, Hua Qingfeng stood in front of Ye Zhendong and sighed:

"For Xiaoye, the arrow injury is nothing, the important thing is the legs and hands."

"As long as he can stand up again and pick up the sword again, everything will be fine for him, otherwise, I'm afraid he won't last this year."

Hua Qingfeng obviously understood Ye Zhendong's temperament very well, he patted the latter's thigh:

"Xiaoye, I'll show you "Three Talents Tong You" again."

"I used this acupuncture method to cure more than a dozen people with leg problems, some of which were even worse than yours, but I don't know why it didn't work for you."

Hua Qingfeng revealed a bit of regret. He studied "Three Talents to the Serenity" painstakingly, and he also treated more than a dozen people in the hope of curing Ye Zhendong.

Too bad it hasn't worked.

"But don't worry, I will do my best. Even if I can't cure it, I will hire a little doctor for you."

There was light in his eyes: "His medical skills are better than mine, so it should be helpful to you."

Hearing Hua Qingfeng's words, Ye Zhendong didn't react or make a sound, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The doctors present also shook their heads slightly, thinking that Hua Qingfeng was simply comforting Ye Zhendong.

Hua Qingfeng was at his wit's end, so the rest of the doctors could do nothing.

Hua Qingfeng smiled and didn't say anything else. He picked up the silver needle and gave Ye Zhendong acupuncture, not caring about the dozens of doctors around him watching.

On the contrary, Hua Yanyu moved from time to time, blocking the eyes of people around her, as if she didn't want others to learn her grandfather's acupuncture techniques.

Half an hour later, Hua Qingfeng finished the acupuncture and was sweating profusely.

"Strange, there is still no progress, it shouldn't be."

"The meridians are kinked, and the qi and blood are not smooth. If you go on "Three Talents Tongyou", you should see immediate results."

He took his pulse and couldn't help shaking his head: "What's wrong?"

"His paralysis lies not in his form, but in his heart."

A voice came out calmly:
"He can't stand up, the most fundamental reason is that he has a knot in his heart..."

Ye Zhendong's long and narrow eyes suddenly flashed a light...

(End of this chapter)