My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

Yang Feng felt that they were a little strange and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"Today we accompanied Uncle Chen to meet two people, but they were all in vain."

Zhao Zhuwei's depressed expression.

Chen Jiyue also muttered: "Those doctors are all famous, but in fact they have no real skills at all. They have been running around for so many days in vain."

The two complained.

Yang Feng understood and said, "Didn't you say you were going to find a doctor a few days ago? You haven't found one after so long?"

"That kind of doctor is very special. Uncle Chen said he wanted to test them, but none of them passed the test."

Zhao Zhuwei said.

She actually joined in the fun for a few days.

After all, her relationship with Chen Jiyue was already good.

At this time, Chen Jiyue took out a small box from his pocket, and there was a note next to it with a prescription written on it.

Zhao Zhuwei murmured and said, "Yang Feng, I remember that you seem to have medical skills. If not, I'll ask you for help."

"Sister Wei, he can't do it. My dad said that the doctor we are looking for this time is different from ordinary doctors. He specializes in treating special people. Anyway, the symptoms and medications are different from ordinary people."

Chen Jiyue understood.

But while she was talking, Yang Feng had already picked up the prescription on the table and asked strangely: "Isn't this just an ordinary prescription? What's so surprising?"

Yang Feng looked back and knew what was written on it.

Chen Jiyue said helplessly: "This medicine is extraordinary."

"It just nourishes the deficiency and replenishes yang. It's a very common prescription."

Yang Feng said casually.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Chen Jiyue and Zhao Zhuwei casting surprised glances at him almost at the same time.

"You! Can you understand?!"

Zhao Zhuwei asked incredulously.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "What's going on with you two? Are you in shock?"

"Then take a look, do you know what this medicinal ingredient is?"

Chen Jiyue quickly took out some medicinal materials from the box.

Yang Feng took it and looked at it, then looked back and said: "Dragon scale grass, why do you ask this?"

"Yang Feng! You!!!"

Zhao Zhuwei was excited.

Chen Jiyue also jumped up from the sofa suddenly, looking at Yang Feng with big watery eyes full of disbelief.

Yang Feng felt that these two people were getting more and more strange and said, "What is wrong with you?"

"Yang Feng! Go to the capital!"

Chen Jiyue said quickly.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said, "Why should I go to the capital if I have nothing to do? That thing is really tiring."

"But! But if you go to the capital, you can save Mr. Song!"

Chen Jiyue said quickly.

Yang Feng was a little strange and said, "Who is Mr. Song?"

"He's the old man of the Song family. You...this...how should I tell you."

Chen Jiyue was a little incoherent when he was happy.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhuwei knew what happened and explained to Yang Feng: "The prescription you just took was the test prepared by Uncle Chen, as well as the medicinal materials."

"What do you mean?"

"This prescription and medicinal materials were prescribed by a doctor in the capital. He said that this prescription may be related to Mr. Song's condition. If anyone can recognize the prescription, they must have high medical attainments."

Zhao Zhuwei said, staring at Yang Feng and said: "No wonder you were able to save my dad last time! I thought you were just an ordinary doctor!"

"Don't brag to me. I was lucky last time. What's more, these two things looked familiar to me just now, and I don't know what the curative effect of these medicinal materials is."

Yang Feng felt regret in his heart.

Why was I so mean just now that I had to pick things up and look at them?

But Zhao Zhuwei didn't believe him, and still said excitedly: "You can definitely do it! Yang Feng, why don't you go to the capital with Uncle Chen."

"Hey, hey, why are you so concerned about other people's affairs?"

"Whatever other people's affairs are, Xiaoyue's affairs are our family's affairs."

"That's it."

Chen Jiyue nodded repeatedly at the side, looked at Yang Feng expectantly and said, "Yang Feng, please, my father and I have turned several hairs gray just to find someone."

"Nonsense, I saw your dad coming to pick you up before. He had just shaved his head."

"This one……"

Chen Jiyue's expression was a little awkward, and she coughed dryly and said, "What I'm talking about is just a rhetorical technique. In short, I really need your help."

"What can I do to help? I really don't know how to treat a doctor."

"I don't believe it. You have saved Sister Wei's father before."

"Do you believe me when I say it was a coincidence?"

"Do not believe."

"..."

Yang Feng was a little helpless.

Zhao Zhuwei glanced at Chen Jiyue.

The latter seemed to understand.

Before Yang Feng could react, he saw Zhao Zhuwei running behind him, hugging his arm, and begging, "Yang Feng, please."

"That's right. I've always thought that you are the most kind-hearted person in the world. I definitely can't bear to see Mr. Song being so troubled by illness."

Chen Jiyue knelt pitifully on the sofa, cross-legged, with tears in her eyes.

Yang Feng felt a little helpless and said, "You better come here, the word kindness doesn't seem like a compliment nowadays."

"Then you are the most handsome man in the world."

Chen Jiyue immediately changed his tune.

Zhao Zhuwei also put her arms around his neck, hung on his back and said: "Yang Feng, please help Uncle Chen quickly. He has been looking for this for a long time. If he can't find it again, he will be in trouble. "

"Ahem! Ahem! Let go of me first."

Yang Feng felt out of breath.

Zhao Zhuwei put her head on his shoulder, looked at him sincerely with her big eyes, and said stubbornly: "I won't let go if you don't agree."

"Okay, okay, I promise, please let go."

Yang Feng was a little helpless.

Zhao Zhuwei was overjoyed. After getting up from Yang Feng, her smiling eyes turned into crescents.

But when she looked at Yang Feng's face again, she found that the latter was breathing heavily.

"How are you?"

Zhao Zhuwei asked strangely.

Yang Feng rolled his eyes and said speechlessly: "What did you say happened? You almost strangled me to death."

"Sister Wei, you plotted to kill your husband."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Zhao Zhuwei's face turned red at that.

Yang Feng also glared at her and said, "Do you still want me to help you?"

"miss you!"

"That's right, but let me tell you first. Even if I go there, I may not be able to guarantee that I can help with the treatment."

Yang Feng took a vaccination first.

The most he could do was use his eyes to help see where the crux was.

But Chen Jiyue already believed in him very much at this time, and said confidently: "You can definitely do it. I'll call my dad first."

She felt that she could finally help her father, but she was so happy.