"I do. Let them go out and I'll show you my skills." Ye Chen glanced at Wu Hong and others.
Zhuge Qingcheng was surprised and subconsciously looked behind Ye Chen, but saw nothing.
Could this miracle doctor be able to conjure a flute out of thin air?
An idea suddenly came to Zhuge Qingcheng's head. She turned to look at Wu Hong and the bodyguards and said, "Brother Ang, please take them all out first."
"Qingcheng, I'm afraid this isn't appropriate..." Wu Hong frowned slightly. Although he had teased Ye Chen repeatedly before, he was still very serious when it came to serious matters.
Let a person who has just met him be in the same room as Zhuge Qingcheng, and he will not be worried if he is killed.
"You guys go out. As long as I'm here, your big star won't be in any danger." Ye Chen said proudly.
Glancing at him, Wu Hong did not hide her thoughts and said directly: "I'm just afraid that you will be detrimental to Qingcheng."
The charm of the goddess Qingcheng is too great. Unless a man like him who likes men will not be attracted, other men with normal orientation will definitely not be able to resist the temptation of Zhuge Qingcheng.
The young man in front of him is full of blood. What if they all leave and he does something bad to Zhuge Qingcheng?
Ye Chen showed a meaningful smile, stretched out, took out a coin and flicked it out.
"when."
The chandelier in the ward exploded immediately, which made Wu Hong and the others stunned.
"How about it? If I want to hurt your big star, do you think it will have a big impact if you stay here?" Ye Chen smiled half-heartedly.
Wu Hong suddenly stopped talking. Popping out a coin can cause such terrifying destructive power, which is obviously beyond the scope of normal humans.
The young miracle doctor in front of him was definitely one of the legendary martial arts masters.
"Brother Angkor, please get out quickly. He is such a strange man, and he will definitely not embarrass a weak woman like me." Zhuge Qingcheng said calmly.
Wu Hong sighed and had no choice but to wave his hand and call the bodyguards to leave with him.
But they didn't go far, just wandering in the corridor at the door of the ward.
"You are good at talking, and you didn't forget to put on a tall hat for me." Ye Chen smiled and shook his head.
He naturally understood Zhuge Qingcheng's little thoughts at a glance.
But he didn't care. Instead, he said with a smile on his face: "It's just the two of us now. Next is the moment to witness the miracle. Don't blink."
"Yeah." Zhuge Qingcheng's curiosity had reached its peak at this time. She really wanted to see where Ye Chen would conjure a flute.
Ye Chen smiled slightly and turned his right hand in the void.
The next second, there was a silver-white brilliance flowing in his palm.
The halo grew bigger and bigger, and soon enveloped his entire arm.
When the silvery white light dissipated, Ye Chen actually held an emerald green jade flute in his hand.
"Oh my God, am I dreaming? This is too magical." Zhuge Qingcheng opened his mouth slightly, looking shocked.
"You can think of it as a dream." Ye Chen shrugged.
Zhuge Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, and then sat quietly by the bed, waiting for Ye Chen to play.
At this time, although Ye Chen did not start playing, his temperament had changed, making people feel like they were afraid to look directly at him.
Zhuge Qingcheng's heart trembled, and the expert would know if it was there as soon as he took action.
Just a preparatory move before playing, a slight brewing of emotions, Zhuge Qingcheng immediately understood that Ye Chen's musical attainments were definitely not inferior to his calligraphy.
"call."
As Ye Chen played, a sad and solemn atmosphere unfolded, making Zhuge Qingcheng's heart tremble, as if he had traveled back to an era full of war and smoke.
A group of young warriors fought bloody battles on an unknown battlefield, but in front of them were a steady stream of enemies.
Even if they are not afraid of sacrifice and fight unyieldingly, they will still inevitably die in battle.
The red robe of the soldier and the flag of the team are soaked in a sea of blood. What cannot be broken is the unyielding heroic soul.
Wearing red, they walk on the tip of the knife, in order to protect everything behind them, even if they die without regrets.
In a daze, Zhuge Qingcheng's eyes were wet, and she was completely immersed in the melody played by Ye Chen.
She seemed to see countless young faces, sacrificing their lives and blood for the country, just hoping to create a peaceful world for future generations.
When the song ended, Zhuge Qingcheng was already in tears.
Compared with those sad pop music, this unknown song deserves to be called the ceiling of sad music.
"What's the name of this piece?" Zhuge Qingcheng asked.
Ye Chen replied calmly: "Heroes never return."
Nodding, Zhuge Qingcheng took a deep look at Ye Chen and exclaimed: "At such a young age, you have so many extraordinary methods, incredible medical skills, terrifying skills, and are also proficient in calligraphy and music. Who are you? ah."
"I'm Chinese." Ye Chen touched his nose and felt humorous.
Zhuge Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said, "Me too."
"Is this piece of music your interpretation of your own experience?" After a moment of silence, Zhuge Qingcheng couldn't help but ask curiously.
It is obviously impossible to perform such a tragic and heroic piece without having experienced it personally.
This is not a question of technique, but of emotion, and only those who have experienced it can understand.
"That's right." Ye Chen couldn't deny it, "I can only tell you that my code name in the army was called "Foolish Doctor".
Ye Chen sighed. After three years, he mentioned his former name to others for the first time.
The trick doctor, Zhuge Qingcheng trembled, her eyes flickering on Ye Chen.
She didn't know why, but she felt that the young man in front of her, who was several years younger than herself, had a soul that had experienced many vicissitudes of life living in his body.
Just when Zhuge Qingcheng was still about to explore Ye Chen's secret, there was a knock on the door of the ward.
"Dong dong dong."
Zhuge Qingcheng came to her senses immediately, and she shouted toward the door: "Come in!"
As her voice fell, Sun Siyuan walked in from the ward with a lot of medicine bags in his hands.
Wu Hong and the others also returned to the ward, and their eyes looked at Ye Chen with a touch of respect.
Obviously, the sound of Ye Chen's flute just now affected them, making their blood boil.
"Do you need me to find someone to cook the medicine?" Sun Siyuan put down the medicine bag and asked Ye Chen.
He had just returned here, and of course he didn't hear the flute playing.
Shaking his head, Ye Chen said with a smile: "No, if you boil it into a decoction and take it orally, Qingcheng's face won't be healed even in three years, let alone three years."
"Then what are you going to do?" Sun Siyuan was slightly stunned.
Glancing at him, Ye Chen said calmly: "I won't explain this to you, just watch from the sidelines."
Sun Siyuan was not angry when he heard Ye Chen's rude words.
He laughed dryly and stepped aside obediently.
