Qin Feng's calm tone expressed his immense confidence in his medical skills.
No matter what kind of strength he showed during this period, the only real trump card for protecting himself was his medical skills.
Jiang He was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "I understand, but I've been busy with tasks recently, so give me a little more time."
Qin Feng nodded: "It just so happens that I also need to make some preparations. Please inform me at any time when it's convenient."
He knew that making this decision was not easy for Jiang He and required sufficient ideological work.
"Okay, I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you."
Seeing Jiang He getting up to leave, Qin Feng quickly asked, "Did you drive here?"
Jiang He nodded: "Yes."
"Then please help me deliver this to the warehouse. I will send you the address on my mobile phone."
He handed the suitcase containing one hundred million emeralds to Jiang He because he saw Zhang Hu outside the crowd had noticed him and was walking towards this direction.
"good."
Jiang He took the suitcase and suddenly stopped in his steps: "Don't worry about Zhang Wuji. As long as I am still alive, this kind of person will never even think of stepping into the Chinese territory and meddling with our Chinese people!"
After watching Jiang He leave, Ahu strode up to Qin Feng and said, "Mr. Qin, Mr. Fang wants to invite you."
Qin Feng stood up: "Please lead the way."
After leaving the jewelry building, Jiang He carried his suitcase and jumped into the black business car.
He stared at the black line on his arm, his eyes filled with indescribable horror.
Too evil, too unfaithful, and too arrogant.
Jiang He, who originally just wanted to test Qin Feng, couldn't describe his feelings now. All he could think of was Qin Feng's conceited look when he said he was 100% sure.
"Lao Jiang, do you really believe this young man?"
Sitting in the co-pilot was a middle-aged man in military uniform: "After undergoing blood transfusion and detoxification all over his body, he thinks he is Hua Tuo alive? Only a ghost would believe this."
He turned off the monitor on his body. At the same time, Jiang He took the monitor out of his chest pocket and pressed the off button.
"Meridian acupuncture kills the virus and cannot be cured without blood transfusion."
Jiang He sighed slightly: "You didn't see the look in his eyes at that time. He was so conceited. Even I thought it was true."
"Huh, that's what the doctor from Shangjing said, but what's the use?"
"Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have not succeeded each other. Even Yao Lao is helpless. How can he, a young boy, be more powerful than Yao Lao?"
The middle-aged man saw something wrong with Jiang He's expression and suddenly asked, "You're not really planning to change your blood, are you? Lao Jiang, you're already fifty this year, don't be joking."
"Did you know that exhalation solidifies?"
Jiang He came back to his senses and told the scene of just observing Qin Feng's breathing:
"The breaths form a line, gathering in the air and never scattering."
"Just a little Zhou Tian, his whole temperament has increased several times."
"And it seems to be extremely easy, even I can't do it."
The middle-aged man's face was slightly stiff: "You said he is a master of dark power?"
"That's right, it's still the peak of dark strength."
Jiang He nodded: "I have observed his killing techniques. He has airs, but his skills are rusty. He probably learned one and a half moves from an expert when he was young, and many of them are lost moves. I just don't know why he didn't persist.
Go down."
"In other words, he is not physically strong. He is not as good as me in terms of physical strength and actual combat experience, but his speed and awareness are more than half as good as mine."
"Given extraordinary talents, for many people, An Jin is the end point, but other people's end points are their starting points."
"What's more, he is now standing on the opposite side of the temple..."
He said meaningfully: "This kind of opportunity, for us, cannot be missed in vain."
"Return to the War Department!"
The middle-aged man decisively issued an order: "Meet Mr. Liu!"
The next second the business car drove away quickly, a figure stood up and took out the phone: "Angkor, the things have been taken away from a black business car with the license plate number Nan A7788."
"Hmph, the raccoon cat is replaced by the prince?"
Wu Gui's cold laughter sounded on the phone: "He's dead. Everyone pick him up, get in the car, and follow me to kill them!"
Here, Qin Feng followed A Hu and took the elevator to the top floor of the building. After stepping out of the elevator, Fang Zheng, who was pacing, immediately greeted him:
"Brother Qin, you didn't say hello when you came. It's really disrespectful to me."
"No matter what you say, I have to show my kindness as a landlord."
Qin Feng smiled slightly: "Just have fun, Mr. Fang is too polite."
He glanced at the heavily guarded corridor. There were burly men in suits guarding both sides. Headsets were hung on their ears, their eyes were fierce, and they all had bulging bulges on their waists. They were obviously hiding something.
It seems that with the lessons learned last time, Fang Zheng's security awareness has obviously improved a lot.
"Brother Qin, the people are almost here, let's go in and talk."
Fang Zheng, without any trace of ink, led Qin Feng into the end hall.
As soon as the door opened, Qin Feng felt that the light suddenly became brighter, and his field of vision became wider. He saw four or five people sitting in the hall, both men and women, well-dressed.
Most of them look familiar.
There is also an eight-foot fish tank placed near the window, which contains more than a dozen Feng Shui arowanas.
But before he could pay more attention, a figure had already walked up in a hurry and was about to kneel on the ground:
"Mr. Qin, I am here to apologize to you and admit that I was wrong."
