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

Chapter 645
Chapter 640 The sixth is over
Confidante and Baiyao?

Seeing these four words, Tang Ruoxue narrowed her eyes, and looked at Ye Fan with probing eyes.

Ye Fan knew what she was thinking, shook her hand and said, "I'll tell you later, I'll deal with the patient's injury first."

Tang Ruoxue didn't ask Ye Fan to answer immediately as usual, instead she returned the confidante and the white medicine to Ye Fan obediently.

"I know that Hongxingbaiyao is defective, so I formulated Hongyanbaiyao for it, which happens to be able to eliminate the sequelae of Hongxingbaiyao."

Ye Fan handed the ointment to the middle-aged man and his wife: "The production is in a hurry, and the medicinal materials are expensive. The price is one thousand, and each person is limited to one bottle."

"Jinzhilin sells it, and Bo'ai Hospital also sells it."

Ye Fan added: "If there is any adverse reaction after using it, Jin Zhilin will treat him for free and compensate ten times the cost of the ointment."

"Buy, buy, I'll buy two bottles."

The middle-aged man paid 2000 yuan directly, as long as his son can be calmed down and his left arm is repaired, he is willing to pay any amount.

Tang Fenghua quickly collected the money, and then took out a bottle of ointment for the middle-aged man.

Ye Fan had someone deliver 2000 boxes last night, enough for more than [-] people to buy.

Many patients present were talking about it, and they were very surprised by the effect of this ointment.

However, not many people bought it at the scene. Apart from the price being a bit expensive, there was also the worry that the middle-aged man was Ye Fan's entrustment.

After all, there has been so much news in the past few days, and everyone knows to some extent the grievances between Ye Fan and Wang Qiaochu.

The middle-aged man and the beautiful woman stayed with their son for another half an hour, and left happily after confirming that the son was completely fine.

"Ye Fan, Ye Fan, save my uncle..."

Almost as soon as they left, a few more Hummers drove up.

Zheng Junqing and the others moved Zheng Qiankun's wheelchair out of the car.

Zheng Qiankun was also tied up, with blood-stained gauze wrapped around his abdomen, and his expression was indescribably painful and uncomfortable.

"My uncle didn't know what happened last night. The wound after the operation suddenly itched in the middle of the night, and the itching was very uncomfortable."

"He couldn't help scratching for a long time, and it was difficult to stop. Now not only the wound was scratched open, but also infected."

"The doctor applied several bottles of Hongxing Baiyao to him, but it could only stop the bleeding but not the itching, so he scratched it again after two hours."

"Uncle survived last night on painkillers. When he checked in the morning, the doctor said that the wound had deteriorated and a lot of flesh needed to be cut off."

"But in that case, he will have to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. If he moves a little bit or tears, his life will be worse than death."

"I beg you to save uncle quickly, he will bite his tongue and kill himself if he is so uncomfortable."

Zheng Qiankun and the others were very reluctant to ask Ye Fan for help, always worried that the latter would do something to the wound, but now only Ye Fan can handle it.

They can only bow their heads.

Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and said, "Mr. Zheng, didn't I tell you the day before yesterday that there is something wrong with this Red Star Baiyao."

"If you use it, not only will it not heal the wound, but it will aggravate your injury."

He sighed softly: "You just don't listen, and now life is worse than death."

Zheng Qiankun's body shook, and he looked up at Ye Fan in shock: "Is there something wrong with the medicine?"

Ye Fan leaned over to check Zheng Qiankun's injury: "If you don't believe me, you can apply it a few more times."

"No, no, I believe it."

Zheng Qiankun's eyelids twitched: "Doctor Ye, I'm the one who was arrogant, I'm sorry, please forgive me."

Although the pain and itching hit his head, Zheng Qiankun still caught something in his heart.

This guess made him feel turbulent.

"Ye Fan, don't talk about it now, my uncle is very uncomfortable, you should treat his wound first."

Zheng Junqing pulled Ye Fan and made a request: "If you get a tetanus, you will be in big trouble."

Zheng Qiankun also spoke out with difficulty: "Doctor Ye, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"This injury can be cured, but the price is a bit expensive."

Ye Fan looked at Zheng Qiankun and Zheng Junqing: "The consultation fee is one billion, and I promise to make Mr. Zheng recover."

"Don't think I'm talking too much. First, Mr. Zheng's life is worth a lot, and second, you can claim compensation from Wang Qiaochu."

