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

Chapter 559 Entering the Vision of Hengdian

Chapter 560 Entering the Vision of Hengdian

Killing the people in Bird Clothes Lane, and asking Bird Clothes Lane to confess...

The middle-aged fat man fell to the ground straight, with aggrieved expression on his face until he died.

He wanted to ridicule Ye Zhendong's arrogance, but his extinguished vitality told him that Ye Zhendong was not joking.

There was also surprise on Ye Fan's face, Ye Zhendong's strength was beyond his imagination.

It never occurred to him that the man who was a walking corpse a week ago was now crushing the killer in Bird Clothes Lane with one hand.

20 years ago, Ye Fan, the second master of Ye Tang, recalled what Wang Qingwu said, and he didn't take it seriously at the time, but looking at it now, Ye Zhendong is really extraordinary.

With the death of the middle-aged fat man and the others, the danger of the tree-lined path dissipated in an instant, and there were still a few fish that slipped through the net, but no one dared to take another shot.

Even the middle-aged fat man was killed in seconds, so what can they do against Ye Zhendong?

Ye Fan pushed Ye Zhendong to move on.

Just as their figures disappeared, a few more people appeared in the forest with serious expressions. While cleaning up the corpses, they took out their mobile phones and typed...

A masked woman spoke respectfully to her mobile phone:
"Master Haizhu, the mission failed, Wu Gou and the others were killed."

There was no emotional ups and downs on the other end of the phone: "Why are you still alive?"

The woman in the mask replied in a low voice: "The other party preemptively killed half of the people. They didn't kill a few of us. They kept it to report to you."

"This Ye Fan... is really beyond my expectation. It seems that the legendary land has no water."

The other end of the phone sighed with emotion, and then changed the subject: "What message does Ye Fan want you to send?"

"It wasn't Ye Fan who killed Wu Gou and the others, it was Ye Zhendong, the disabled man of Ye Tang, but he should have recovered."

The masked woman hesitated and said:
"He wants us to send a message that whoever picks up Ye Fan will offer a reward, and whoever picks it up will kill himself, otherwise he will kill himself in the main hall of Bird Clothes Lane."

"what?"

Master Haizhu's voice suddenly raised: "The Eastern King is well..."

He was moved for the first time.

"Ye Fan, I heard that you took over Hua Lao's Qingfengtang?"

When the killer in Bird Clothes Lane was reporting, Ye Zhendong was cleaning the Hidden Sword, and continued to chat with Ye Fanla: "Business is booming, isn't it?"

"It took over a few days ago."

Ye Fan put away his thoughts about Ye Zhendong, smiled and said:
"But the eight great physicians were all driven away by me."

Then he put it simply:
"I'm like a polished commander now, and I can't even recruit a handyman, so let's not talk about a hot business."

"But it's okay, I'll take the opportunity to rest for a while, otherwise I'll be too busy once the hospital fires up."

If it wasn't for worrying about Hua Yanyu and Tang Fenghua's emotions, Ye Fan really hoped that Qingfengtang would be empty.

"The doctor is kind."

Ye Zhendong had a little more appreciation for Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, you are rare."

He once worried that Ye Fan, who had lost 20 years of elite education, would be tainted with disgust in society, but now he saw that Ye Fan's character was completely passed.

This made him completely relieved, and he didn't have to worry about Ye Fan's return to Ye Tang, making the whole situation dark and turbulent.

Ye Fan waved his hand: "Thank you, Uncle Dong, for your appreciation."

"By the way, Ye Fan, Mr. Hua told me one thing when he was retreating, I almost forgot to tell you."

Ye Zhendong suddenly slapped his head and remembered something, and then took out a piece of paper from the interlayer of the wheelchair and gave it to Ye Fan:
"The five-yearly Hua Tuo Cup Traditional Chinese Medicine Competition will be held at the county level in each region next Wednesday."

He added: "Elder Hua signed up for you, you should remember to participate when the time comes."

Ye Fan couldn't help being taken aback: "Chinese medicine competition?"

"What is Mr. Hua doing? I'm still going to participate in the Chinese medicine competition?"

He was a little dumbfounded:
"Doesn't this make me bully people? Besides, it means nothing to me."

Ye Fan's philosophy, whether it is Chinese medicine or Western medicine, as long as it can save people, it is a good medical skill, so unless he has to, he seldom compares his medical skills with others.

Now that Hua Qingfeng suddenly asked Ye Fan to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup, Ye Fan was completely confused.

"Hua Lao said, firstly, let you see and see how far you can go, and stimulate your greater interest in medical skills."

Ye Zhendong expected Ye Fan's reaction, patted the back of his hand and said with a smile:

"Second, I hope you can win the championship and give yourself an official title."

"In this way, no one will say that you have become a monk halfway, and no one will say that you are a barefoot doctor."

"The Hua Tuo Cup champion not only has a place in the medical field, but also has the opportunity to become a national treasure."

He encouraged Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, I think you can give it a try."

Ye Fan scratched his head: "Uncle Dong, I don't need those false names. I study medicine not for the approval of others."

Although Ye Fan's diagnosis and treatment fees are often astronomical, he still enjoys the sense of accomplishment in saving lives and healing the wounded.

"Ye Fan, I know your temperament, I don't need those things to decorate myself."

Ye Zhendong burst into a smile, and still persuaded unhurriedly:

"But this person, after all, is inseparable from all kinds of interpersonal relationships in life, and some false names can avoid a lot of trouble."

"Besides, even if you are not interested in those false names, if you become the champion of the Hua Tuo Cup, Qingfengtang will also become a hit, so you don't have to worry about the source of customers."

"One more thing, Mr. Hua hopes that you can promote Chinese medicine in the future, so that he won't have any regrets in a hundred years."

"And inheritance is inseparable from authority and official recognition."

He added in a calm tone: "I think this is one of the reasons why he arranged for you to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup."

Ye Fan's heart moved slightly: "Uncle Dong, you and Mr. Hua want me to be gilded."

He vaguely felt that whether it was taking over Qingfengtang or participating in the Hua Tuo Cup, there was a sense of letting himself stand out.

"Gold plating is also a manifestation of ability."

Ye Zhendong crushed Ye Fan's last hesitation:
"I think your adoptive parents should also be very happy to see you become famous."

"Row!"

Ye Fan let out a long breath, picked up the registration receipt and glanced at it: "I'll join in the fun then."

"Hahaha, good boy, let's go to the Great Buddha Temple."

Ye Zhendong looked relieved: "I want Buddha to bless you to win the championship smoothly."

Half an hour later, at the Great Buddha Temple, Ye Zhendong finished offering incense, and asked Ye Fan to help him pay for the sesame oil, while he waited outside.

Just after he came out of the sandalwood smoke, Ye Zhendong's phone vibrated.

He put on the Bluetooth headset, and soon Hua Qingfeng's voice came: "Zhendong, did Ye Fan agree to participate in the Hua Tuo Cup?"

"He wasn't interested at first, but I persuaded him to agree."

Ye Zhendong looked at the green hills in the distance:
"Hua Lao, do you want him to win this championship, so that he will look more glamorous when he enters Yetang in the future?"

The Hua Tuo Cup, which is held every five years, is not only a grand event in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China, but also attracts the attention of the whole of China, and it will be highly recognized by both the people and the government.

The gold content is no less than that of an academician.

"wrong."

Huaqingfeng's voice is like the wind blowing through the northern wilderness:

"I want him to enter Hengdian's field of vision..."

(End of this chapter)