Twenty minutes later, He Qiong's Rolls-Royce parked next to Su Xiaofan.

He Qiong did not get out of the car, but watched as Su Xiaofan opened the door and got into the car, then stretched out on the seat.

"what's going on?"

He Qiong couldn't sleep last night and kept waiting for news about Su Xiaofan.

"Did you sneak out and get beaten up?"

Seeing Su Xiaofan's tattered clothes and the blood stains on his calf, He Qiong couldn't help but said: "I told you to go to Siam and I arranged it for you..."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Are you familiar with hospitals?"

Su Xiaofan waved his hand and interrupted He Qiong's words, "Take me to the hospital first, and then have someone send me some clothes."

When Su Xiaofan went to Siam this time, he walked basically a straight line and passed through a lot of mountains and forests. If he hadn't been wearing python inner armor, he would have lost all his clothes.

"you?!"

Seeing that Su Xiaofan was still so arrogant after failing to accomplish anything, He Qiong frowned and was about to have an attack. However, seeing his embarrassment, He Qiong still endured it and spoke to the driver in front of him through the intercom in the car.

"It's just such a minor injury, so you don't need to go to the hospital, right?"

He Qiong saw that the wound on Su Xiaofan's leg had become scarred, "I'll just ask a doctor to come to your home and treat it for you."

"Sister, you must go to the hospital, and you must go to a hospital with advanced equipment."

He Qiong didn't know what happened to the wound. How could Su Xiaofan not know it himself? He was also a little frightened by the man's strange methods, fearing that there was still some virus in the wound that had not been cleaned.

"All right."

He Qiong felt that he had invited an old man back, but things were not done well and he made many demands.

The car quickly drove into a private hospital and drove directly to the underground parking lot.

Entering the third floor of the hospital from the elevator in the underground parking lot, He Qiong took Su Xiaofan to a ward, where two doctors were already waiting.

"Sir, may I ask where you feel uncomfortable?"

As a doctor, he could naturally tell who the patient was. Su Xiaofan was not in a good condition at the moment. His face was pale, and his pants were still stained with blood.

"Do a virus check!"

Su Xiaofan tore open his trouser legs and said, "Use your most advanced instruments to conduct pathological analysis and virus examination on my wound to see if there are any bacteria present?"

"Listen to him."

He Qiong saw the doctor looking at her and nodded, signaling to follow Su Xiaofan's instructions.

One of the doctors turned around and left the ward, and soon came in with two nurses.

He cut open Su Xiaofan's tattered pants, used a cotton swab to dip some secretions from the wound, and then drew a tube of Su Xiaofan's blood.

After taking the sample, the gauntlet helped Su Xiaofan disinfect the wound, then found a large wound patch and put it on it, and told Su Xiaofan not to let the wound touch water for the next two days.

"The results of pathological analysis and virus examination will be available within an hour."

The doctor said: "If we do virus culture, it will probably take a few days."

"Do!"

Su Xiaofan nodded and said, many viruses have an incubation period, just like rabies, which can incubate for ten or twenty years at most. Who knows if that old guy's poison is like this.

"Okay, then you take a rest first, and I'll send you the results in an hour."

The doctor said hello to He Qiong, turned around and walked out of the ward. As a doctor who specializes in serving the rich, he can often suppress his curiosity very well.

"Su Sheng, you take a rest, I'll go back and do some work first."

He Qiong was so busy every day that her feet never touched the ground. When she saw the doctor finished treating Su Xiaofan's wounds, she stood up.

"Sister Qiong, you should wait here."

Su Xiaofan took out the cell phone, threw it on the hospital bed, and said: "Boss, first check if this person is the guru. If so, give him a five-star rating."

"What five-star review? It's a mess." He Qiong picked up the phone in confusion.

"Click on the photo!" Su Xiaofan reminded.

"ah?!"

As soon as he opened the photo, He Qiong exclaimed. Despite her extraordinary concentration, she was so frightened by the scene in the photo that she dropped her phone on the hospital bed.

"boss?"

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the female driver who drove He Qiong rushed over.

"Get out, don't let anyone in!" He Qiong blocked the cell phone on the hospital bed with her body.

