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

Chapter 609 On Fire
Chapter 610 On Fire
Zheng Qiankun didn't take it seriously at first.

Although Ye Fan has a good reputation for his medical skills, he still trusts the instrument data more, because that is the real quantification of the disease.

But Ye Fan just stretched out his hand to feel his pulse, and told his situation, and also pointed out the unknown injury, Zheng Qiankun couldn't help being shocked.

You must know that the knife wound in the abdomen has been stabbed for more than ten years. It was left by a mercenary with a military stab, and few people know it at all.

But Ye Fan said it outright, and clearly pointed out his pain over the years.

The wounds torn out by military thorns were too large and deep. In addition, they were eager to work and make meritorious service. The wounds were not treated well and then went to the front line. As a result, the root cause of the disease fell.

In the cold winter, the wound stings extremely, as if being torn open again.

The scar was also flushed countless times, and it took Zheng Qiankun half a month to return to normal.

He also checked, but found nothing serious. Now that Ye Fan said it, he narrowed his eyes:

"Doctor Ye is indeed a genius doctor, he can diagnose my condition by taking the pulse at hand."

"It's just that this trauma shouldn't be a big deal, right?"

He put on a half-smile: "Doctor Ye said that grass will grow on my grave next year, is he trying to intimidate me on purpose?"

While speaking, his eyes became extremely sharp, staring at Ye Fan's expression, trying to judge whether he was scaring himself.

It's just that Ye Fan didn't have any waves on his face:

"Winter is here again. It won't be long before your wound will expand and contract. Then you will know if I'm scaring you."

He picked up a piece of paper and tore it with a snap, then glued it, then tore it again, glued it again, and tore it again...

After repeating this process, when they were glued again, the white paper was broken and still soft, and it couldn't be glued well.

Zheng Qiankun's eyelids twitched:
"You mean the muscles on both sides of my wound are broken like this piece of white paper?"

He didn't want to believe it, but when he thought that the pain in the wound was going on for longer and longer, his heart became heavy again.

"almost!"

Ye Fan said lightly:
"Of course, the most important thing is that when you are old, neither blood production nor healing speed is as good as before."

"This winter, if your wound is torn a few times, there is a high probability that it will not be able to heal again, and forced manual sutures will also easily tear."

"At that time, it means that you have been stabbed again, and it is still the kind that cannot be healed and stitched."

"Tell me, is the grass on your grave going to grow?"

At this time, Ye Fan poured Zheng Qiankun a cup of tea to show his kindness.

Zheng Qiankun held the cup, with a gleam in his eyes:
"If treatment is required, how will Dr. Ye treat it?"

When he said this, his eyes were still fixed on Ye Fan, trying to see something from his face.

"It's simple."

"While the flesh and blood still have a little healing ability, take the initiative to cut the wound, remove the rotten flesh left over the years, and then apply wound medicine."

Ye Fan calmly greeted Zheng Qiankun's gaze:

"Then manual suturing allows the wound to heal completely inside and out, and finally drink Chinese medicine to recuperate slowly."

"In this way, as long as your wound is not torn apart by brute force in the future, it will not open from time to time, and you will not have to face life and death."

"Of course, there is a premise here, that is, the wound medicine must reach six stars, otherwise it will be difficult to heal the wound left by the military stab."

After finishing speaking, Ye Fan leaned back on his seat: "Mr. Zheng can think about it."

"Cutting, removing flesh, applying medicine, suturing, conditioning..."

Zheng Qiankun nodded slightly, and then asked: "There are only five-star wound medicines in the market, but Dr. Ye has six-star wound medicines?"

"Give me a little time, I can prepare it."

Ye Fanfeng smiled lightly: "But I want a reward of [-] million."

"Remuneration is not a problem, but for the treatment of this injury, I have to go back and arrange it."

Zheng Qiankun smiled and said: "You know, as the year approaches, there are many things to do, and it's not easy to spare time to heal."

Ye Fan followed with a smile and said:

"I can understand, but Mr. Zheng better speed up. In your case, it is estimated that you can tear it up three times."

Zheng Qiankun stood up: "Okay, I will reply to Dr. Ye as soon as possible."

Then, he shook hands with Ye Fan, chatted for a few words, then turned and left, and Polygonum multiflorum was not taken away.

"Ye Fan, do you want to heal his wounds?"

After Zheng Qiankun and his gang disappeared, Ye Zhendong came out from the corridor, obviously overhearing the conversation just now.

"I am a doctor and he is a patient. If he is willing to allow me to treat him, I will read [-] million copies and save his life."

Ye Fan hurriedly sat up and poured Ye Zhendong a cup of tea:

"However, judging from Zheng Qiankun's expression just now, he will never let me treat him."

"He is suspicious by nature, and he has a lot of trouble with me. If I treat him with such enthusiasm, he must be plotting something wrong in his heart."

"So it is enough to know my treatment method, and I will never touch the wound."

"He will be worried that I will do something to make him die silently."

"He will use a trustworthy person to deal with the wound according to the method I said."

Ye Fan obviously saw through Zheng Qiankun's mind: "This also shows that his summation is hypocritical."

"Then you didn't make a diagnosis for nothing?"

Ye Zhendong laughed out loud:
"But I haven't received [-] million, and the three Polygonum multiflorum plants are not bad."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, his mouth was inaudible:
"One more person has entered the game, it seems that I want Tang Ruoxue to produce samples as soon as possible..."

In the next two days, Ye Fan didn't sit in the clinic again, nor asked about Zheng Qiankun. After contacting Tang Ruoxue, he set up a project team as quickly as possible.

The two recruited troops to operate Ruoxue Baiyao.

This project is related to the Tang Group's strategy for the next three years. Tang Ruoxue personally took charge of everything, and even visited the office building decoration several times.

On the afternoon of the third day, Tang Ruoxue called Ye Fan and asked him to go to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical R&D Center to see what else needed to be purchased.

Ye Fan didn't hesitate, and told Tang Feng to go to Ruoxue Pharmaceutical after spending some time.

Although this office building is located in a remote place, it is only three small buildings with seven floors, but it is enough for research and development personnel.

"It's on fire, it's on fire, the electric car is on fire."

The car had just arrived at the target, Ye Fan got out of the car, and before he entered the gate, he heard a burst of explosions.

Then there was a panicked scream.

When he looked up, he saw that the stairs of the administrative office building were glowing red. First, the first floor was in flames, and then the second and third floors were quickly siphoned and exploded.

Soon, the entire office building was filled with black smoke and flames shot into the sky.

The heat wave can be felt tens of meters away.

The speed is so fast that there is no reaction at all.

The office building screamed, and then, the entrance and exit on the other side were opened.

The crowd kept pouring out, including decoration workers, employees such as Gao Jing, and Aunt Lin Qi and others.

Everyone was panicked, their legs trembled, and Aunt Lin Qi fell several times, obviously suffering a lot.

"what happened?"

Ye Fan rushed forward, grabbed Gao Jing and asked, "Why is it on fire?"

"A renovation worker's electric car battery exploded, setting a pile of renovation materials and curtains on fire."

Gao Jing said to Ye Fan with a gray face: "Fortunately, I ran fast, if I ran slower, I would be blocked."

She was terrified.

Ye Fan glanced at the crowd: "Where is Mr. Tang?"

"Boss Tang?"

Gao Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then she groaned, her pretty face panicked:

"It's not good, after Mr. Tang quarreled with Aunt Lin and the others, he went to the seventh floor to relax..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw Ye Fan rushing into the flames like a whirlwind...

(End of this chapter)