Douluo: You call this a toy

"You know him?"

Song Changpei's answer undoubtedly admitted that the gold medal imperial doctor was Chu Guoxue.

"I'm not very familiar with him. Since you're looking for him, go ahead."

The other party looked down on him, and the doctor he was looking for was his enemy. Yang Fan felt quite uncomfortable and turned around and got off the car.

"You won't accept the money? Zhan Xiong's friend, if it's too little, I can add more."

Yang Fan stood under the car, looked at Song Changpei with pitiful eyes, and said, "Your liver is bad. It would be best to cut it off as soon as possible."

Then, he strode away. In fact, Yang Fan didn't plan to ask for much money if he could cure his disease. If he came back to Chu Guoxue after looking for him, he wouldn't take action unless he gave him tens of millions. ?

"How did you talk? Sir, do you want to teach him a lesson?"

Looking at Yang Fan's figure, the driver's eyes were cold. It was the first time he had seen him talking to Song Changpei like this.

Song Changpei's face turned pale and he said, "Drive."

"Sir, are we going home or somewhere else?"

Seeing that his master looked unhappy, the driver asked cautiously.

"I'll go home first and prepare some gifts, and then I'll visit Chu Guoxue."

The driver responded and drove away.

Yang Fan rushed to the hospital and was chatting with some decoration workers when Bai Lan called. There was too much noise in the room, so he walked outside.

"Have you met Uncle Song?"

Hearing Bai Lan's pleasant voice, Yang Fan swept away his gloomy mood and said, "See you."

"Then you cured him?"

Bai Lan asked.

Yang Fan smiled bitterly and said, "I think I am young and my medical skills are not good, so I might go to Chu State to learn."

"How could Uncle Song do this? His illness may not be cured by Chu Guoxue. Believe me, he will come back to you. Don't be polite. Ask for at least 5000 million."

"No matter how much money is spent, let him get a liver replacement."

"No matter what choice you make, I will always support you."

Talking with Bai Lan, Yang Fan felt very comfortable and couldn't help but want to chat with her for a while.

Around seven o'clock in the evening, when Yang Fan was about to leave the hospital, his cell phone rang. It was Song Changpei's call. He didn't want to answer it, but out of curiosity and wanted to know the treatment situation, he hesitated for a few seconds and answered the call.

"Hello Dr. Yang, please excuse my intrusion. I would like to ask a question. How did you know that my liver is not good?"

You can hear that Song Changpei's tone is a little excited, and you may understand the meaning of his words.

"Guess."

Yang Fan responded coldly.

"Haha, I didn't expect Dr. Yang to joke. Many experts have examined me, but they didn't tell me the specific condition. Can you tell me?"

Yang Fan understood that if he didn't tell him about his illness, he wouldn't be believed.

Said: "The liver is the largest digestive gland in the human digestive system. The weight of an adult liver is between one and two and a half kilograms. However, your current liver disease is estimated to be less than [-] kilograms. How do you think it will shrink?"

"Others said it was cirrhosis of the liver."

Song Changpei said.

"Cirrhosis can reduce the size of the liver, but it has little effect on the weight. Clinically, it will inevitably be misdiagnosed. This is a rare disease. By the way, it will eventually shrink to the size of a biscuit. Of course, by then, it will be You are no longer here."

"I have something else to do, so let's do this first."

Yang Fan hung up the phone at the right time, looking down on him as a wise doctor. He didn't care. He sent him to find Chu Guoxue, which hurt him. If there was no blood, he would not treat him, even if Bai Zhanxiong came forward.

Thinking of Song Changpei's deflated appearance, Yang Fan twisted his lips into an evil smile, looked back at the medical center, and walked away.

After Yang Fan hung up the phone, Song Changpei slowly closed his eyes. It was easy to see from his frown that he seemed to be trying his best to endure it. He had just met Chu Guoxue, who diagnosed him and told him , his liver contracted a kind of atrophy, and he declared that no one in the world could cure him, and directly sentenced him to death.

Yang Fan's diagnosis was consistent with Chu Guoxue, and someone had mentioned this condition before. While despairing, he also realized Yang Fan's superb medical skills.

As a successful man and a boss worth billions, money is like a ghost coin to him, and his body is the first priority. When he thinks that his liver is gradually shrinking, and there are only a few good years left, he is quite unwilling.

"Sir, are you going back?"

Seeing his master's pained expression, the driver felt bad. Song Changpei treated him well and took great care of him. He wondered what kind of disease he had and whether it could really be cured.

Song Changpei seemed to be asleep and didn't speak. After more than a minute, he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Go to Bai's house immediately."

"it is good."

The driver didn't dare to neglect and drove there.

When he returned to Jinding Family, he was stopped by the security again. The community was strictly managed and no one was allowed to enter without a pass. Fortunately, Liu Xueru had already returned to the villa and came to the door to take him in.

"Living here all the time is not an option. How about repacking the Jinye Apartment and moving back?"

The two walked side by side, and Liu Xueru expressed her thoughts to him.

"I'll stay for two more days and wait until I find a suitable place."

Yang Fan is also thinking about this issue. If he wants to rent a house, an ordinary three-bedroom apartment will cost several thousand yuan, tens of thousands a year. How about selling the gold foil apartment and buying another one? His goal is a villa, and now he wants to rent one. I was short of money and hesitated on this matter.

"Then hurry up, we can't keep bothering Bai Lan."

For some reason, thinking of Bai Lan, Liu Xueru felt a little uneasy.

Yang Fan nodded and said nothing.

Entering the villa, the four bodyguards were still there. After Liu Xueru entered the building, Yang Fan called them aside.

Asked: "Are you all veterans?"

All four nodded.

Yang Fan added: "You are not vigilant enough. Last night, I climbed up to the second floor from outside, and you didn't notice it. If the person who sneaked in was a killer, you should all know the consequences."

After hearing this, several people looked at each other in confusion, and then looked at Yang Fan in disbelief.

No one was surprised when they found an extra man in the building in the morning, because they all left for a while and thought they knew it. When they saw the horror in each other's eyes, they broke out in cold sweat.

Sneaking into the second floor under his nose, one of the bodyguards refused to accept it.

"How did you get in?"

"Climb the wall."

After Yang Fan finished speaking, he walked into the main building.

Several bodyguards gathered together, wondering what they were talking about.

The hall on the first floor was so big. Yang Fan took an apple and sat on the sofa. Xiaolian immediately brought tea.

"Brother Yang, drink water."

Yang Fan glanced at her. This girl was doing well today. She was indeed thirsty and finished her drink.

"Zhihan came back late from class. If anything happens in the future, just ask her."

Xiaolian was like a qualified waiter, standing in front of Yang Fan respectfully.

"Well, your cooking is delicious, go and get busy."

"Ok."

After being praised by Yang Fan, Xiaolian felt so happy that she walked to the kitchen and said to Deng Caiwen who was busy: "You help me chop the vegetables and I'll fry them."

Deng Caiwen was startled. When had Xiaolian ever been so positive? She seemed to be in a good mood. He took off his apron and tied it on her body.

Liu Xueru stayed in the bedroom and couldn't come out. What was she doing?Yang Fan walked over curiously.