Rebirth: The Abandoned Cultivator

Said Ye Tianyang long and go, but can't calm down in the Golden Gate International.

Everyone did not know what to do. Wang Zhiming sat on the ground with a decadent face. Liu Yu was in tears, as if he had never seen anything more terrible in his life.

Half a ring, someone gradually came up to comfort the two people.

"Wang Shao, that ye Tian has lost his identity. Even if he stole the limelight today, it's only temporary, but he can fight a little."

"Yes, even if he can fight again, can he fight a gun? In this society, it's not just a little brute force! Last time I heard my father say that a champion in Jiangnan was so inflated that he was shot secretly. He was not dead yet... "

Wang Zhiming's eyes are a little dull, but listening to different opinions, it's better to slow down.

"Yes! He's just a little bit of a brute now Wang Zhiming forcibly convinced himself and regained his courage. "More than a dozen people can't beat him. I can find more than 20, more than 30, or even hundreds of people. If you can fight again, aren't you still an abandoned son abandoned by the family?"

Wang Zhiming's father runs a famous five-star hotel in Jiangdu City. He has contacts with many officials and gangsters behind his back. If he wants to kill an ordinary person, it's like "the king of hell wants you to die at three o'clock, but you can't live until five o'clock."

Thinking of this, his eyes once again showed a look, with a touch of cold, said: "come on, get me a phone, I'll ask my father to find someone to kill him now!"

Not far away in a hospital of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Angelica, medlar, Euphorbia, notopterygium..." the old man in front of the counter pushed his glasses and frowned.

Ye Tian is knocking on the counter with his fingernails, playing with the jade pendant won by Wang Zhiming with his other hand. Even if it is hundreds of years later, he will not get rid of his ruffian.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as bohemian.

"I still don't understand..." the old man finally couldn't help but bend his big dipper's eyebrows. "Little brother, you don't have a prescription, and you don't have any connection with these medicines. Why do you want to catch a whole hundred thousand yuan?"

Ye Tian smiles. Traditional Chinese medicine is not cheap these days, but you can buy a lot for 100000 yuan. No wonder he asks.

"Because I have to do some research when I go back. I have a little opinion on medicine."

Prevaricate for a while, ye Tian tells the truth, he is not rich, this 100000 yuan is he just won Wang Zhiming, is all his money.

But he had to use these herbs.

The old man nodded, pushed his glasses, took down one kind of medicine from the scale and put it on another.

The traditional Chinese medicine hospital is much colder than the municipal hospital, and the corridor of the whole hospital is empty. But at this time, a few hurried figures ran in from the door, and the sound of footsteps broke the calm.

"Get out of the way, let's find Dr. Liu! Come on, where's Dr. Liu! "

The middle-aged man at the head of the group rushed over from the door and growled at the old man who was taking the medicine. Ye Tian was pushed to one side directly from the counter, as if the other side didn't see such a big living person.

Behind the man followed a petite figure, she was wearing a clean white dress, the corner of her eyes had not wiped tears, as if she had just cried.

"Uncle, we should line up..." this figure is wrongly pointing to Ye Tian, as if very afraid of the man with stubble in front of us.

"Yao Yao! What time is it? The old man is dying! " The man still ignores Ye Tian. He pats the counter and shouts at the old man who grabs the medicine.

His name is Qin Tianyu. He is the eldest son of a Qin group in Jiangdu. If he does business in black and white, few people don't know him.

But at the moment, the old man did not move. He still held the medicine for Lin Yi. He was still chanting the names of traditional Chinese medicine.

"Damn it, old man, you are deaf! Do you know who I am? I tell you, if the old man dies here today, you'll have to eat and go! " Although Qin Tianyu was fierce, he didn't know what the old man was like. Yu Guang from the corner of his eye kept looking at the door of the hospital.

The petite girl dare not say a word, standing behind the man, constantly sobbing.

This meeting, just a stretcher car was pushed in, the girl saw the people on the stretcher car, can no longer control, pear flower with rain cry.

Although Ye Tian didn't want to meddle in his own business, he glanced at the stretcher truck. It was a bony old man, but his face didn't look pale like any symptoms. On the contrary, he had some thick black air, which continued to expand from his forehead and accumulated in the center of his eyebrows."Dr. Liu is not here today. I'm also the attending doctor here. Push the patient to the ward and need surgery."

A fat man, bald to the hairline, didn't know where he came from. Wearing a brand-new white coat, he took over the stretcher and began to push it inside.

The corner of Lin Yi's eyes flashed, and he wanted to say nothing.

"Wait a minute." The one who opened his mouth was the old man who applied for medicine. "I've been in this hospital for decades, and I've never seen you, and the coat you're wearing is not from our hospital."

Just a little bit, the scene became extremely heavy up, the air vaguely only Qin Luoyao gently cry, quiet frightening.

"This old man, you can't talk nonsense..." the middle-aged man no longer pushed the stretcher, but walked towards the old man step by step.

"He's not talking nonsense," Lin Yi said. He didn't know what happened. He even said: "in the hospital of traditional Chinese medicine, I'm wearing the white coat of Western medicine, even spotless. I don't believe that doctors everywhere will change a new one every day."

"Besides, the old man's illness doesn't require any operation. Yintang has accumulated black but has spirit. He is weak but breathes steadily. It's not Qi and blood attacking the heart. It's obviously poisoning. "

Ye Tian still light mouth, this time no one can continue to ignore him, although he is just a pair of light cloud light appearance.

One side of the girl difficult to stop tears, as if to see hope, gently pull the corner of Ye Tian's clothes: "please, please... Wuwu... Grandfather, he's dying, help me..."

The stretcher moved again, and the wheels scuffed across the tiles.

The atmosphere of the traditional Chinese medicine hospital, which was originally deserted, is unprecedented solemn and quiet.

The crowd's eyes focused on the humble ye Tian, and even the old man was surprised. Qin Tianyu, standing on one side, was even colder than ever before, and his mouth was low

"Good."