Boss Su raised his voice intentionally so that Arong on the other end of the line could hear him.
"Handsome guy, are you Ye Feng, China's Little Medical God? All major media have reported on you. I heard that your medical skills are extraordinary. I didn't expect you to be so young. I think you are at most 23 or 24 years old, and you haven't even graduated from college yet."
It would be even better if I knew your name. If you dare to do anything to hurt me, someone on the other end of the phone will have heard you, and you can't get away.
Ye Feng blinked and smiled, "Thank you for the compliment, Boss Su. I haven't even graduated from college yet. I just started attending Traditional Chinese Medicine University last year, and I haven't even attended a few days of classes properly."
Boss Su suddenly thought of something and said in surprise: "Ye Feng, you are the most famous Chinese medicine doctor in China. Did you cure Wu Gang?"
"I cured him. Boss Su is worthy of being the owner of Jiangnan Club. You have an extraordinary IQ. You have guessed such a secret matter. I admire you. However, it is not good for you to know too much. Aren't you afraid that I will kill you to silence you?"
Ye Feng was just joking, but it frightened Su Changxin so much that his face turned pale and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Boss Su's face was gloomy, with suspicion, fear, and anger. He felt a mixture of emotions and was in a bad mood.
Su Changxin was a smart man and he quickly figured out that since Ye Feng cured Wu Gang, he must be Wu Gang's relative or friend, and he had no good intentions and was probably here to avenge Wu Gang.
He felt even more frightened and uneasy.
"Boss Su, you don't look well. Are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to take a look for you?"
Su Changxin put on a hypocritical smile and said, "Thank you, Doctor Ye. It's a cold winter night and I just caught a cold. Doctor Ye, what can I do for you in my hotel's presidential suite?"
He was secretly muttering in his heart, why has the phone call lasted so long and Arong hasn't come yet? I'm in the presidential suite and I've told you the address. Come quickly. If you don't come, I'll be in danger.
Ye Feng asked leisurely: "The winter nights in Yudu are cold, much colder than in the south. Mr. Su, please remember to wear more clothes and don't get frozen."
Ye Feng didn't look like someone who was here to cause trouble. He was just like an old friend, caring about him.
"Boss Su, we lost a lot in this basketball game, didn't we?"
"I lost some money. Did Dr. Ye buy a ball too?"
“I didn’t, but I know
Su Changxin felt upset when talking about this competition. Not to mention that the Jiangnan team missed the Huaxia Cup Basketball Championship, he also lost a full 10 million.
Among them, five million was borrowed from a casino loan shark. If the loan is not repaid on time tomorrow, the interest rate will be 10%, and the five million will become five and a half million.
With this calculation, with interest compounded, in just a few days, the debt will grow like a snowball.
He participated in an off-site gambling game controlled by the American Mafia. They were particularly abiding by the "rules". If he did not pay back the money, not only would he be threatened, but his entire family would be implicated.
The American Mafia doesn't care what the law stipulates. They will only follow their rules. If one person borrows money, the whole family has to pay it back. No matter who your aunts and uncles are, as long as they have some connections, they will come to your door to collect the debt.
Suddenly, the door of the presidential suite was kicked open. Arong held a gun in both hands, with the black muzzle pointed at Ye Feng.
Seeing Arong rushing in with a gun pointing at Ye Feng, Su Changxin finally breathed a sigh of relief, slowly stood up from the sofa, and hung up the phone in front of Ye Feng.
He swept away the amiable smile just now, and a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face: "Young man, you are really capable. You can heal a man with a broken leg so quickly and let him play on the court. I really admire your medical skills. Your future was bright, but you messed with me. Now, you are dead."
Facing the gun, Ye Feng still had a smile on his face, looking at A Rong holding the gun: "Really? Then shoot."
"Arong, kill him."
Arong was not so confident, his hand holding the gun was shaking involuntarily. It was a subconscious fear that a low-level ancient warrior would feel when meeting a high-level ancient warrior.
Why am I so scared? I can't tell the level of this kid's cultivation.
He took a deep breath and tried to fight the unreasonable fear, but it was no use.
He clenched his teeth tightly, cold sweat continued to seep out of his forehead, and his finger had slowly touched the trigger, but he did not fire the gun.
Su Changxin had no idea of the invisible pressure between ancient warriors. Seeing that Arong did not shoot and his hand holding the gun was still shaking, he looked at Arong in confusion and shouted, "What's wrong with you, kid? You're just a stupid boy. Shoot me."
Bang! Under the coercion of Su Changxin, Arong fired a shot, but a strange situation occurred. Ye Feng disappeared from the sofa.
The bullet hit the sofa, causing a crack and the cotton wool inside flew everywhere.
After the gunshot, Ye Feng returned to the sofa and still sat there as steady as a rock, calmly shaking the amber red wine in the glass, as if the gunshot just now had nothing to do with him.
Arong gritted his teeth and put down the gun. As for the action that Ye Feng took just now to dodge the bullet, Arong was confident that he could not do it. He knew very well in his heart that it was not that Ye Feng had no cultivation, but with his own cultivation, he could not feel Ye Feng's cultivation as a high-level ancient warrior.
Su Changxin's vision was that of an ordinary person. He couldn't see at all that Ye Feng dodged the bullet. After seeing the bullet, Ye Feng was safe and sound. He thought that Arong's shooting skills were too poor and he missed the target.
"Your shooting skills are terrible. Keep going. Why put the gun down? If you can't do it, let me do it."
Su Changxin stared with his ugly toad-like eyes, strode up to Arong, snatched Arong's gun, and pointed it at Ye Feng.
A Rong subconsciously took a step back. He knew that Ye Feng was teasing him and Su Changxin like a cat playing with a mouse, but Su Changxin was confident that the situation was under his control.
He despised Su Changxin's ignorance and was even more in awe of Ye Feng's strength.
Ye Feng sat on the sofa and sipped the red wine gently. It would be a waste to give such good Louis XVIII to someone like Su Changxin.
Without even raising his eyelids, he asked calmly, "Is your gun steady?"
Su Changxin laughed wildly with pride: "You little bastard, who do you think you are? You think you are great because you are good at medicine and invulnerable to swords and guns, and you still pretend to be calm. It would be too easy for me to kill you with one shot. I will break your legs first and see how you can heal yourself."
Bang bang, Su Changxin fired two shots in a row.
But when he fired, the hand holding the gun actually dropped down, and both bullets hit his thigh hard.
Suddenly, two bloody holes appeared on Su Changxin's thighs, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
He screamed in pain, fell to the ground, and threw the pistol aside.
He also knew some first aid knowledge and tied his thighs tightly with belts to prevent death from excessive bleeding.
(End of this chapter)