Just as Ye Chenfeng was planning a second attack, the man jumped up again and disappeared into the wide open window.

"You run fast!"

Ye Chenfeng's eyes were revealed and he clapped his hands.

But I was extremely shocked because this was a ten-story building, so this man really dared to jump.

The next day.

First Hospital.

"Director, have you really put all your hopes on Ye Chenfeng?" Liu Weihao couldn't help asking.

Liang Shiming nodded: "That's right, every doctor from Japanese Chinese prescription doctors is a master. Their so-called communication meeting is actually to insult our Chinese medicine doctors!"

"My father's medical soul museum in traditional Chinese medicine is enough. I have to let Ye Chenfeng go to the junior!" Liu Weihao said with dissatisfaction.

This exchange meeting with Japanese Chinese medicine doctors was done by his father's medical soul museum. Unexpectedly, Liang Shiming added Ye Chenfeng temporarily, which made him very unhappy.

Liang Shiming thought for a while: "Let's do this, let your father's Medical Soul Museum play with Ye Chenfeng, which is equivalent to getting double insurance!"

"Director Liang..."

Liu Weihao had to say something else, but was interrupted by Liang Shiming: "Qingzhu, so you go find Ye Chenfeng in advance and ask him to go to the Medical Soul Museum to communicate with Mr. Liu to deal with tomorrow's exchange meeting!"

"Okay, Master, I'll go now!" Lin Qingzhu left happily.

Then Ye Chenfeng was taken away by Lin Qingzhu for no reason, leaving him speechless.

"The Medical Soul Museum is well named, but I don't know if there are a bunch of mediocre talents in it. This is how, Dr. Lin, I will accompany you to the Medical Soul Museum." After learning about Lin Qingzhu's purpose, Ye Chenfeng said.

"Thank you, Ye Chenfeng!" Lin Qingzhu smiled.

After stopping the car, Ye Chenfeng and Lin Qingzhu walked towards the Medical Soul Museum.

From a distance, Ye Chenfeng saw a young mother holding a child and knocking hard at the door of the Medical Soul Museum, but it seemed like it was locked inside. No matter how the young mother knocked on the door, the door did not open.

Seeing this situation, Ye Chenfeng couldn't help but speed up and went up to pick up the child from the young mother. He found that the child's face was red and his breathing was a little rapid. It was obvious that something was stuck in his throat.

Ye Chenfeng touched the child's back, then patted hard, and a small piece of chicken bone shot out of the child's mouth.

"My child!" The mother took the child excitedly.

Bang!

Ye Chenfeng kicked open the door of the Medical Soul Museum.

"Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I'm here to play!"

Ye Chenfeng's voice surprised everyone in the Medical Soul Museum, and he actually shouted with swagger that I was here to kick the museum.

Ye Chenfeng had a great strength in his feet and kicked open the door of the Medical Soul Museum. The shop immediately surrounded him, and at the same time he was wondering who he was.

"Who are you?" A guy was so scared that he was shocked when he touched Ye Chenfeng's ice eyes.

"I said I'm here to play the club!"

Ye Chenfeng had a cold expression, and then glanced around the scene and found several gray-haired elderly people and middle-aged people sitting around discussing something.

Obviously these people are preparing for tomorrow's exchange meeting, so they stayed behind closed doors and refused to accept patients.

"Leave quickly, or I will call the police..." The guy couldn't help but take a few steps back when facing Ye Chenfeng with a burning look in his eyes.

Ye Chenfeng shook his head in disappointment and said, "Is this my Chinese medicine doctor in China? Just for the sake of such a vain reputation, he actually ignored a child who was about to die. If I hadn't been for the sake of my vain reputation, he would have died here today. You did a great job!"

At this time, the mother had already reacted from the shock, hugged the child who had returned to normal face and knelt in front of Ye Chenfeng and said, "Benefactor, I don't know what to say. Thank you so much. If it weren't for you today, I'm afraid Xiaobao, wuwu..."

"Get up quickly, I'm just a little bit!" Ye Chenfeng looked at a group of old men while speaking.

In fact, Liu Yueming, the head of the Medical Soul Museum, and others, were already alarmed by the movements here and were walking towards this side. Then the words that Ye Chenfeng had just said and the scene of his young mother thanking him were all imprinted into the eyes of Liu Yueming and others.

Everyone was embarrassed unconsciously.

"My benefactor, thank you so much. I originally thought those good doctors were old, but today I seemed to be wrong!" The young mother couldn't help but say.

"Okay, sister, please take the child home first. Remember, you must not eat randomly for the child in the future, otherwise there will be serious consequences." Ye Chenfeng reminded.

"Doctor, thank you very much. I will remember your words in my heart!" Then the young mother took the child away.

"The owner of the museum wants to kick the hall, and even kicked the door broken. Do you think we want to call the police?" The guy saw the owner coming and came to Liu Yueming and said.

Liu Yue waved his hand and said, "No."

Then Liu Yueming walked straight to Ye Chenfeng, raised his hand and saluted, "What are you, little brother?"

Liu Yueming is skinny and has a peaceful face, and has no arrogance on his body, which is different from that boy Liu Weihao.

Ye Chenfeng sneered at Liu Yueming's politeness and snorted coldly: "Kick you from the Medical Soul Museum!"

"You guy, you keep saying wildly, do you know who is standing in front of you?" A middle-aged doctor cursed behind Liu Yueming, who seemed to respect Liu Yueming very much.

"Who is it?" Ye Chenfeng asked softly.

"He is the owner of our Medical Soul Museum and also the president of the China Jiangnan Traditional Chinese Medicine Association. You actually said to kick the restaurant in front of Teacher Liu Yueming. You are so bold!"

However, there was no middle-aged man who expected Ye Chenfeng to be shocked, and only Ye Chenfeng said lightly: "I haven't heard it before."

"You...you are so ungrateful!" The middle-aged man was so angry that he smoked, pointing his finger at Ye Chenfeng and snorting angrily.

Ye Chenfeng gently pushed away the middle-aged man's fingers and said, "You quack doctors under the guise of Chinese medicine in China are not worthy of pointing at me!"

"You..." Ye Chenfeng scolded him as a quack doctor, and the middle-aged man's anger immediately surged into his heart, and he raised his hand and was about to take a slap.

"Xiao De, don't!" Liu Yueming hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but he felt a flash in front of him. Then a strange scene happened. The hand of the middle-aged man who was called Xiao De by Liu Yueming stopped in the air.

"Ah! What did you do to my hand?" Wang De felt a stinging pain on his wrist, and then his whole arm became numb. Gradually, a numb feeling spread throughout his body, and then his whole body was stiff and unable to move.
Chapter completed!