Chapter 4, Shirt

Only six great men could barely suppress Master Wu.

Ye Chen pointed his finger in the basin, then drew a mysterious symbol in the air, pointing it at the middle of Wu Dashou's eyebrows, and Wu Dashou immediately fell down softly.

Mr. Wu, who could not suppress the four or five great men, was actually pointed at by Ye Chen, and everyone gasped. Especially Huang Lin, who was completely speechless, was shocked and ashamed. It turned out that he laughed at others as a charlatan, but in the end he was known as the top three medical masters in Yangping City were helpless.

Ye Chen turned his fingers and pinched out another mysterious magic trick. Now he only needs to draw three ghost-suppressing talismans to suppress the evil things in Wu Dashen's body. However, with his strength, he probably will lose his strength after drawing the three talismans. After all, they are runes from the fairy world. Even if they are drawn, they are not something that ordinary people can hold on.

His first talisman was only halfway through, and a burst of rapid feet immediately came from the door.

Step by step, he pulled a little while and cried and then came in

"Son, my son, what's wrong with you?"

A noble lady wearing gold and jade rushed in with anxiety, followed by a middle-aged man with a gloomy face and several bodyguards.

This middle-aged man is Wu Biqiang, the helmsman of Haotian Group, the boss behind Chutian Hotel. This noble lady is his wife Malan.

"Mr. Wu", everyone bowed their heads, and Huang Lin and Fatty Huang almost buried their heads in the ground.

"Doctor Huang, how is my son?" Wu Biqiang asked, with a hint of anger in his eyes.

Huang Lin's scalp numb and said, "This... Mr. Wu, I don't know..."

"I don't know? As the attending doctor, you don't know my son's illness, so you just rashly ask me to treat it?" Wu Biqiang shouted, and his aura suddenly dissipated, making the air around him seem to have lowered a little.

Fatty Huang's face changed, and a sneer flashed in his eyes when he looked at Ye Chen.

"This person is not from the medical team, he is just...a waiter."

"What? Nothing?" Wu Biqiang was angry and just got the news of his son's coma. He thought that Chutian Hotel was not inferior to the medical conditions of the People's Hospital, so there shouldn't be too big problems. Now, it's actually a waiter treating the disease, which is simply a mess of the world.

Malan screamed even more, stepped forward and pushed Ye Chen away. Seeing that his hands were covered with black blood and his son's face were covered with everywhere, he suddenly became furious and rushed towards Ye Chen, cursing like a shrew.

"You are a little waiter, but you are making a decision without permission. My son is so noble. Just by being dirty by you, you can buy your life. You actually pounced on me with blood. If my son has a few good and bad luck, I will definitely not be able to survive tomorrow."

Ye Chen's face suddenly became cold. When he was interrupted by the shrew, the first ghost-suppressing talisman that had almost been drawn disappeared.

"Wu Guang, get out for me," Malan yelled fiercely.

In the crowd, a bald man in a suit stood up tremblingly. It was Wu Guang, the director of Chutian Hotel. He said

"Madam, what are you asking?"

Malan shouted sternly: "In the Chutian Hotel in your hands, any cat and dog can touch my baby son, and immediately bomb him out."

"Yes, yes..." Wu Guang said with a sweat on his head and glared at Ye Chen with anger.

"Who gave you the power to treat Mr. Wu? If something goes wrong, will you be responsible? Now, pack up and get out of here."

Ye Chen's eyes were cold and his heart was furious. He walked to Malan and said

"Okay, I hope you don't ask me," said that, taking off the waiter's clothing and swaying on the ground, stroking off the elevator. Behind him, Xiao Ran bit his lip lightly, hesitated for a while, and followed.

Malan's pretty face was gloomy and she shouted sternly

"Huang Lin, if you can't cure my son, I will let you stay in prison for the rest of your life."

Huang Lin's face changed and he was about to cry. He wanted to cure it, but there was nothing he could do.

Fatty Huang came over and said with a charming smile: "Madam, don't worry, Mr. Wu will not have any trouble. Dr. Huang must have a solution. Besides, the old Chinese doctor Huang from the People's Hospital is also on the way."

Wu Biqiang also stood up at this time, and he still said to Huang Lin with anger on his face.

"Doctor Huang, the child's illness depends on you."

Huang Lin nodded with his teeth and secretly notified several friends from the People's Hospital to come and help. Among them, there was also a famous old Chinese doctor, Mr. Huang. Western doctors can't see anything now, so they can only see if the Chinese doctor has any explanation.

"Quickly, transfer it to a clean hospital for Mr. Wu." Fatty Huang gave an order, then looked at the black blood on Mr. Wu's forehead and frowned.

"Wipe this thing off, what shit is it?"

"Manager Huang, you can't wipe it off," said a bodyguard in black. Just now, Mr. Wu calmed down. If the disease recurred after the treatment, who could stop it?

"I am the manager, do you listen to you or me?" Huang Fatty Man shouted.

The bodyguard in black just obeyed the order and wiped the black dog blood from Wu Shao’s face clean with a towel.

Swish!

As soon as he wiped the black dog's blood clean, Wu Shao sat up immediately, and blood appeared in his eyes. This time, there was still a black light in his eyes. Wu Shao grabbed Huang Fatty's collar and sprayed black air in his mouth.

Fatty Huang was pulled straight and sat down on the ground. Mr. Wu's big hand, like iron pliers, almost made him breathless, and white foam was found in his mouth.

"No, Mr. Wu is sick." Everyone's face suddenly changed. Several bodyguards in black pounced on him and held Wu down tightly.

However, Mr. Wu seemed to have several times more strength than before, so he threw all the black-clad bodyguards out and smashed the coffee table and sofa in the room.

"Son, what's wrong with you, son?" Malan was so scared that she was speechless and tears fell down her face.

Wu Biqiang was reluctant to calm down on his face, but he was anxious. He said to Huang Lin: "Doctor Huang, think of a solution quickly."

"Where is the black blood on Mr. Wu's face?" Huang Lin asked.

"Damn it", the black-clad bodyguard said tremblingly with fear

"It was Manager Huang who asked me to wipe it," the black-clad bodyguard pointed at Fatty Huang.

Huang Lin's face immediately changed: "Is there any black blood?"

“Yes, yes…”

"Fallen up"

Swish! Mr. Wu was covered in blood by the black dog, and his breath suddenly faded, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a black light appeared in his eyes again.

"It's useless, the black dog's blood is useless, what should I do?" Huang Lin was anxious.

The room was already in chaos. Fatty Huang was slapped on the face by Wu Shao. All the teeth on one side were knocked off, and his face was swollen half a foot high. His body was knocked out and hit the coffee table at Malan's feet.

"Bastard, you want to kill my son, I want to kill you." Seeing that his son went crazy again, Malan no longer cared about his image and tore and bite Fatty Huang. Fatty Huang's face was caught with blood marks.

Wu Biqiang quickly asked someone to pull Ma Lan away. Even though he had been in the business world for decades, he was still in chaos now. He begged Huang Lin.

"Doctor Huang, I'm just such a son, you must think of a solution."

Huang Lin shook his head helplessly, and was about to persuade Mr. Wu to be transferred to the People's Hospital, but suddenly he remembered the little waiter Ye Chen, and his eyes lit up.

"That waiter may have a way"

Wu Biqiang seemed to understand something, nodded heavily and said

"Go and find the waiter quickly, no, I'll go in person." After that, he pulled Malan and quickly got off the elevator accompanied by several bodyguards.
Chapter completed!