Wonderful Immortal Doctor

Huangfurong looked arrogant: "Don't be so shameless! It was Jiaojiao who gave you the opportunity. A little person like you will turn around if you seize the opportunity. Don't pretend to be pretentious with me here!"

Chen Wanli said angrily: "So I still have to thank you?"

Huangfurong's face turned red with anger. He took several deep breaths before he could barely hold back his anger:

“You’re holding the rack because you want money, right?”

She took out a bank card from her bag: "There are ten million in it. Go back and see Jiaojiao. This card is yours."

Huangfurong thought he had seen through Chen Wanli, and if he had enough money, this boy would be like those people in the past, doing her bidding like a dog.

Chen Wanli smiled mockingly: "You should keep this money for your daughter's beautiful funeral!"

Huangfu Rong saw that Chen Wanli was not able to get in, so he tilted his head towards the bodyguard: "Go and catch this bastard."

Several bodyguards rushed towards Chen Wanli with ferocious expressions on their faces.

Unexpectedly, as soon as one of them got close, Chen Wanliyi punched him in the face.

Immediately afterwards, he grabbed someone's arm at random, and bang!

Turning over and falling on his back, the man smashed the front windshield of the car into a spider web.

Chen Wanli jumped into the flock, and in just half a minute, all the bodyguards brought by Huangfurong fell to the ground and could not move.

The place was dead silent.

Huangfurong took half a step back in horror. The bodyguards she brought with her were all at the level of special forces soldiers.

Being fucked like this in the blink of an eye?

Huangfurong knew that it was impossible to force Chen Wanli, so he put away his majesty and said: "How on earth are you going to agree to go back!?"

"If you don't have enough money, you can make whatever price you want!"

Chen Wanli was very unhappy: "Do you really think you can do whatever you want if you have money?"

"Let me make an offer, right? OK!"

"Now you kneel down and kowtow to me to apologize, slap yourself in the face ten times, and admit that you are blind and stupid like a pig. I will go back and continue to treat Song Jiaojiao."

Huangfurong clenched his fists tightly: "How dare you humiliate me?"

Chen Wanli remained calm and calm: "Humiliation?!"

"I'm just teaching you how to behave!"

Huangfurong's anger surged and he was about to say harsh words.

Song Siming has arrived.

Looking at the bodyguard lying on the floor, he could naturally guess what happened, and he heard Chen Wanli's words clearly.

Although Chen Wanli's words were too strong and Song Siming was slightly unhappy, the displeasure only flashed through his heart.

He knew Huangfurong's temper very well, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that she brought it upon herself.

Besides, nothing is more important than Song Jiaojiao's illness.

In the past few years that he had taken Song Jiaojiao to seek medical advice, Chen Wanli was the only famous doctor who could make his daughter take the initiative to say something useful.

It's just that he didn't firmly believe in Chen Wanli. He wanted to slap himself a few times!

Seeing the mess here, look at Chen Wanli's cold expression.

Song Siming became angry and stepped forward and slapped Huangfurong on the face.

The beating caused Huangfu Rong to stagger back and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Song Siming said angrily: "I asked you to beg Mr. Chen to go back, not to make you crazy!"

Huangfurong covered his face in disbelief: "You dare to hit me?!"

"I will not only beat you, but if you continue to make trouble, I will go to your old man and expose all the bad things you did."

When Huangfurong heard this, she immediately became quiet. She was not afraid of anything, but she was extremely afraid of her old man.

"Brother Chen, I was rude today, I want to apologize to you! Just give me face!" Song Siming said with a smile.

Chen Wanli smiled and said: "You, the richest man in Song Dynasty, naturally have face, but I am a person who spits and nails every time. Even if I am the richest man, you can't let me eat my words, right?"

Song Siming nodded, looked at Huangfurong with a fierce look, raised his hand and slapped him a dozen times in a row.

He slapped Huangfurong until his face became swollen, and he sat down on the ground, forgetting to even cry.

"Brother Chen, are you taking your anger out like this?" Song Siming asked.

"I keep my word, go back now!" Chen Wanli nodded.

Chen Wanli returned to Song Jiaojiao's room, while Qiao Si was still standing at the door.