"If there is no problem, I will treat it. If you think the price is too high, you can go to the People's Hospital."

Ye Fan wanted to borrow the knife from the Zheng family to deal a heavy blow to Wang Qiaochu.

"Cure! Cure!"

Zheng Qiankun said without hesitation: "I'll give the money right away!"

He is a decisive person, he did not bargain with Ye Fan, and simply gave one billion.

Zheng Junqing felt that Ye Fan's slaughter was too ruthless, but seeing his uncle agreeing happily, he shut up wisely.

After receiving the money, Ye Fan took Zheng Qiankun into the middle ward, gave him acupuncture and moxibustion, and applied confidante and white medicine after relieving the pain.

After more than three hours of tossing, the operation was completed. Although Zheng Qiankun was still very weak, he could no longer feel any pain or itching.

He stayed for another two hours, confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his body, thanked Ye Fan a thousand times, and then asked Zheng Junqing to take him home.

"Uncle, Ye Fan just opened his mouth like a lion, and you won't pay back the price."

On the moving car, Zheng Junqing looked at Zheng Qiankun: "I think [-] million is too much, you give him back [-] billion."

Although Ye Fan did rejuvenate Zheng Qiankun's body back to normal and healed his old injuries, but thinking of a billion is still a pain in the flesh.

"Give Ye Fan one billion. One is that I want to end the torture as soon as possible, and the other is that I want to make friends with him."

Zheng Qiankun narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed: "You and I underestimated Ye Fan."

"His medical skills are indeed good, but the biggest reliance is Ye Zhendong."

Zheng Junqing disagrees:
"Without Ye Zhendong, if we crushed him to death, it would be like crushing an ant. We wouldn't be in the current embarrassment at all."

"Look, he and Tang Ruoxue together are not enough for Wang Qiaochu to slap with one hand."

He still has resentment towards Ye Fan: "If he leaves Ye Zhendong aside and fights with us, he will die sooner or later."

"stupid!"

Zheng Qiankun snorted: "Analyze and analyze for me, is Ruoxue's secret recipe prepared by Ye Fan, or did Wang Qiaochu buy it at a high price?"

He reached out and touched the wound, and the pain was no longer there, but when he thought of Ye Fan's deep eyes, his liver hurt.

"I admit this, [-]% of it was prepared by Ye Fan."

Zheng Junqing expressed her opinion: "After all, Wang Qiaochu has this secret recipe, and he has produced it long ago."

"Furthermore, Wang's Baiyao used to monopolize the market with five-star products, and they haven't made enough money this time around. It's not in line with maximizing profits to produce six-star products."

"The reason why Hongxing Baiyao quickly registered the patent and went on the market is nothing more than that he stole it and blocked Ye Fan and Tang Ruoxue before they could sell the product."

"By the way, give Ye Fan a hard bite..."

"So what if the secret recipe belongs to Ye Fan?"

"Isn't Wang Qiaochu taking it as his own right now? In turn, Ye Fan lost his wife and lost his army."

"Writing the secret recipe can only say that Ye Fan is also good at medicine. Compared with Wang Qiaochu, the way of the world is far behind."

Zheng Junqing came to a conclusion: "You said we underestimated Ye Fan, but I think we overestimated him."

Seeing Ye Fan being suppressed like this by Wang Qiaochu and the others, Zheng Junqing underestimated Ye Fan again.

"The secret recipe that Ye Fan prepared himself was taken away by Wang Qiaochu's tricks. You think Ye Fan is a good person..."

Zheng Qiankun's tone was meaningful: "Then have you ever thought that Ye Fan deliberately let Wang Qiaochu take away the secret recipe?"

Zheng Junqing smiled: "Wang Qiaochu intentionally let Wang Qiaochu take away the hundreds of billions of secret recipes, which is equivalent to giving money. Ye Fan is out of his mind?"

"What if there is a problem with the secret recipe?"

Zheng Qiankun's voice suddenly became sharp: "Patients who have used Hongxing Baiyao all have the same itches as me, so why would life be better than death?"

Zheng Junqing's smile froze instantly.

He shuddered, looked at Zheng Qiankun in disbelief and shouted: "Uncle, you mean Ye Fan set up a trap for Wang Qiaochu?"

Zheng Qiankun didn't answer, just looking at the sunset outside the window:

"Yuan Hua is finished, Wang Qiaochu is finished..."

(End of this chapter)