Supreme Medicinal God

Boss Su intends to raise his voice so that Arong over the phone can hear it.

"Handsome man, you are Ye Feng, a Chinese medical doctor? Every major media has your report. I heard that your medical superman did not expect you to be so young. I think you are at most twenty-three or fourteen years old, and you haven't graduated from university yet. "

It’s better to know your name. You dare to do anything that hurts me. Someone has heard it over the phone and you can’t run away.

Ye Feng blinked and smiled, "Thank you Boss Su for compliments. I really didn't graduate from college. The Chinese Medical University I just attended last year didn't go to class for a few days."

Su boss suddenly thought of something, said with a surprised face: "Ye Feng, you are the most famous Chinese medicine in China, did you cure Wu Gang?"

"It's me who cured him. Boss Su deserves to be the boss of the Jiangnan Club. His IQ is superb. You can guess such secret things. Admire it. However, you know too much is not good, you are not afraid of killing me. Are you talking?"

Ye Feng said jokingly, but Su Changxin's face was pale, and his forehead exuded cold sweat.

Boss Su's face was uncertain, doubtful, frightened, and angry. He had mixed feelings in his heart, not a taste.

Su Changxin was a wise man, and he soon realized that since Ye Feng had cured Wu Gang, he must have been Wu Gang’s family and friends.

His heart was even more terrified.

"President Su, you have a bad face. Isn't it uncomfortable? Would you like me to take a look for you?"

Su Changxin's face has a false smile: "Thank you Dr. Ye, the winter night is cold, I just suffered a little bit of cold, Dr. Ye came to my hotel presidential suite, what's the matter?"

He murmured secretly in his heart, why hasn't the phone been on for so long, Arong hasn't come, I'm in the presidential suite, I have told you the address, come quickly, if you don't come again, I'm in danger.

Ye Feng asked leisurely: "Jade Capital is colder in winter and colder than the south. President Su should pay more attention to clothes and don't freeze."

Ye Feng seems to be in trouble, just like an old friend, asking for help.

"General Su, did you lose a lot in this basketball game?"

"Lost, Dr. Ye bought the ball?"

"I don't, but I know

Speaking of this game, Su Changxin was upset. The Jiangnan team missed the China Cup basketball championship game, not to mention it, he also lost a full 10 million.

Of these, five million are borrowed from casino loan sharks. If the loan is not repaid on time tomorrow, the interest will be 10%, and five million will become 5.5 million.

Calculated in this way, profit rolls, it takes less than a few days, the arrears are like snowballs, the bigger the roll.

He participates in peripheral gambling controlled by the Mimi Mafia. They especially talk about "rules". If they do not pay back the money, not only will he be threatened, but the whole family will be implicated.

The Mafia of the United States will not control, what the law stipulates, will only come in accordance with their rules. One person borrows money and the whole family pays the money. No matter your seventh aunt and eighth aunt, as long as they occupy the top, they will come to the door to collect debts.

Suddenly, the door of the presidential suite was kicked open. Arong held a gun in both hands, and Wu Dongdong's muzzle was pointed at Ye Feng.

Seeing Ah Rong break in with a gun, the muzzle was pointed at Ye Feng, and Su Changxin was relieved, and slowly stood up from the sofa. In front of Ye Feng, he hung up the phone that had been on the call. .

He swept the amiable smile just now, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face: "Boy, you are really a bit patient, you can break a leg man, heal him so fast, and let him play on the court, I really admire you. Medicine, your future was bright, but you provoke me, and now you are dead."

Facing the gun, Ye Feng still smiled, looking at Arong holding the gun: "Really? Then you shoot."

"Arong, kill him."

Arong was not so confident. His gun-hand was shaking involuntarily. This is a kind of subconscious fright when a low-level ancient warrior meets a high-level ancient warrior.

Why am I so scared, this kid can't see the cultivation behavior at all.

He took a deep breath and tried to fight against this unreasonable fear, but to no avail.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his forehead oozing cold sweat constantly, his fingers had slowly touched the trigger, but he hadn't fired.

Su Changxin knew of the invisible coercion between the ancient warriors. Seeing that Arong did not shoot, the hand holding the gun was a little trembling. He looked at Arong suspiciously and shouted: "What's wrong with you kid, no Just a silly kid, you shot me."

Bang, A Rong shot under Su Changxin's intimidation, but the strange situation appeared, and Ye Feng had disappeared from the sofa.

The bullet hit the sofa and made a slender look, and the cotton wool inside the sofa flew around.

After the gun shot, Ye Feng returned to the sofa and was still sitting there as if it were Taishan Mountain, calmly shaking the amber wine in the glass, as if the shot just had nothing to do with him.

Ah Rong gritted his teeth and put the gun down. Just as Ye Feng flashed the bullet just now, Ah Rong could not do it confidently. He knew very well in his heart that it was not Ye Feng who didn't cultivate his own behavior, but his own behavior that he felt at all. Less than Ye Feng's high-level ancient warrior's cultivation practice.

Su Changxin's vision is just that of an ordinary person. He couldn't see it at all. Ye Feng escaped the bullet. After seeing a shot, Ye Feng was safe and sound. He thought Arron's marksmanship was too stinky and distorted.

"Your marksmanship is too stinky, let me continue, how to put the gun down, you can't, I'll come."

Su Changxin stared at his ugly toad-like eyes, strode the meteor in front of Arong, grabbed Arong's gun, and aimed at Ye Feng.

Ah Rong took a step back subconsciously. He knew that Ye Feng was teasing himself and Su Changxin like cats and mice, but Su Changxin confidently believed that the scene was under his own control.

He despised Su Changxin's ignorance and even more awe of Ye Feng's power.

Ye Feng was sitting on the sofa, tasting a glass of red wine gently, such a good Louis XVIII, to drink to such a person as Su Changxin, it was really a shame.

He didn't lift his eyelids and asked lightly: "Is the gun held steady?"

Su Chang laughed smugly with pride: "Boy, who do you think you are? It's great to have good medical skills. You can't get a knife and a gun. You're also calm. I shot you to death. It's too cheap for you. I'll interrupt your legs first. See how you heal yourself."

Bang, Su Changxin fired two shots.

But when he shot, the hand holding the gun actually hung down, and both shots hit his thigh hard.

Suddenly, Su Changxin had two more blood holes on his thighs, and blood was flowing like springs.

He screamed in pain and fell to the ground, throwing his pistol aside.

He also knows some first aid knowledge and tightens the thighs of his legs with a belt to avoid bleeding and death.

(End of this chapter)