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Chapter 843 The Meaning is a Bit Heavy

    

d, he killed Liu Wuyang and drove away the Shenjian Gate. This instantly boosted the reputation of the medical hall to its peak. Which medical hall could have a Void-Reaching Realm master sitting inAl..."Shut your mouth, you little bastard!"

As soon as he finished speaking on the phone, Zheng Yongjun on the other end erupted in a roar.

He remembered clearly that Li Hongxiu was angry today because of Ye Bufan from the Guyi Men clinic.

Although it is unknown what the relationship between this young man surnamed Ye and Yang Zhengdao is, it can be heard that there is an extremely close relationship between Li Hongxiu and him.

On my side, I'm racking my brains trying to figure out how to smooth things over, but I didn't expect my own clueless son to have gotten into trouble with the other party again.

He was feeling smug and complacent, but then his father suddenly erupted in anger. The roar from across the room startled him so badly that he almost dropped the phone from his hand.

"Dad, what's wrong with you"

I don't understand. The other person is just a young doctor from out of town, why would his father be so angry

Zheng Yongjun took a deep breath, barely suppressing the anger in his heart: "Listen to me carefully, you absolutely cannot offend that person. You must apologize to him now."

If you can't get forgiveness from them, then don't come back ever again, and don't say that you are my son.

"Dad... I..."

I'm completely dumbfounded. I originally wanted to call and shut down the other party's clinic, but I never expected things to turn out like this.

"Do what I say, or never come back."

Zheng Yongjun hung up the phone with a snap after finishing his words.

Completely dumbfounded, he knew his father was truly furious this time.

Although he was a bit of a dandy, he wasn't stupid. In fact, coming from an official family, he was much smarter than other young people.

From Old Man's reaction, one could tell that he definitely couldn't afford to provoke this person in front of him.

"Zheng Shao, how is it going Is his clinic about to be shut down"

Jin Zhao, gritting his teeth and glaring at Ye Bufan, continued speaking. He hated this young man with all his being right now.

For over two decades, no one has ever dared to slap themselves in public.

Because the hatred was so intense, even killing the other person couldn't vent the anger in his heart.

So in his eyes, he would first tear down the other man's clinic, take away his woman, and then get him sent to prison, slowly killing him piece by piece, that's how he could finally vent his anger.

Ye Bufan still had a calm smile on his face. With his keen senses, he had already heard clearly everything Zheng Yongjun said on the phone.

As expected, the other party seems to know how to act appropriately.

Ignoring Jin Zhao,

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Instead, she ran to Ye Bufan's side with an embarrassed face and stammered, "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, what just happened was really a misunderstanding."

Ye Bufan looked at him with a playful expression and said, "Didn't you just say you were going to shut down my clinic When are you going to do it"

"Mr. Ye, I'm so sorry. I was wrong. Could you please just let it go Please be magnanimous," he said with a pained expression.

Jin Zhao watched from the side, looking completely confused. He had no idea what was going on. How could the son of the head of the Medical Bureau be apologizing to a junior doctor

Ye Bufan obviously didn't mean to let it go. "If apologies were useful, then what would the police be for You just shouted about shutting down my clinic."

"You know, I'm a doctor. My livelihood depends on this clinic. Such a big event can't just be swept under the rug."

Thinking of my father's threat just now, I could only say helplessly: "Mr. Ye, how can I be forgiven"

An apology should have some sincerity; it can't just be a lip service.

Ye Bufan said, "Here's the deal, I'll pay for your tab today as a gesture of apology."

Although Ye Bufan didn't care about the few million, this guy took the initiative to cause trouble for himself, so he had to make him pay a price and bleed a little.

"No problem, just settling the bill Piece of cake, I got it."

Relieved, he thought the other party wouldn't have high demands. It was just settling the bill, which was incredibly simple for him.

It's just someone from a small place, easily finding an opportunity to make demands, only asking to pay their own bill. I really don't know how my father could be afraid of someone like this.

He waved toward the private room entrance: “Waiter, come here.”

Having heard the noise, two waiters had already come to the door, but they did not dare to approach due to Jin Zhao's status.

At this moment, seeing someone calling his name, he hurried over.

"Mr. Zheng, what can I do for you"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a bank card, saying, “What’s the bill for this private room I’ll pay.”

"Oh, the total consumption for drinks and things like fruit platters is 2.65 million."

He had been perfectly relaxed, but when he heard the number, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his bank card fell to the ground.

He had some money, but he couldn't compare to Jin Zhao, who came from a wealthy family. He usually relied on his father's reputation to get into high society.

2.65 million is about him.

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It's just a year's expenses, it's nothing compared to that, the amount is significant. There's only 3 million in this bank card of mine.

"What did you say Where did all this money come from"

The waiter explained, "Sir ordered a total of 26 bottles of Romanée-Conti. Plus the fruit platters and other service charges, the total comes to 2.65 million."

Now, his heart is filled with bitterness and laughter. He thought the other party was just making a small request, and even mocked them for not cherishing the opportunity.

Now that I've paid the bill, I'm completely broke.

He had no choice, his father had given a firm order and he'd already said it out loud. He could only pick up the bank card from the ground and pay reluctantly.

And he also saw that these people could bring out 25 stunning beauties, and their expenditure at once was two or three million, definitely not ordinary people. No wonder his father attached so much importance to them.

By now, he wouldn't dare to get involved in this mess. After paying the bill, he told Jin Zhao: "Jin Shao, I'm sorry, my old man told me to go back immediately."

He leaned close to him and whispered, "My grandfather said this man is someone we can't afford to mess with. He seems to have connections at the State Drug Administration. I'm sorry, but I'm going back now."

After he said that, he rushed out of the private room and left.

Jin Zhao looked up at Ye Bufan and said with a cold smile, “Kid, I didn't expect you to have connections even in the imperial capital.”

But let me tell you, having some connections at the Medical Bureau isn't enough. It can only ensure your clinic isn't shut down, but today you still won't be able to leave.

The other young man standing beside him said, "Young Master Jin, please rest assured, I just called my second uncle, and he's bringing people over right now."

This kid actually dared to lay hands on Young Master Jin, he should at least spend a few years in prison.

Ye Bufan looked at the young man who was speaking: "Who are you"

Jin Zhao said with a smug smile: "You don't know, this is Du Yu, Master Du. His second uncle is Deputy Director Du Hongpeng of the Dongcheng District Police Station."

Du Yu said with a smug face: "Boy, you hit Jin Dashi. Today, even the Jade Emperor can't save you."

As soon as he spoke, a flurry of footsteps echoed from outside the hallway.

A team of uniformed traffic police officers rushed in immediately after, led by a middle-aged man who was the deputy director of Dongcheng District Police Department, Du Hongpeng.

(The End)ng the cultivators below him, he possessed boundless might.After all, in the eyes of immortals, these low-level cultivators are like ants.All present were silent, each one at a loss for words. Never b...