After walking out of Longshan Hall, Shang Kuhai asked: "Did that brat agree?"
"No!"
Ye Wenjun shook his head.
"Haha...that's great."
"There's something really wrong with your old man, and he made you come all the way to intercede."
"Don't he know that the eighth door and the third door have a tense relationship? It's really Alzheimer's disease."
Shang Kuhai smiled disdainfully.
The two returned to the Ye family's mansion, and Ye Wenjun explained the matter tactfully.
"What? He's not coming?"
Ye Linfu's face darkened.
"Old Master, there are many patients in the hospital, and Dr. Xiao is also very busy. In my opinion... it's better to wait for two more days."
Ye Wenjun deliberately delayed.
"Wait? Why wait?"
Ye Zhiwei shouted: "He beat my son to paralysis. If he can't be cured, I will skin him."
"Haha... Then go quickly? Don't waste time."
Shangkuhai added fuel to the fire.
"You think I don't dare?"
"Old man, if this brat doesn't know how to show appreciation again, don't blame me for being rude."
Ye Zhiwei said fiercely.
"Don't!"
Ye Wenjun's face was full of nervousness: "Old Master, after all, Dr. Xiao has helped my Ye family a lot and even saved your life. If you do this, outsiders will say that my Ye family is heartless and unjust."
Ye Linfu pondered for a moment and then said: "Zhiwei, please ask Donglan to go with you."
"Remember, be courteous first and then fight, don't let anyone miss the point."
"do not worry!"
Ye Zhiwei had a ferocious smile on his face, and set off with his men.
Ye Wenjun's heart was in her throat. She was really afraid that something would happen to Xiao Feng, but she couldn't stop it.
After leaving the Ye family's mansion, I originally planned to return to Gaohai.
But Ye Wenjun insisted on staying for two more days, so Shang Kuhai thought she missed her parents' family, so he didn't object.
Ye Zhiwei played a trick and didn't notify Ye Donglan at all.
That night, he led dozens of bodyguards and four warriors to Longshan Hall with great fanfare.
"The little conch trumpet blew so blindly that the seagulls flew away..."
Fifth Quan was humming a little tune and was setting up the rolling shutter outside.
Suddenly, a row of motorcades drove up from the street and stopped opposite the medical center.
"Wanima, so many cars? Who's dead?"
The fifth right and second force shouted.
The car door opened, and dozens of burly men in black suits were the first to get out of the car. They were all hunky-backed and fierce-looking.
The group of people lined up in two rows on the left and right, with their hands crossed and their chests raised and their heads raised.
Then four young men came down, wearing cloth clothes and shoes, with sharp eyes and swords in their hands. They looked like warriors at first sight.
Finally, a middle-aged man walked down. He had a slicked back hair and a large black trench coat. He was full of aura, and even his leather shoes shone under the light of the street lamp.
He is none other than the head of the eighth sect of the Ye family, Ye Zhiwei.
"Holy crap! Is this a movie? Return of the God of War?"
Fifth Quan blinked and said blankly.
Ye Zhiwei, with a gloomy face, led a group of bodyguards and strode over.
Seeing the other party coming towards him, Fifth Quan was a little excited.
He rubbed his hands together and smiled: "Brother, you did a good job? You have some potential."
"What?"
Ye Zhiwei was stunned.
"Aren't you filming?"
"Who is the director? Give me a role too."
"I'm telling you, I'm a liar."
Fifth Quan’s silly self-recommendation.
"Haha...acting?"
"Little bastard, did you have a puncture in your brain? Don't you know me?"
Ye Zhiwei smiled ferociously.
"Hey! Why are you swearing?"
"I don't care who you are, what kind of bullshit you are, Gungun, don't get in the way here."
The Fifth Quan also got angry and started to curse.
"You brat, do you want to die?"
The strong bodyguard next to him grabbed his collar.
"Hey! What are you doing?"
"Hurry up and let me go, don't tear my collar."
"This is Armani, and it cost more than 5,000 yuan."
The fifth power is in a hurry.
Ye Zhiwei smiled evilly: "Five thousand yuan? Give it to him!"
'Snapped!'
The bodyguard rounded his arms and slapped Fifth Quan hard on the face.
"Oh shit..."
Fifth Quan screamed and sat down on the ground, his nose bleeding from the beating.
When I looked at my clothes again, my collar was all flying.
"I know your uncle, my anima."
He screamed, wiped the nosebleed and rushed forward.
After a loud bang, Fifth Quan was no match for him alone. Several strong men directly pushed him to the ground and rubbed him in various ways, making him scream and scream.
Fortunately, I was beaten during training, wouldn't this come in handy?
If it had been before, he would have been tortured into a dog.
"Third brother, third brother, someone is making trouble..."
Within a minute at most, three donkeys heard the noise and ran out with a shovel.
"This... stop it!"
As soon as he saw this situation, he knew that the other party had a lot of background.
Ye Zhiwei raised his hand and the bodyguard stopped.
Not only was Fifth Quan beaten until his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were like pandas, and he looked extremely funny.
He rolled over and crawled over: "Third brother, this bastard dares to hit me? Kill him with a gun."
"Shut up!"
The three donkeys pulled him behind him and smiled.
"This gentleman has something to say, so he doesn't make the mistake of hitting someone."
"You seem to be an extraordinary person at first glance. Is there any misunderstanding?"
He circled around first to avoid hitting the muzzle of the gun.
"Humph, I guess you have good eyesight."
"I am the person in charge of the eighth sect of the Ye family, Ye Zhiwei."
Ye Zhiwei registered his own number.
Jinmen Ye family? The person in charge of the eighth family?
Upon hearing these words, San Mao Donkey and Fifth Quan trembled, and their faces instantly turned pale.
Both of them knew in their hearts that there was a serious quarrel between Xiao Feng and the Eighth Sect, and they were probably here to seek revenge.
What's more important is that the Ye family's power in Jinmen is so huge that they can easily be crushed to death if they are not careful.
"Third brother, what should I do?"
Fifth, my calves are a little trembling.
"It's okay, stay calm."
The three donkeys bowed slightly and smiled apologetically.
"Oh, this is nonsense, and it has offended Mr. Ye."
"Sorry, I have offended you so much, but please forgive me."
"I don't know... why do you come to Longshan Hall?"
Instead of hitting the smiling person, he tried his best to stabilize the person first.
"Boy, is this how you talk to me?"
Ye Zhiwei frowned.
"Oh, I'm sorry, please come in quickly."
The three donkeys did not dare to neglect him, and invited him into the hospital with a smile on his face, serving him tea and cigarettes.
Ye Zhiwei took a sip of tea, raised his head and looked around.
"Yeah! This Chinese medicine clinic is pretty good. I heard there are quite a lot of patients every day?"
"good!"
The three donkeys nodded and smiled.
"I'm here to see Xiao Feng, where are the others?"
Ye Zhiwei asked.
"Brother Feng has gone back. Do you want to see a doctor? Please come back tomorrow."
Originally there was nothing wrong with this sentence, but because Ye Qiu was seriously injured, this was tantamount to unintentionally provoking the other party.
"Tomorrow? You bastard."
‘Boom!’
Ye Zhiwei kicked him to the ground, and seven or eight bodyguards came forward and held him down.