Wang Yizhou's face was full of pain.
"I can cure a large number of patients every day. But I can't cure my daughter. I am in too much pain."
Wang Yizhou: "My daughter's paralysis is an incurable disease that can only be alleviated but cannot be cured."
"Over the years, I have been trying every possible way to extend her life, but... I have run out of tricks."
"Her lifespan, with various supplements and methods, can only live for another month."
"If there's no other way, I'm going to lose her in a month."
"At this time, this experimental drug produced by the Huaguo Laboratory is my only hope."
"Whether I succeed or fail, I will give it a try."
Ye Yang nodded slightly. He was unwilling to let Wang Yizhou become his disciple before because he didn't want the trouble.
But at this moment, he felt a little soft-hearted.
A father who treats his daughter so well is worthy of admiration.
"Let me tell you the truth, my handiwork was in the medicine in the Huaguo Laboratory. That medicine cannot cure your daughter's disease."
"ah?"
Wang Yizhou was completely dumbfounded.
He had no doubt that Ye Yang was involved in the drug.
After all, Ye Yang's medical level was something he had seen with his own eyes.
Ye Yang even had the genuine version of the Wang family's secret Nine Needles of Resurrection.
But when he said the words "cannot be cured", it was as if he was struck by lightning, and Wang Yizhou was stunned on the spot.
"Then, what should we do?"
Wang Yizhou's last hope was shattered, and he was in a state of confusion, like a zombie.
Ye Yang's next words made his whole body tremble.
"I can actually cure your daughter's disease."
Ye Yang said calmly: "If you had brought me here earlier, I could have cured her in a few minutes. It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a bit late now."
Wang Yizhou was surprised and happy, but also even more scared.
In the past, patients were most afraid of the word "late" coming out of their mouths, but now he heard it from other doctors and was frightened.
"Mr. Ye, can it still be cured now?" Wang Yizhou was extremely nervous.
Ye Yang smiled and said: "Now it can't be cured in a few minutes. It will take half an hour."
Boom!
It was like a bolt of lightning roared in his mind, and Wang Yizhou became excited.
This great news made his whole body tremble violently. This is the biggest good news he has heard in the past twenty years!
"thump!"
Wang Yizhou knelt down directly: "Mr. Ye, please, please give my daughter medical treatment."
"This is a transfer agreement. As long as you save my daughter, this medicine hall will belong to you."
He has already drawn up this agreement and even signed it.
As long as Ye Yang writes a thousand words, this medicine hall belongs to Ye Yang.
"Get up."
After Ye Yang finished speaking, he came to Wang Yizhou's daughter.
Long-term paralysis has made Wang Yizhou's daughter very thin, like a skeletal beauty.
But Ye Yang likes plump ones, and such bony ones are particularly pitiful in his eyes.
I'm planning on getting treatment.
Outside, a voice suddenly sounded.
"Uncle Wang, look who I brought here."
At this time, two figures entered the medicine hall.
Ye Yang took a look and saw an acquaintance among them.
The fly that was following Shen Qingxue before was Feng Zhihui.
Feng Zhihui said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, one of the eight great doctors, Songping, and his direct disciple, Rongzhu, I have invited from Shanghai for you!"
"Songping, the eight great miraculous doctors in China, is the most powerful at treating paralysis."
"His direct disciple, Mr. Eizhu, also received seventy-eight points of true inheritance from Master Songping."
"It took me a lot of effort to invite him here today, but today, Uncle Wang, your daughter will definitely be cured."
Feng Zhihui came in confidently with Rong Zhu in a robe.
Wang Yizhou had already agreed to treat Ye Yang, but at this moment he was shaking his head.
After all, he himself is in this circle, and his medical skills are also good.
He knew that Ye Yang was the only one in the world who could cure his daughter's disease.
Not to mention Rong Zhu, a direct disciple, even Song Ping, one of the eight great doctors, could not do anything about his daughter's disease.
"No, Mr. Feng, I appreciate your kindness, but this time, I ask Mr. Ye to treat you."
Feng Zhihui was obviously not here for the first time, and he already knew Wang Yizhou.
"Why are you, a reform-through-labor prisoner, a freeloader?"
When Feng Zhihui saw Ye Yang, his hair suddenly exploded.
"Uncle Wang, he is a labor reform prisoner, how can he possibly cure the disease? I don't know how he deceived you, but he must be a liar!"
Feng Zhihui said firmly: "You must not let him treat sister Lian'er, he will kill sister Lian'er."
"Ye Yang, you reform-through-labor prisoner, why do you go around cheating? Even if you lie to Qingxue, why do you even cheat a patient who is paralyzed in bed? Do you have any conscience anymore?"
"Uncle Wang, you must never believe what this trash says."
Wang Yizhou was a little confused. Re-education through labor prisoner? A soft-boiled person?
Feng Zhihui was even more angry, as if he wanted to vent his unhappiness from last time: "Ye Yang, you must have seen the advertisement posted by Uncle Wang outside for the transfer of the medicine hall, and you are here to deceive people, right?"
"Aren't you just interested in Uncle Wang's medicine hall worth 300 million?'
"As long as I am here today, I will never let your conspiracy succeed!"
He then took out an agreement he had drawn up: "Uncle Wang, I worked hard to invite Mr. Rongzhu from Shanghai today. If this can only be done for Sister Lianhua, this medicine hall, logically speaking, should Just transfer it to me, right?"
Ye Yang finally understood that this clown was interested in Wang Yizhou's medicine hall.
In other words, he has taken a fancy to this piece of land.
This is the most prosperous place in the entire Jianghai City. By then, even if you don't build a medicine hall and build another shop or something, you will still make a lot of money.
Wang Yizhou still shook his head.
He has determined that only Ye Yang can save his daughter.
"Master Feng, it's not easy for you to invite Mr. Rongzhu. I know this, but my daughter's disease is very troublesome, and Mr. Rongzhu may not be able to cure her."
Mr. Rongzhu, who was wearing a long gown next to him, changed his expression slightly when he heard this.
Doesn't this mean that his medical skills are not good?
Feng Zhihui quickly smoothed things over and said, "Uncle Wang, you have misunderstood. Mr. Rongzhu has been studying in Shanghai recently with the miracle doctor Songping, specifically for this paralyzed patient."
He looked at the skinny beauty Lian'er lying on the hospital bed.
There was a hint of greed in his eyes.
In ancient times, there were thin Yangzhou thin horses, but today there are thin girls like Lian'er.
He just liked this mouthful, liked this feeling of being soft and weak, about to faint at any moment, just like Lin Daiyu.
