After the divorce, the CEO's ex-wife asked for forgiveness

After bringing Qian Wansheng back to the police station.

Liang Zhong ordered him to be imprisoned and no one was allowed to visit him.

"Young Master Ye, please wait for a few hours. Once I have prepared all the information, I will accompany you to the General Headquarters of the Imperial Guard to ask for the person. I don't believe that Pan Shiyi dares not to release the person." Liang Zhong was full of confidence.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

Ye Feng was very grateful.

"Okay, then I'll get to work first."

After Liang Zhong left.

Ye Feng waited quietly for half an hour, and his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Who is this?" Ye Feng asked.

"Mr. Ye, it's me, You Dayong from the Divine Fire Camp." The person on the other end of the phone said with a smile.

"Oh, Captain You, right?"

Ye Feng had forgotten about this matter. He had originally agreed to go with him to find the commander of the Imperial Guard to see if his illness could be cured, but he was delayed.

"By the way, can I meet Jiang Xuan?" Ye Feng asked.

"It should be fine."

You Dayong said, "I contacted the commander of our Divine Fire Battalion. He was very happy to hear that someone volunteered to treat Jiang Shuai. He was also willing to introduce us."

"Okay, then send me the address."

Ye Feng said.

After hanging up the phone.

You Dayong quickly sent a location.

Ye Feng found Liang Zhong again and told him, "Director Liang, I have to go out for something now. If you have the information ready, please let me know."

"Okay, Mr. Ye, you go ahead and get busy."

After Ye Feng left, he took a taxi and asked the driver to drive there according to the location.

About an hour later.

Arrived at the gate of a house in the city.

"Mr. Ye!"

After Ye Feng got off the car, he heard someone calling him and turned around to look.

I saw that You Dayong had been waiting for a long time, and with him was a girl wearing a tight leather jacket.

The girl has fair skin and neat short hair, giving her a heroic and explosive military temperament.

"Are you the Ye Feng that You Dayong mentioned?"

The girl looked at Ye Feng and asked.

"Yes, just call me Ye Feng." Ye Feng politely extended his hand and made a handshake gesture. "You should be the commander of the Divine Fire Battalion, right?"

"That's right!"

The girl simply responded calmly, crossed her arms, and ignored him.

Seeing this, Ye Feng could only withdraw his hand awkwardly.

You Dayong quickly smiled apologetically, breaking the awkward atmosphere, and said, "Mr. Ye, our battalion commander is Hua Ying, Commander Hua."

After saying that, he turned and asked, "By the way, Mr. Ye, didn't you say you had a way to cure Jiang Shuai? Why are you the only one here? Where's the miracle doctor?"

He turned around and looked, but saw no one else.

Ye Feng just smiled faintly, "I am a doctor."

"you?"

You Dayong was surprised.

He knew that Young Master Ye was very good at martial arts, but he didn't say that he knew medical skills.

When he heard him speak so confidently, he thought he had invited a miracle doctor.

However, Hua Ying's reaction after hearing this was even greater than You Dayong's. "Captain You, if you have nothing to do, practice your marksmanship more instead of messing around with these useless things."

She knew very well that Commander Jiang had seen many famous doctors in the capital, but they were all helpless and that ordinary doctors could not cure him at all.

How could a mere young boy possibly be cured?

You Dayong felt very aggrieved. If he had known that Ye Feng was talking about him, he would not have recommended him.

"Mr. Ye, General Jiang's condition cannot be cured by ordinary means. Otherwise, let's just forget it." He didn't want to disturb General Jiang, so as to avoid being blamed by Captain Hua.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Ye Feng didn't want to waste time talking and walked straight into the door.

Since there was an appointment, the security guard did not stop him.

After the three of them entered the inner courtyard.

Ye Feng saw a burly middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair in the pavilion, being pushed by a young man.

"That should be him, right?"

Ye Feng pointed at the middle-aged man in the wheelchair.

"Yes, next to him is his son, Jiang Zifeng, but..."

Before You Dayong finished speaking, Ye Feng walked out directly.

When he walked up to the man, Ye Feng found that he was indeed on the verge of death.

"Hello, my name is Ye Feng. Can I diagnose you?" Ye Feng said.

Ye Feng?

Hearing this name, Jiang Xuan's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked up at Ye Feng.

The moment his eyes met Ye Feng's, he wanted to stand up excitedly, "You, you are?"

"Father, don't get excited."

Jiang Zifeng quickly stopped his father.

However, Jiang Xuan's eyes never left Ye Feng. As he looked at him, he suddenly smiled.

"Haha, it seems that I am really going to die."

At that moment, he almost thought he saw an old friend.

The one he both loved and hated!

He had once idolized his boss, a teacher he respected immensely. He had once considered that person his lifelong idol, willing to fight for him and shed his blood.

But reality slapped him hard in the face.

The moment he saw with his own eyes his idol brutally slaughtering his compatriots and betraying his country, his faith collapsed.

And the young man in front of him actually looked somewhat like that man.

"Commander-in-chief, he is my friend. Maybe he has a way." Seeing that Jiang Xuan looked unwell, You Dayong hurriedly explained.

"he?"

Jiang Zifeng looked at him unkindly.

Jiang Xuan waved his hands, and said with a look of despair: "Let him be, we're all going to die anyway, so there's no harm in giving it a try!"

All the doctors had given him a death sentence and he had given up all hope.

Try to save the situation as it is dying.

Seeing his father say this, Jiang Zifeng could only nod and say, "Then please, but don't let my father suffer."

"I try my best!"

Ye Feng stepped forward, placed his fingers on Jiang Xuan's wrist, and began to diagnose.

He found that Jiang Xuan's pulse had almost stopped beating and seemed to be about to stop.

Looking at this familiar face, Ye Feng looked gloomy.

Twenty years ago, Jiang Xuan was Ye Wudi's confidant. He often followed Ye Wudi around and occasionally took Ye Feng to play together.

I didn't expect that the iron man in the past would become so weak now.

After a while.

You Dayong frowned and asked, "Mr. Ye, how is it? Are you sure?"

"Try it!"

After Ye Feng finished speaking, he turned to look at the boy and said, "Go get a knife."

Knife?

Several people were surprised!

Jiang Zifeng asked, "A scalpel? Sorry, I don't have one at home."

"No need, any knife will do." Ye Feng said.

"this!"

Jiang Zifeng was puzzled.

Jiang Xuan waved his hand weakly, "Go and bring it to Mr. Ye."

"But!"

"Don't worry about it, just go." Jiang Xuan said.

"OK then."

Since it's not a scalpel, it means it's not surgery.

As long as it doesn't make his father suffer, it's okay to take it.

After a while.

Jiang Zifeng personally brought a kitchen knife over and handed it to Ye Feng, then asked casually, "Sir, do you want to use a knife to cut the herbs? I wonder if this knife is suitable."

"No, it's a craniotomy."

Ye Feng took the kitchen knife.

Suddenly, everyone present was shocked!

Craniotomy?

Did he just say craniotomy?

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