The appearance of Song Hongyan made Ye Fan spend half an hour explaining to Shen Biqin.
In order to prevent his mother from bothering him, Ye Fan also said that he liked Song Hongyan, but Song Hongyan had not fallen in love with him yet, so his parents were calling him a joke tonight.
He asked his mother to keep a little distance so as not to delay Song Hongyan's reputation.
Hearing that the two were not boyfriend and girlfriend, Shen Biqin first looked melancholy and regretful, then she straightened her face and asked Ye Fan to take down Song Hongyan as soon as possible.
She didn't want to see Song Hongyan's juicy cabbage being eaten by other animals.
Ye Fan couldn't explain to his mother, so he had to find an excuse to sneak out.
The next morning, Ye Fan got up early. After practicing the Tai Chi Sutra, he asked Liu Fugui to take him to Rong'ai Hospital.
He was still thinking about Shen Qianshan's death.
After Ye Fan greeted Jin Ningbing, he went straight to Shen Qianshan's ward.
Because it was a murder case and Shen Qianshan's prominent status, the ward had been on alert for the past few days, and no outsiders were approaching to maintain the situation of the incident.
Ye Fan crossed the cordon, pushed open the door, and suddenly felt a cold and bloody air coming.
He stretched out his hand and breathed, then scanned the entire room.
The room is about thirty square meters, and is fully equipped with all kinds of medical equipment and living facilities, and they are neatly placed and not messy at all.
There were no signs of struggle on the hospital bed, the doors and windows were intact, and there was no blood on the walls and ceiling.
"Shen Qianshan was killed before he could react..."
Ye Fan murmured: "The police's judgment is completely correct."
The police also determined that the murderer jumped in through the window, stabbed Shen Qianshan to death in a very short time, and then evacuated the scene through the window.
The entire crime took no more than ten minutes, and the opponent's attack was fast and ruthless, without any clues being discovered by the bodyguard at the door.
It's just that these judgments are of no use. Not only did the police fail to identify the murderer, they also didn't even guess the murder weapon.
He searched the room but found nothing. Then he remembered the inspiration of Peach Blossom No. 1. He looked around the door and window, and then came to the window.
Next to the window is a willow tree with lush leaves, which not only blocks most of the harsh sunlight, but also brings cool breeze from time to time, which is very refreshing.
Ye Fan narrowed his eyes, suddenly reached out and grabbed a branch.
The branches are lush and green, and the tentacles are warm, showing strong vitality, but the end is broken.
"Click——"
Ye Fan folded another half and stared at the broken incision. The incision was a bit old, but not too old.
He touched it lightly and it pricked his hand.
"Ye Fan! Ye Fan!"
Just when Ye Fan was thinking about Shen Qianshan's wound, a shout suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Help, help."
Ye Fan was slightly startled and turned his head, just as he saw Tang Sanguo running in in a panic.
There were more than a dozen men and women following behind, all of them angry and aggressive.
Behind them is a middle-aged couple holding a child.
The middle-aged couple's faces were filled with tears, and they shouted hysterically to take their lives.
The girl had a ponytail and a pretty face, but now it was dark, her teeth were clenched, and her eyes were closed.
Tang Sanguo hurriedly closed the door and pushed a hospital bed to block it, isolating the murderous crowd outside.
"Bang bang bang——"
The door was quickly banged and crumbled amidst shouts.
Tang Sanguo took a few steps back in a panic, and took out his cell phone to call the police.
Ye Fan was stunned: "Old Tang, what's going on?"
"It's an unreasonable disaster, it's an unreasonable disaster."
Tang Sanguo hid behind Ye Fan, beating his chest and stamping his feet:
"I went through the discharge procedures for Ruoxue. I saw the child in the corridor pestering his mother and saying he was hungry, so I gave her the box of jelly that Qiqi bought for Ruoxue."
"Who knew, she ate too quickly and choked."
"I called the doctor for first aid on the spot, but I was choked to death and couldn't be saved..."
"My family members were angry and refused to listen to my explanation. Not only did they beat me, they also falsely accused me of being a human trafficker, and a bunch of people came to besiege me."
After Tang Sanguo finished speaking, he grabbed Ye Fan's clothes and shouted: "Ye Fan, save me quickly, save me quickly..."
"boom--"
At this moment, the door was knocked open, and more than a dozen people rushed in, shouting: "beat him to death, beat him to death."
"stop!"
Seeing a bunch of people swarming in and wanting to beat up Tang Sanguo, Ye Fan subconsciously blocked them.
