: Far from the sky and near from the eyes

"Boss, after we have delivered the clothes, we will leave first. I won't disturb your party." Seeing that all the clothes had been delivered, Bai Chi waved to Xiao Yang.

"Okay, let's go first." Xiao Yang waved.

Bai Chi and Ferreth took their men into the car and drove away from the Ye Family Manor in an orderly manner.

Until Bai Chi and others left, the Ye family and the Liu family still didn't recover.

Looking at the mountains of clothes piled up in the house, if it weren't for seeing them with your own eyes, who would have thought that these were all from the world's top designers?

"Brother-in-law, how rich are you?" Ye Chuan couldn't help but sigh that the works of a world-leading designer are common, hundreds of thousands or millions, or even tens of millions. Now there are so many clothes, one piece every day, and there will be spares next year. How much does it cost to convert them into money?

"It's all given by friends, and it doesn't cost much." Xiao Yang waved his hand, "I didn't expect to send so many."

"Sister, brother-in-law is too rich, you have to be careful, otherwise you will cry if you run away one day." Xu Wan leaned over to Ye Yunshu and said.

"I can't stop him from running." Ye Yunshu smiled, his heart was sweet. No woman would reject the gift from her lover.

Ye Yunshu had already had some understanding of Xiao Yang's financial resources before, and was not surprised at all. After all, even people like Ferres, who are afraid of Duhai business giants, would call Xiao Yang and call him brother.

Ye Zhengnan also thoroughly witnessed the influence of the Living Hell. As his old friend who had already gone west said, no one in the world would not give the Living Hell face, and he felt honored to do things for the Living Hell.

"Flamboyant, wasteful." Liu Zhi glanced at her mouth and sat back on the table.

"Then why did I just hear someone show off his clothes? I took out the styles from last year. My sister has new styles every day, and there are three types, one in the morning, one at noon, and one at night." Xu Wan sat there, with a smile on her face.

Liu Zhi cut and stopped talking, but there was an unconcealed envy in her eyes. She looked at the pile of clothes from time to time. For women, this was a huge temptation.

"Okay, let's continue to eat." Ye Zhengnan spoke, sweeping away the awkward atmosphere.

During the meal, Ye Zhengnan asked Wang Junpeng, "Wang, where are you taller now?"

Wang Junpeng quickly replied: "Grandpa Ye, I am in Yingguo and have my own private clinic."

"It's not a private clinic, it's a private hospital." Liu Zhi reiterated it, "This is a business, four points of strength and six points of luck. You can earn money by finding the investment point. But the profession of doctors depends entirely on your own skills. No matter how rich a person is sick, he still has to seek a doctor. Therefore, personal talent is the most important thing, otherwise he will die like a nouveau riche."

Liu Zhi just lost face and now wants to find it back quickly. In terms of medical skills, Liu Zhi is still very confident in Wang Junpeng. Although Liu Zhi has never seen Wang Junpeng treat diseases and save lives, he has heard a lot. The most important thing is that Xiao Yang, a person who studies medicine by himself, can be comparable to Wang Junpeng who graduated from Johns Hopkins University in the country of Magnesium. This is a top medical school. The kind of person who teaches himself does not even have the qualification to enter the school.

"Haha, I opened my own hospital so young. I am so young and promising." Ye Zhengnan said politely. If Wang Junpeng had made some achievements in other industries, Ye Zhengnan might have sincerely said the word "youthful and promising", but it was about medical skills.

Wang Junpeng's age looks as old as Xiao Yang. At this age, having his own hospital is indeed impressive, but compared with Xiao Yang, it is much worse. Although Xiao Yang does not have his own hospital, the title of Living King of Hell is at its peak and a milestone existence in the global medical community!

Liu Zhi didn't hear the polite meaning of Ye Zhengnan's dialect and said, "Grandpa Ye, I originally brought Wang Junpeng back this time to see you. When I came, I knew from my grandpa that you were cured. I am so happy for you."

When Liu Zhi said this, Xiao Yang could see that she had no fake elements. It seemed that although Liu Zhi fought fiercely with Ye Yunshu, her relationship was still good.

"You care about Zhiya, you are very strong now." Ye Zhengnan patted his chest.

"Grandpa Ye, I heard Liu Zhi say that you can't even stand up. Which hospital did you perform the surgery?" Wang Junpeng spoke and asked curiously, "I can go and study too."

"Wang, what you learned is Western medicine, right?" Ye Zhengnan asked.

"That's right." Wang Junpeng nodded.

Ye Zhengnan smiled and said, "It is the Chinese medicine doctor who cured me."

"Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Wang Junpeng frowned, "Grandpa Ye, I'm sorry, traditional Chinese medicine has no scientific basis for treating people, and there will be future problems. Why not let me show you again."

"Nonsense!" Xu Wan couldn't help but speak out. She was from the medical department and studied traditional Chinese medicine.

There has always been a debate between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine. Whether traditional Chinese medicine is better or Western medicine is better, both sides have a different meaning.

Now Xu Wan is unhappy when she hears Wang Junpeng say that traditional Chinese medicine is not good. "Traditional Chinese medicine is the root cause. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

Wang Junpeng smiled and said, "Sister Xu Wan, you don't know whether traditional Chinese medicine is better or Western medicine. We have done many experiments abroad. Experiments show that traditional Chinese medicine can only cure some simple diseases. If it is a serious disease, tumors, it still depends on Western medicine."

"Who is your sister!" Xu Wan looked at Wang Junpeng with disgust. "Traditional Chinese medicine has been passed down for thousands of years. How long has it been? How many Western medicine materials can be understood through our ancient Chinese traditional Chinese medicine books?"

Wang Junpeng shook his head, "I can't explain some things clearly. If possible, I can call Grandpa Ye to treat me and confront me. You will naturally know the difference between traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine."

Ye Zhengnan drank a glass of wine, "Your Majesty, it's a coincidence that the person who cured me is far away from the sky and close to you."

When Wang Junpeng heard Ye Zhengnan's words, his body was shocked, he subconsciously looked at Xiao Yang, and said, "Grandpa Ye, is he who you are talking about?"

"Indeed, it was Xiao who cured me and a few silver needles that solved my chronic disease for many years." Ye Zhengnan nodded.

"Impossible?" Liu Zhi was a little disbelief. At that time, Mr. Ye was sick, so many doctors he hired were helpless. This person had no choice but to learn his medical skills by himself. How could he cure Mr. Ye with just a few silver needles?
Chapter completed!