The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

Wang Zishan's throat roared like an angry old monster.

"Calm down first." Old Gesang put his hand on his shoulder.

"I'll calm you down and try to kill your child?" Wang Zishan was really stunned, to be able to say such a thing.

Sure enough, the expression on old Gesang's face suddenly disappeared, his eyelids gradually drooped halfway, and his lackluster eyes were filled with murderous intent.

The whole room suddenly became quiet, and the tense atmosphere became increasingly intense.

Seeing that the two were about to take action, Wang Jing quickly spoke: "Master, Shaoyang is my son. When he died, I was the most saddened person."

"But Senior Gesang is right. We should not just be sad and angry now, but take revenge!"

"Master, what he said is right." Wang Zhaoli actually stood up and agreed with his rival for the first time in his life.

Even Wang Jing was shocked and looked at him in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that," Wang Zhaoli said expressionlessly, "I'm not helping you, but considering the interests of the family."

After speaking, he looked at Wang Zishan: "Master, you are so angry that you have ignored a key issue."

"The news of Wang Shaoyang's murder will spread sooner or later, and everyone on the road will be watching our Wang family."

"If we can't fight a beautiful battle of revenge, I'm afraid no one will be afraid of our Wang family in the future."

"At that time, all kinds of troubles will come one after another, such as former enemies."

"Moreover," Wang Zhaoli slowly looked at Old Gesang, "This time our Wang family is cooperating with Senior Gesang."

"In the eyes of outsiders, the final outcome of this matter also involves the interests and face of the Gesang family."

"So, head of the family, I think this matter really needs to be planned carefully."

After hearing this, Wang Zishan's expression finally relaxed.

He touched his face and put one hand on his hip: "You are right, you need to think about it carefully."

"You don't have to play tricks. These words are just for me to cooperate with you." Old Gesang suddenly spoke, shaking his head with a smile, and his smile was very disdainful.

Wang Zhaoli raised his eyebrows, and was suddenly exposed. He had no choice but to turn his head and look away.

"Actually, you don't have to do this at all," Lao Gesang looked at Wang Zishan, "Old man Wang, what you are experiencing now, I have experienced it a few days ago."

"The anger and hatred in my heart is no less than yours."

"If we really want to fight a beautiful battle of revenge, we should stop testing each other now and stop constraining each other."

Wang Zishan narrowed his eyes slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and stretched out his right hand without saying a word.

After taking a look, Old Gesang also stretched out his hand, and the two of them held each other tightly, and everything was in silence.

Soon, a map was spread out on the table, and Duoling Ridge was marked with a red pen.

Wang Zishan pointed at that place with the tip of his pen: "This place is a valley. They must have occupied favorable terrain for such a long time."

"We can just take advantage of this and be able to tell where his men are hiding."

Old Gesang nodded: "It's feasible, but who should we send?"

"You and I both sent out a group of people last time," he tapped his fingers on the table, "They must be dissatisfied with each other."

"Perhaps it was for this reason that A Kun finally took advantage of the loophole, leading to such a tragic situation."

Wang Zishan threw away the pen in his hand and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, there must be someone who has the final say this time."

The two looked at each other and immediately began to select people.

The two major families are very busy here, actively preparing to kill Brother Kun.

But at this moment, under the cover of night, in Guantou Ridge, Brother Kun stood alone on a high place, holding a wine bottle, looking up to the sky and singing loudly.

The people below laughed and clapped, and they were all very excited.

Brother Kun staggered and was helped into a chair by several people.

"Gungun, don't worry about me." He slumped on the chair. Although his cheeks were red and his eyes were drooping, in fact, his eyes were very sharp and he was looking around quickly.

He has already made complete preparations in the surrounding area and ambushed in several very favorable terrains.

And he stood up and took the initiative to be a bait, pretending to be drunk, thinking that he could directly attract the killers of the two major families.

But after going on like this until the middle of the night, no one showed up at all.

"Damn it," Brother Kun threw down the wine bottle, "It's a waste of my acting skills. I don't think they will show up at all tonight."

"I think so. Even if they are angry, even if they want to compete with us, they still need time to prepare." A younger brother stood up to show off his wits.

All he got in exchange was a big slap, and the sound of the slap was extremely clear.

"Brother Kun, why did you hit me?"

"Nonsense, you actually thought of this, why didn't you tell me? It made me act there for so long."

"This..." His subordinate looked aggrieved, but he was unable to refute.

"Okay, okay," Brother Kun frowned and waved, "You all had enough to eat and drink just now, but I am very tired."

"Now, it's your turn to accompany me." He opened a bottle of wine with his teeth, raised his head and poured it directly into his stomach.

His men looked at each other in confusion, and they all felt that there were spies around anyway, and there was a high probability that people from the two major families would not show up tonight.

As a result, the silent jungle, with flickering firelights, turned into a feast of fine wine and delicious food.

Brother Kun was among them, eating a few wild animals that he had brought in, his mouth was full of oil, and he was very happy.

"Alas," he sighed and frowned, "there are so many good things, but the most important thing is missing."

After saying that, he suddenly grabbed Ye Chen's shoulders: "Brother, it would be nice if you were a woman."

"Ah?" Ye Chen pretended to be confused.

"Hahaha, Brother Ye, what Brother Kun means is," someone immediately explained, "Now there is wine and meat, but there is no woman to accompany you. Tsk, it really lacks the taste."

Ye Chen shook his head with a smile and said nothing.

"Brother, don't keep silent. This matter has to be taken care of by you."

Ye Chen felt bored in his heart and continued to act stupid: "Brother Kun, there is no way I can really become a woman."

"You can't change, but you can help me get women. Your medical skills are so good, why don't you wait any longer?" Brother Kun raised his eyebrows with a smirk.

He just wanted Ye Chen to cure Ding Siqi, Li Yulin, and Yihong.

Ye Chen noticed this intention early on, so he pretended to be stupid.

Now that everything has been made clear, he has no way to continue to play casually, so he can only shake his head: "Brother Kun, it's not that I don't want to."

"Although I have medical skills, I really can't cure this disease."

"Ding Siqi is my sister. If I can cure her, I will never leave her alone."

Brother Kun's eyes flickered, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he seemed to have some doubts about Ye Chen.

But he didn't say anything more and continued to toast and revel.

Until three or four o'clock in the morning, these guys were finally tired and fell to the ground one by one.

Ye Chen also pretended to be drunk and slowly fell to the ground.

At this moment, Brother Kun opened one eye, looked at him carefully, walked over quietly and pushed Ye Chen's chest.

He shouted softly: "Brother, get up and keep drinking."

Ye Chen turned around and muttered vaguely: "No, the cup is too fragile to bite."

Hearing this, Brother Kun laughed, and the three confidants around him were not drunk either. They all came over and covered their mouths and laughed.

"Brother Kun, it seems that Brother Ye is really drunk."

"Oh, brother, I have a heart-to-heart with you, and you are playing tricks on me." Brother Kun shook his head, "You just don't want me to touch your sister."

"But don't think about it. If I were with your sister, then we would be more intimate."

Smiling, he turned and walked towards the tent of the three women.

As for the red spots on the three women, he was not afraid at all, because he found a lot of rubber products in the supplies of the two families.

With luck in mind, he thought he could isolate the toxins.

A confidant chuckled: "Brother Kun, even if you are not afraid of the poison, don't you care about your appearance? Those three women are pretty, but the red spots are all on their faces, which makes them look disgusting."

"You guy, you are picky about food at this time. You are so black and white that you can't even see your face." Brother Kun burst out laughing after saying this.