"Mr. Ding's situation is not optimistic. His family members should make preparations in advance."
The doctor took off his mask and said regretfully.
It took Ding Wanliang several minutes to understand the short words.
"You said, my brother is going to die?"
He asked almost word for word, his bloodshot eyes were red.
Ding Wanliang himself suffered injuries, including several fractures, and had to rely on crutches to walk.
However, he just limped all the way to the doctor's office, panting and asking without giving up: "Doctor! My brother is usually in good health and rarely catches a cold. How could he suddenly become so seriously ill?"
"How could he die?"
"Did you make a mistake?"
The doctor was used to seeing family members like this and patiently reassured him: "Mr. Ding's problems are accumulated over many years. This time, the disease broke out because his immune system couldn't suppress it."
"It's good that he's made it this far."
“If there’s anything you want to do, just do it.”
After saying that, the head nurse hurried in and called the doctor away.
Ding Wanliang stared at the other person's back, his mind buzzing.
He and Ding Kejin have been living together for more than 20 years, and they have two children in the family.
The Ding family is sparse, with no brothers above them and not many relatives.
Ding Wanliang was a little overwhelmed when such a big thing happened.
The assistant stood watching worriedly. After hesitating several times, he finally said, "Lieutenant Colonel Ding, why don't you ask the man named Chen? Could it be that he did something?"
Two days have passed, and the assistant still remembers that day when Chen Ming predicted that Ding Kejin would die soon, and he shuddered involuntarily.
"who?"
Ding Wanliang's reaction was a little slow, and he was a little confused when he heard the name "Chen Ming".
It took me a few seconds to remember.
"You want me to find him?! Impossible! This kind of person will do some weird things to fool people. He just opens his mouth to scare my brother!"
Ding Wanliang refused, not believing that Chen Ming could save his brother.
"But what Chen said is quite accurate. A dead horse should be treated as a living horse."
As soon as the assistant finished speaking, Ding Wanliang turned to glare at him fiercely. His legs felt weak and he held on to the door frame before he could stand.
"you're right."
I don’t know what Ding Wanliang was thinking. After a long time, he quietly said: "Didn’t he have new Chinese medicine? If my brother can’t be cured, then I will kill him. At least my brother will have a companion on the road to hell."
After the cocktail party, the seminar on traditional Chinese medicine was successfully held.
However, when major companies face the Qin family, they will avoid it to some extent, for fear of incurring the displeasure of the Ding family.
Everyone knew that Chen Ming had offended the Ding brothers severely, and no one wanted to be blamed.
But the strange thing is that for two days in a row, there was no big movement from the Qin family.
However, the city government's official website released the news of the mayor's sudden death, which caused many people to discuss it.
As for Chen Qiang, Han Guang only sent him a simple obituary notice at the military headquarters.
Qin occupies a small space in the seminar, with a few tables and chairs, and a rough booth, with three types of packaged pills occupying one corner each.
Passers-by in a hurry passed by them without even looking at them, which made Qin and his party very depressed.
Only Chen Ming always maintained a calm attitude, doing whatever he had to do without any anxiety at all.
Just when Dr. Fang was wondering whether he should imitate others and hire a host to liven up the atmosphere, Ding Wanliang walked towards their seat with the support of his assistant.
"Xiao Chen! Is he here to trouble you?"
Dr. Fang squinted to see the person clearly and subconsciously jumped up from his chair. He took Chen Ming's arm and pushed the person toward the side door.
"You go out and hide first. I'll call you when they leave."
"It's okay." Chen Ming didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The two of them were arguing, and in less than two minutes, Ding Wanliang had reached the edge of Qin's booth.
Companies on the left and right sides poked their heads out, waiting to see the show.
"Hehe, I just said that the Ding family will not let that boy go. Did you see it? Young Master Ding came here in person. He is dead!"
"Say less, or you may get burned!"
"What are you afraid of? There are so many people watching the fun!"
Sure enough, the news of Ding Wanliang's appearance at the seminar had spread, and companies and aristocratic families who had participated in the reception followed suit.
They are all waiting for the Ding family to find trouble.
In Bianzhou, there has never been anyone who offended the Ding brothers at the same time.
This dark horse company from Jiangzhou is afraid it will go bankrupt.
Companies interested in Qin's pills immediately started thinking about how to get some benefits from it.
Just when everyone was waiting for Ding Wanliang to deal with Chen Ming, this man pushed the assistant away, turned and took two steps forward, staring directly at Chen Ming.
"Why did you say that my brother was dying that day?"
His voice was hoarse, and he looked at Chen Ming with sinister and vicious eyes, as if he wanted to tear Chen Ming apart with his hands.
"At twelve o'clock tonight, your brother's soul will return to the underworld."
Chen Ming didn't answer him, but said something calmly, which made Ding Wanliang's eyes wide open.
"Chen! You are looking for death!"
He glared at Chen Ming fiercely, but without any threat.
Chen Ming glanced at his broken leg without hesitation, then looked at his arm in plaster, with a slight smile on his face: "Is something wrong? Just get out of here, don't block the road."
Ding Wanliang blocked outside the booth, affecting Qin's business.
Dr. Fang shivered and pulled other employees to lean back, fearing that Ding Wanliang would become angry and go crazy.
"Tell me, what did you do to my brother?"
Ding Wanliang roared at the top of his lungs, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
"Your brother's body is congenitally defective, and he will naturally die when the time comes."
"But I can save him."
"Are you sure you still want to talk to me like this now?"
Chen Ming didn't answer his words, and his low tone swept over Ding Wanliang, as if he was talking about eating and drinking.
"Haha, do you think I should believe it?"
Ding Wan's heart skipped a beat and he stepped forward unconsciously: "Prove it to me, otherwise I will kill all of you!"
"Tsk, is it just you?"
Chen Ming sneered, raised his leg and kicked Ding Wanliang over.
"Clang!"
Ding Wanliang's eyes were dazzled, and the god had already hit the ground heavily!
When did this person take action? !
He stared at Chen Ming in shock, his lower body unconscious and unable to move at all.
"It's only been a few days and you've forgotten how you got this injury?"
Chen Ming slowly stepped forward, stepped on Ding Wanliang's palm that was supporting the ground, and pressed down bit by bit, gradually crushing his only moving hand.
"Crack!"
The slight sound of bone cracking stimulated Ding Wanliang's nerves.
The memory of being pressed down and beaten by Chen Ming two days ago was awakened, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain. The assistant standing beside him was anxious and did not dare to challenge Chen Ming.
"I can save your brother, but you have to do something for me."
Chen Ming bent down slightly and met Ding Wanliang's eyes with his cold eyes.
