The god-level son-in-law of the female president

At this moment, there was a sound of brakes outside the door, a Wuling van stopped, and four or five figures jumped out.

The leader was a young man with dyed hair, wearing a jacket and smoking a cigarette, looking rebellious.

He rushed into Chunyuan Hall with his people, and saw Tu Haifeng lying on the hospital bed, sobbing loudly.

"Father, what's the matter with you! If you disappear, our family will also be broken up!"

His follower shouted hysterically: "Quack doctor, what have you done to Uncle Tu!"

"If Tu Shusi dies, I will smash your plaque!"

The young man with dyed hair stroked his sleeves, his face was fierce, and he raised his fist to trouble Ye Huan.

"Did you, a quack doctor, kill my father! See if I don't beat you to death!"

The people brought by the young man all held sticks in their hands, followed them with fierce eyes, and planned to beat Ye Huan at any time.

Seeing this, Zhang Haifeng quickly called up the security guards.

Chunyuantang has been operating in Hangzhou for many years. Although it has a deep foundation, it has attracted the envy of many people.

In order to prevent others from secretly targeting, Chunyuantang had already organized a security team.

These security guards are all skilled practitioners, they rushed up swiftly and stopped the young man and the others.

Ye Huan glanced at the young man and the others, and said faintly:

"Did you come in and see Tu Haifeng with your eyes, and you just say he's dead?"

"Or, did you guys collude a long time ago and come here on purpose to mess things up?"

This remark hit the nail on the head, causing the young man with dyed hair to change his face slightly.

But he quickly calmed down, pointed at Ye Huan's nose and cursed:

"Stop the quack doctor and spit on me! My father is lying on the hospital bed and there is no movement, what is it if he is dead?"

Ye Huan said indifferently: "Then let me ask you, if you sleep at night and don't move, can I treat you as dead and bury you alive?"

The young man with dyed hair stagnated, "This..."

Ye Huan continued: "Besides, when you saw your father having an accident, you didn't send him to the hospital right away, but troubled us. Is this how you treat your father?"

Everyone looked surprised.

That's right, this young man is so strange, why is he wasting his time here if he doesn't go to rescue his father?

It's really hopeless at that time, so it's not too late to find fault?

The young man with dyed hair said forcefully: "Fart! Something happened to my father, if I don't ask you, who can I look for!"

His companion echoed: "Exactly! You quack doctor, you obviously want to shirk responsibility, you are dreaming!"

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Some people didn't think the matter was a big deal, and they shouted one after another: "The matter happened because of Chunyuan Hall, you have to be responsible."

"That's right, I sent it to the hospital, and when the time comes, you just leave it alone, so what should I do?"

Seeing everyone supporting him, the young man with dyed hair became even more confident, and said viciously to Ye Huan: "We must give an explanation for today's matter!" Seven

Ye Huan said calmly, "Then tell me what you want."

"The requirements are not high, and you will pay 5000 million yuan! Otherwise, you will report to the police department and close your clinic!"

Zhang Haitang couldn't sit still, and vetoed:

"Your Excellency, the lion, opened his mouth. 5000 million is impossible."

The young man with dyed hair threatened coldly: "Then wait for the hospital to be smashed!"

Taking advantage of the gap, Ye Huan wrote a note and handed it to Zhang Haitang.

When Zhang Haitang saw the phone number above, he immediately understood.

After Zhang Haitang stepped back, Ye Huan smiled and looked at the young man with dyed hair.

"Don't jump around, or else, I'll save your father, and everyone will be cleared."

The young man with dyed hair asked suspiciously: "What are you doing! I don't allow you to touch my father's body!"

Ye Huan said lightly: "That's up to you."

The security guards were very clever. When they heard Ye Huan speak, they surrounded the young man and the others to prevent them from disturbing Ye Huan.

Everyone was stunned, a little confused.

Can a dead person be resurrected?

Ye Huan said with a smile: "Today, I will perform a miracle for everyone, everyone is watching!"

After a while, the apprentice rushed over, holding a bowl of steaming soup in his hand.

The soup and medicine are red in the black, like a bowl of boiling magma, which makes people frightened when they look at it.

The young man with dyed hair became even more uneasy, and quickly shouted: "Quack doctor, what are you trying to do!"

Ye Huan took the soup and said slowly:

"Don't be afraid, this soup is very miraculous. It can bring life and death to human flesh and bones, and the dead can be resurrected!"

Everyone's eyes widened with surprise, what kind of joke is this?

Ye Huan said solemnly: "I dare to assure everyone that after this dose of medicinal soup, Tu Haifeng will wake up immediately!"

"If it can't be done, I will pay 5000 million on the spot and close the Chunyuan Hall at the same time!"

Everyone said suspiciously: "It doesn't matter if you say it, Chunyuan Hall will not belong to you."

The young man with dyed hair hurriedly said: "That's right, which onion are you? Pour out this soup!"

Zhao Haitang stood up: "Don't worry everyone, Mr. Ye and Master are best friends, he can make the decision!"

When everyone heard the words, they couldn't doubt it anymore, but the young man with dyed hair was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"Get out of the way! I won't allow you to insult my father's body!"

Hearing this, his companions waved their sticks and threw them at the security guards.

The security guards were caught off guard, revealing a gap, allowing the young man to slip through.

The young man was overjoyed and kicked Ye Huan, but was slapped away by Ye Huan.

"Just your three-legged cat kung fu, show it off in front of me."

Ye Huan sneered, parted Tu Haifeng's lips, and poured the hot soup into it.

"Ahhh!"

Almost at the moment of entrance, Tu Haifeng screamed in pain.

He thumped his body and moved his hands towards his face, trying to shake off the porcelain bowl containing the soup.

Everyone was taken aback and screamed back a few steps, thinking it was haunted.

Ye Huan sneered, forced Tu Haifeng down, and poured all the soup and medicine.

"Why are you running in such a hurry, the disease can only be cured when the medicine arrives."

Tu Haifeng gurgled in his throat, his face and neck were red, and his lips were covered with blisters.

No matter how much he struggled and screamed, Ye Huan didn't let go.

It wasn't until there was no drop of soup left in the bowl that Yoyo stood up.

Ye Huan smiled and looked at the young man: "What are you doing in a daze, isn't your father alive? Take him home."

The young man's eyes almost burst into flames: "Damn bastard, I won't let you go!"

As he spoke, he rushed to Tu Haifeng, poured out the powder and smeared it on Tu Haifeng.

Everyone looked at Tu Haifeng's miserable appearance, their hearts throbbed, and they looked at Ye Huan in awe.

Now, how could they not understand everything!

Tu Haifeng and this young man with dyed hair are in the same group!

They came here to frame Ye Huan and discredit Chunyuantang!

Ye Huan bowed his hands to everyone, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, everyone, there is no disease in the world that Chunyuantang can't cure!"

"Look at this patient, who came back from the dead! Everyone should help us spread the word."

The crowd sincerely praised:

"Of course we have to promote it! Chunyuantang is an old brand! We will come here to treat diseases in the future!"