"Yes, boss,"

The female driver looked around the room and found nothing unusual, so she walked out and closed the door.

Taking a long breath, He Qiong plucked up the courage and picked up the phone again.

It’s not that He Qiong is timid, it’s just that the photo of Thailand is terrifying.

Under the dim kerosene light, the body is missing limbs, the skin is covered with strange tattoos, and the face is distorted by pain. No matter how you look at it, the person in the photo looks like a ghost.

"This...is this the guru?" He Qiong asked tentatively.

The disabled person in this photo is completely different from the short but imposing guru He Qiong had seen before. The only thing that is the same is that they are both bald.

"That's him." Su Xiaofan said angrily: "The old guy is very cruel. He will bite me if he kills me."

"Were you bitten by a bug?"

He Qiong was startled when he heard this, and immediately understood why Su Xiaofan was so nervous. Gu bugs in Southeast Asia were notorious, and He Qiong had also heard of it.

"I don't know what kind of insect it is."

Su Xiaofan was also a little depressed. With his current physical strength, ordinary bugs couldn't break through his skin. He didn't expect that bug to be so powerful and burrowed directly into his flesh.

"Are you right? If you can match me, you can take me to your home later where you store your treasures."

The sudden incident disrupted Su Xiaofan's plan, but he had to hurry up and go home, otherwise if Duobao got angry, it would definitely cause big trouble.

"Bhumibol's limbs are intact."

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, He Qiong stared at the photo and said, "And this face is so distorted that I...I can't recognize it."

"After he saw me, his limbs were not in good condition. I didn't see that there was blood in the severed limbs..."

Su Xiaofan rolled his eyes and said: "There are a few photos at the back. Compare them. Hey, sister Qiong, I almost drove there yesterday. You have to admit it."

He Qiong said nothing and looked back at the photo. The face in the photo gradually became consistent with the image in her memory.

"Don't you have men in Siam?"

Su Xiaofan said: "Let him go and find out if there is any mountain fire or anything like that in Chiang Mai. By the way, it was a fire in a valley."

"Murder and arson?"

After hearing Su Xiaofan's words, He Qiong looked at him with something wrong.

But strangely enough, even if he knew that Su Xiaofan had done such a thing, He Qiong couldn't be afraid of him.

Because Su Xiaofan didn't have any ruthless energy in him, but instead exuded a feeling that made people inexplicably trust him and want to get close to him.

"No need, only you and I know about this."

He Qiong shook her head. She already believed Su Xiaofan's words, and she also recognized that the photo was indeed that of Bhumibol.

Once someone inquires about something like this, it will leave traces. If there is any trouble in the future, they might be able to find him.

"By the way, I have to call Master."

Su Xiaofan suddenly remembered, quickly took out his mobile phone and called Master.

"Master, do you know this person Bhumibol?"

As soon as the call was connected, Su Xiaofan said straight to the point.

"Nonsense, can I not know the national surname of Siam?"

Jing Shizhen replied angrily, but immediately responded, "Does Arjun's matter have anything to do with Siam?"

"It's related to an old guy named Bhumibol."

"Your name is Bhumibol? I understand."

Jing Shizhen thought for a moment and then said: "That old guy was born in the royal family, but he has always been jealous. He told others that his name was Bhumibol. He was good at cultivation, and the royal family didn't bother him."

"Did he do it? There is still some trouble in this matter. He is ranked among the top ten masters in Southeast Asia and his magic is very powerful."

Jing Shizhen's tone was a little solemn, "How about I go to Siam and ask him to cancel the commission for Arjun. If he doesn't agree, he will have to go through a whole process."

"Master, I just want to ask, does Bhumibol raise any powerful poisonous insects?"

Su Xiaofan rolled his eyes when he heard this. When Master comes over, he may be able to deliver Bhumibol's ashes.

"Bhumibol's main skill is raising little devils."

Jing Shizhen pondered for a moment and said: "The voodoo he raised is the golden silkworm voodoo. That kind of voodoo has a slender body and two fangs at the corners of its mouth. It can bite through almost anything.
To be continued...