Chapter 521 Iron-faced sword bones, military power is thousands of miles!
After hearing Ye Fan's words, the calm beauty's face finally changed. Her eyebrows stood upright and her eyes were filled with anger. She was obviously very dissatisfied with his "offense".
For a time, the atmosphere in the venue was tense.
She held the dagger in her hand tightly, her whole body tensed up, and she was ready to strike, as if she was about to launch a thunderous strike at the next moment.
Seeing this, Ye Fan said: "Hey... little girl, that leader of yours must be seriously ill, that's why he alarmed so many high-level bosses in Huahai! Why don't you let me go up and have a look, naturally everyone will be happy if he is cured, even if
If it can’t be cured, he has nothing to lose!”
"The bounden duty of a soldier is to obey! Military orders are indispensable! If you want to see the leader, you must pass my test! Otherwise, I will make you pay the price with blood!"
Leng Meiren stood at the top of the stairs holding a dagger, with the spirit of "one man can guard the gate, and ten thousand men can't open it".
"Oh? Is it that simple?" Ye Fan said lightly.
The understatement sounded like he didn't take her seriously at all.
As soon as she said this, the cold beauty seemed to be slighted, holding the dagger in front of her chest and assuming an offensive posture.
"boom!"
A murderous aura that was as solid as a substance, with her body as the center of the circle, overwhelmingly pressed towards Ye Fan.
"Hey... watch, I'm going upstairs! If you lose later, don't say I bullied you!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Fan's aura changed completely. He was no longer the unattractive young man just now, but seemed to have transformed into a supreme king!
He is extremely domineering, sweeping across all directions, frightening the nine states, and dominating the world.
Feeling such a change, the cold beauty's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle shape.
In her eyes before, Ye Fan was just an ordinary person who wouldn't even look at him twice if he was thrown into the crowd.
But now, his momentum is like an unsheathed sword with its sharp edge revealed, and like a giant dragon swallowing mountains and rivers.
She never expected that Ye Fan would be the master of "pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger" and could even deceive her own perception.
At this moment, Leng Meiren secretly thought something bad and subconsciously wanted to launch an attack.
However, Ye Fan didn't give her any time to react. He crazily activated the internal energy in his dantian, used the power of the Suzaku, and rushed towards the stairs like lightning.
…
quick!
Incredibly fast!
It has exceeded the limit of what ordinary people can capture with the naked eye, and is even about to break through the sound barrier.
In a few tenths of a second, Ye Fan walked through the stairs, appeared behind Leng Meiren, and climbed onto the second floor corridor.
The next moment, he turned around and suddenly caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and the smile on his face instantly froze.
Looking from a distance, a strand of black hair was slowly falling from the air to the stairs.
Immediately afterwards, Ye Fan subconsciously touched his head and found that he was indeed missing a strand of hair on his temples.
For a moment, there was a huge wave in his heart, and he was beyond surprised.
He originally thought that he could easily break through Leng Meiren's defense line by using the power of Suzaku.
Unexpectedly, just now, the unsuspecting Leng Meiren actually launched an effective attack on him the moment he passed by.
This kind of fighting instinct is really frightening.
You know, this is Ye Fan's calculated calculation without intention. If it were reversed and Leng Meiren hid in the dark and attacked him secretly, she might be able to catch him off guard.
On the other side, Leng Meiren was equally astonished.
For many years, she has been the sharpest bayonet on the battlefield, able to inflict fatal injuries to the enemy.
Today was the first time she failed, and she lost to a doctor who looked a few years younger than her.
A strong sense of frustration surged into her heart, but she still stubbornly held her head high, as if unconvinced, and rushed to the second floor.
Seeing her fierce look, Ye Fan quickly took a step back and said:
"Hey... little girl, we agreed in advance that as long as I can get through you, you have to let me see the patient! Now, you don't want to be a cheat, do you?"