He blocked, pressed, and swept with both hands, and seven or eight people were knocked back into the crowd by Ye Fan.
"You bastard, are you still looking for help to fight back?"
The middle-aged man was furious: "Beat him!"
More than a dozen people yelled and wanted to rush forward.
"boom!"
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense and punched the iron wardrobe. There was a loud bang, the wardrobe broke and there was a hole in the fist.
The whole place fell silent for a moment.
Both the middle-aged couple and the troublemakers were stunned when they saw this, obviously they had never seen such arrogant power.
But the crowd soon broke out into roars:
"Is it okay to kill someone? Is it okay to kill someone and threaten violence?"
"I'm not afraid of you. You can beat us to death if you can."
"Yes, he beat us to death so hard, he beat us all to death."
"Call the police, call the police, tell them there are traffickers here, killing children and beating people."
More than a dozen people complained angrily, their eyes like knives, wanting to kill Ye Fan and Tang Sanguo.
"Shut up!"
"Everyone be quiet!"
"Stop, I'm a doctor, let me take a look."
Before the middle-aged couple could angrily attack him, Ye Fan quickly separated the crowd with half a beat, walked directly to the patient, and put his hand on the child's pulse.
Maybe it was Ye Fan's domineering attitude, maybe it was Ye Fan's calmness that made the restlessness in the scene disappear inexplicably.
"Ye Fan, what are you doing, are you crazy?"
Tang Sanguo was shocked. Everyone was dead. Any further trouble would only make the family members angrier.
"Stop crying, the child can still be saved."
While Ye Fan held the child over, he shouted to the middle-aged couple:
"Give me half an hour, and I'll give you a daughter back."
The child now has no pulse and no heartbeat, but his pupils have not dilated and his soul has not disappeared. Jiugong Huanyang can gather a glimmer of life.
"What? Can the child be saved?"
"Is he really saved? Are you lying?"
The middle-aged couple grabbed Ye Fan's arm and shouted, with disbelief, but also with a glimmer of hope.
"Keep quiet, I'm going to save someone."
Ye Fan didn't talk nonsense to them, he just put the child on the hospital bed and took out the silver needle for disinfection.
The whole place fell silent, after all, there was no better way now.
At this moment, a contemptuous voice sounded coldly:
"Western medicine has declared him dead, so how can he save him? Traditional Chinese medicine is just pretending to be a ghost."
"Besides, have any of you seen such a young Chinese medicine doctor?"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in an uproar, talking, and questioning Mark.
Ye Fan frowned slightly, glanced at the door, and found a cold figure behind the crowd.
It was Huo Ziyan whom Taohua No. 3 had seen.
She was dressed in Chanel, with exquisite makeup and a proud expression. She was accompanied by several assistants and bodyguards.
Ye Fan guessed that she was passing by and took a curious look, and when she saw that the rescuer was herself, she sneered.
Apparently Assistant Liu Hai told her about 'silly woman'.
Ye Fan ignored her and just held the silver needle and used it. Soon, the Jiugong Huanyang needle was finished, and he locked the little girl's chance of survival.
It's just that she didn't wake up as Ye Fan imagined.
Ye Fan muttered: "Strange, why aren't you awake yet?"
At this moment, Huo Ziyan's disdainful voice sounded coldly again:
"Let me tell you, he is a charlatan, treating dead patients as living horses and trying to impress the public."
"If he is really capable, he will no longer hang out in this small hospital, nor will he be unknown in Zhonghai."
"It's better to make him stop immediately, lest the person suffers the consequences even if he dies..."
She was very contemptuous: "The family members had better send him to the police station, so as not to cause publicity and kill people next time..."
Instigated by her, the middle-aged couple became angry again and yelled at Ye Fan:
"I shouldn't believe you, you are in the same group."
"It's not enough to kill my daughter, but you also have to insult her body. Why does Yanyan have such a miserable life?"
"Kill him, beat these two bastards to death. They are both human traffickers. They deliberately rescued Jin Chan to escape his shell."
The crowd at the scene shouted with indignation and stared at Tang Sanguo by the window.
Tang San's national football team went limp, pulling on Ye Fan's sleeves and saying: "Ye Fan, call the police, call the police quickly..."
"How could I forget this?"
Ye Fan ignored the anger of everyone and just stared at the little girl for examination. There was no problem with Jiugong returning Yang, but why didn't the little girl wake up?
After thinking for a while, Ye Fan suddenly slapped his head.
