"Biaozi, where is Bao'er?" Jiang Chao walked up to Dong Biao and asked.

"Ah... Miss Bao'er is outside, I have someone protect her." Dong Biao said hurriedly as if he had just woken up from a dream.

"Get out." Jiang Chao nodded and left with Dong Biao and his party.

Mrs. Song and the two managers also hurriedly chased after him.

When I arrived outside the club, I saw a cute little girl running over and throwing herself into Jiang Chao's arms.

"Dad, is the matter done?"

"It's done, your grandma won't drive dad away this time." Jiang Chao said with a smile.

"Really? That's great!" Baoer cheered.

Seeing his daughter jumping for joy, Jiang Chao was sincerely happy.

"Mr. Hei...Jiang."

Mrs. Song and the other three did not dare to disturb the father and daughter. They waited for a while and then came over.

"I'll send my daughter home first and then go over there."

Jiang Chao glanced at the time and saw that it was getting late. He was afraid that he would die if he couldn't find Bao'er at home.

"Okay, okay!" Mrs. Song was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly.

He was afraid that the King of Hell would become angry and stop taking care of the disease.

"But what happened here tonight must be ensured not to leak out." Jiang Chao put forward a condition.

"Is Mr. Jiang afraid of alerting the enemy and letting Yang Yuanchao escape?" The big manager is indeed a big manager, and he immediately figured out the key.

Jiang Chao nodded.

Originally, his plan was to go directly and capture Yang Yuanchao, but since he had already made an appointment with the patient, he could only wait a little longer.

"Sir, don't worry. I will send someone to bring Yang Yuanchao back now, and we will interrogate him directly. This Yang family is so bold that we should have cracked down long ago!" Director Zheng suggested quickly.

He wants to strive for performance so that he can be punished and make meritorious service, and this is his duty in the first place.

Jiang Chaowei thought for a moment and realized that it would be good if the official came forward, so he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, let's start now." The two managers stayed to arrange the follow-up matters.

Mrs. Song insisted on accompanying Jiang Chao to send Baoer home.

"Bao'er, daddy has one more thing to do and will be back soon."

Arriving downstairs at the hospital, Jiang Chao handed the cell phone to his daughter. With the video on the cell phone as evidence, and the security bureau would also provide proof later, it should be no problem to prove his innocence.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jiang, I have summoned some people to protect Madam and the others," Dong Biao said in a low voice.

Jiang Chao nodded, this arrangement is very appropriate.

Afterwards, Dong Biao sent Baoer upstairs.

Jiang Chao and Mrs. Song got into the car together and drove east.

The car drove for about half an hour and passed through a guard box in a villa area.

Jiang Chao noticed that there were two armed guards standing at this post. When they saw the car coming, they inspected it carefully before saluting and letting it go.

It seems that someone living here must be a very important person.

However, Jiang Chao's mood did not fluctuate much because he had met too many big shots in these years.

"Mr. Jiang, please come with me."

The car finally stopped in front of a villa, with red tiles and blue walls, and a solemn atmosphere.

Summer Palace, Villa No. 1.

Jiang Chao took a look and followed Mr. Song inside.

When I arrived at a bedroom on the second floor, I saw two guards guarding the door.

"This Mr. Jiang is the doctor who is here to treat Mr. Wei." Mrs. Song introduced.

The two guards raised their chests and saluted before letting them in.

I saw an old man nearly sixty years old lying on the bed in the bedroom, sleeping soundly.

But after Jiang Chao and the two came in, he woke up immediately.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes burst out, like an awakened tiger!

But soon, the overwhelming feeling of oppression was subdued by him, and in the blink of an eye he seemed to have turned into an ordinary old man again.

"Sure enough, I'm old. I fell asleep after waiting."

The old man got out of bed and stood up with a smile to greet the two of them.

"Mr. Wei, please sit down quickly." Mrs. Song hurriedly went over to help him.

"Making a fuss, my old bones are not so fragile." Mr. Wei cursed with a smile and looked at Jiang Chao with interest, "This must be the famous Black King of Hell?"

"Hello, Mr. Wei." Jiang Chao smiled slightly, undoubtedly acknowledging it.

"Sure enough, heroes are born from youth. I'm afraid no one would have thought that the legendary medical legend could be so young!" Mr. Wei exclaimed.

As soon as Jiang Chao entered the door, he had already observed the other party's complexion and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei is not simple. I'm afraid you are a famous figure in the army, right?"

Mr. Wei smiled and said nothing. After all, he lived in a place like the Summer Palace, so it was not surprising that the other party could guess this.

"If I guess correctly, you must be the famous Wei Qingshan, the God of War, right?" Jiang Chao continued.

When Mr. Wei heard this, he couldn't help laughing loudly.

"You, you, I just said that you are famous far and wide, and you immediately gave it back to me, old man, intact!"

It turns out that the old man in front of me is the former commander-in-chief of the Northern War Dragon Army, Wei Qingshan!

A generation of generals and pillars of the country!

He served in the military throughout his life and made countless achievements, but he also suffered from incurable injuries.

Now he has retired from his position as commander-in-chief and has come to Yunhai City to live in seclusion, preparing to spend the rest of his life here.

However, the injuries and illnesses left on the battlefield tortured the old man all the time. No matter how many famous doctors he consulted, there was no improvement at all.

Wei Qingshan's junior brother is the adopted son of the Song family, so the relationship between Mr. Song and Wei Qingshan is very close.

Seeing that Wei Qingshan was not recovering from his injuries, the old man was anxious in his eyes, so he used various channels to finally contact Jiang Chao, a legend in the medical field.

"Mr. Jiang, please take a good look at Mr. Wei. In recent months, Mr. Wei's condition has become worse and worse."

Old Mrs. Song's face was full of worry.

"Look what you said, birth, old age, sickness and death are normal, so why should you care too much about it?" Wei Qingshan was very open-minded.

As he was talking, he suddenly had a violent cough.

"Mr. Wei!" Mrs. Song was very nervous and hurriedly patted Wei Qingshan's back gently.

This coughing episode lasted for more than half a minute. Only then did Wei Qingshan regain his composure, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's all an old problem and it won't die." He waved his hand and comforted with a smile.

Jiang Chao watched from the side and suddenly said, "Mr. Wei used his inner strength to injure his lungs, right?"

"Can you even see this?" Wei Qingshan was a little surprised.

Mr. Song's eyes lit up and he hurriedly explained the reason.

"In a previous raid in the north, in order to lead his men to a safe breakout, Mr. Wei single-handedly fought against the opponent's top ten masters. Although he killed all the opponents, he was also seriously injured and suffered from the root of the disease for decades.

It doesn’t look good, but it’s getting more and more serious.”

"Since Mr. Jiang can see Mr. Wei's illness just by watching Qi, I wonder if there is any good way?"

Old Mrs. Song looked at Jiang Chao expectantly.

He had met many famous medical experts over the years, but he had never seen such a doctor who could accurately tell the true root cause of Mr. Wei's illness with just one look.
Chapter completed!