"Can I go in and take a look?" Qiao Si couldn't help but ask.

"Okay, I'll give you some insights so you don't dare to spit shit next time you open your mouth!" Chen Wanli sneered and walked into the bedroom.

Song Jiaojiao was sitting on the bed with her legs in her arms, curled up in a ball.

"Mom, are you not embarrassment?" Song Jiaojiao asked cautiously. She was so eager for the feeling of falling asleep for a few seconds just now, for fear that her mother would offend Chen Wanli.

"Yeah. It's okay. Come on, let's get the acupuncture again!" Chen Wanli smiled.

Song Jiaojiao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly lay down on the bed again.

Chen Wanli applied the acupuncture again, and after the needle fell again, Song Jiaojiao fell into a deep sleep.

Qiao Si and Song Siming looked on, dumbfounded.

"Your acupuncture skills are so amazing! So amazing!" Qiao Si exaggerated.

Chen Wanli was too lazy to pay attention and only said to Song Siming: "I will leave a prescription and take the medicine according to the prescription. I will come and help her with acupuncture every three days!"

Song Siming quickly nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Chen Wanli was about to leave, Qiao Si took a step forward: "Mr. Chen, I, I want to become your teacher, I want to learn acupuncture!"

"Many mental patients suffer from insomnia. If I can learn acupuncture, I..."

Qiao Si was still talking to himself, but Chen Wanli rolled his eyes, turned around and left.

"Master...teach me..."

Song Siming stepped in, stopped Qiao Si, and followed Chen Wanli downstairs.

"Brother, I'm very sorry about what happened today. This car was originally going to be given to you at the hospital, but you walked too fast and missed it. The car is to thank you for saving my daughter's life."

"I have a villa on the top of Tianyue Mansion, and I will give it to you. This is my apology for my ex-wife!"

"In addition, there is some Dahongpao tea here. It is this year's new tea. It is said to be a good tea worth [-] pounds per catty. I can't drink it. Please help me try it and see if it's worth it!"

Song Siming took out the house and car keys and handed them to Chen Wanli along with the gift.

After Chen Wanli took it, he smiled slightly and said, "Song Jiaojiao's illness is nothing, but your illness is very troublesome!"

Song Siming was surprised: "Did you see it?"

"I saw it right from the first meeting! You probably had liver necrosis three years ago and had a liver transplant. The operation was successful, but you still have rejection reactions, which are all suppressed by medicine."

"It must be that the rejection drugs have become resistant, so you don't have much time now..."

Before Chen Wanli finished speaking, Song Siming nodded repeatedly and said, "That's exactly it!"

"You can see my illness, and you're right about it. There must be a way to save me!"

"It's possible to save him, but some herbs are very rare. If you can find them, I can prepare the medicine for you!" Chen Wanli agreed.

"No matter what kind of medicine, I will definitely find it. If Mr. Chen saves me, he will be a great benefactor to my father and my daughter in the future. No matter what the request is, I, the Song family, will never refuse, even through fire and water."

Song Siming solemnly promised that he had already had a liver transplant, and a second liver transplant would be more risky. In total, he had stepped into the coffin.

Chen Wanli's words at this time gave him a glimmer of hope.

Having lived to this age, Song Siming understands very well that no matter whether he has a huge fortune or is powerful, if his life is gone, then there is nothing.

Chen Wanli nodded slightly, wrote down the required medicinal materials, and left quietly.

Chen Wanli was not used to driving a Rolls-Royce.

When my parents were alive, my father was just an ordinary civil servant. Although my mother ran a cultural and antique collection company, it was very small.

Speaking of family background, it can only be regarded as middle-class.

This is my first time driving a luxury car like Rolls-Royce.

Back at Tang's house, Tang Yanran was already home from get off work.

There were seven or eight dishes on the dining table, while the father-in-law and mother-in-law were still busy in the kitchen.

"We have a guest at home?" Chen Wanli asked.

Before Tang Yanran could say anything, her mother-in-law came out of the kitchen and said angrily with a dark face: "It's not your fault!"

"I offended Mr. Huang Wu. He kept saying that he would protect Yanran, but he came to take revenge. Where did you go?"