Hearing this, Leng Meiren's face froze and she pondered for a moment. No matter how reluctant she was, she put the dagger away and said coldly: "I'm willing to admit defeat. Come with me!"
With that said, she opened her long legs and walked towards the third floor of the villa.
Ye Fan followed closely and asked proactively: "My name is Ye Fan, little girl, what's your name?"
"No. 5!" She spat out two words coldly.
"No. 5?" When Ye Fan heard this, his face was full of suspicion.
"I don't have a name, I only have a code name - No. 5!"
"How could you not have a name? You can't be a soldier since you were born, right? Before that, there must have been a name!" Ye Fan couldn't restrain his curiosity and continued to ask.
However, Leng Meiren glared at him fiercely and said sternly: "If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut out your tongue!"
Seeing her fierce look, Ye Fan thought to himself:
This girl is probably born in the year of the tiger, so she has such a violent temper!
…
Soon, under her leadership, Ye Fan came to a room on the third floor of the villa.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Leng Meiren knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Chief, I have brought a doctor to treat you!"
"snort!"
The next moment, a majestic voice came through a door:
"Xiao Wu, didn't I ask you not to let those quack doctors come here to waste your time! Could it be that you even turned a deaf ear to my orders?!"
"Chief, No. 5 doesn't dare!" Leng Meiren said repeatedly.
And there was a look of embarrassment on her face. She couldn't necessarily say that she had lost to Mark, so she had to bring him here!
For her, failure is almost unacceptable.
For a moment, she could only stand blankly at the door, unable to enter or retreat.
"Why……"
After a long time, a sigh suddenly came from the room, and the majestic voice sounded again: "Forget it! You also have good intentions, let the doctor come in!"
As soon as these words came out, Leng Meicai finally breathed a sigh of relief, carefully opened the door, and then winked at Mark, gesturing for him to follow her in.
The house is very large, covering forty or fifty square meters, filled with Chinese furniture and decorated in an antique style.
In the center, there is a wheelchair with an old man sitting on it.
Looking from a distance, I saw that he was wearing an old dark green military uniform, washed white, and he also had no military rank.
Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, with a head full of white hair and wrinkles crisscrossing his face, his back was still straight, like a spear piercing the sky.
Even from a certain distance, you can feel the strong pressure on him, and the aura of a warrior and an iron horse blows towards your face.
And the old man’s appearance is even more extraordinary!
The brow bone is as high as the ridge of a sword, and the eyebrows reach straight into the temples.
Iron face and sword bones, military power thousands of miles away!
People with this kind of appearance are decisive in killing and often become famous generals. They dare not disobey orders from all directions. This is the case in the legends of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing.
Just when Ye Fan was looking at him, he was also observing Ye Fan.
His gaze seemed ordinary, but it was like the vast ocean. Under its calmness, it actually contained monstrous power, capable of destroying the world in an instant!
Thunder in a silent place!
Just one glance can make people feel frightened and horrified.
This kind of power is ten times or a hundred times stronger than Commander Luo.
Even Ye Fan's spirit was in a trance for a moment.
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"Hmph... Boy, is it you? You are younger than I thought! Forget it, they are all incompetent quacks anyway, no matter who they are! For Xiao Wu's sake, I reluctantly give you a chance to check your pulse!"
The old man said slowly.
There was a hint of disdain in his words, and he didn't take Ye Fan seriously at all.
Hearing this, Ye Fan frowned, straightened his spine, looked at the old man in the wheelchair from a distance, and said without being humble or arrogant:
"Old sir, I know that you have an extraordinary status. With just one order, countless famous doctors can swarm in! But in my eyes, you are just an ordinary patient! As far as I am concerned, it will not depend on the status or status of the patient.
Regardless of dignity or gender, there is no difference in treatment!
If you want me to take your pulse and treat your illness, please don't use a bossy tone. The most basic respect is necessary! Otherwise, please hire another expert! Because my medical skills are not that cheap!"
With that said, Ye Fan turned around and walked outside without looking back.