C16 Jiang Nanshan Came to His Doorstep

"Ye Chen, are you crazy about money? "No, one hundred thousand yuan, I'll give it to you. Two thousand yuan is enough to give you a lot of respect. Why don't you go and rob them? With your lousy culinary skills, what can you make? Don't poison me to death with a single bite. "

Hearing Zhao Liang's harsh tone, a wave of anger rose in Ye Chen's heart. He simply put on a straight face and sat down on the chair. I don't have 100,000 yuan. If you want to kill me, take it!"

You are unreasonable, and I don't have anything good to say to you.

You... "

Zhao Liang's face showed anger, and just as he was about to say something, someone knocked on his door.

Zhao Liang looked at Ye Chen. "Open it. Is it because of some relatives? It just so happens that I need money from them. "

Ye Chen walked over and opened the door with a surprised look on his face.

"Director Jiang, why are you here?"

The person who came was none other than Jiang Nanshan, whom Ye Chen had met once in the ward.

The blood clot in Lin Waner's brain had been removed by a bowl of Chicken Soup, causing a sensation in the entire hospital. The more Jiang Nanshan thought about it, the more he could not sit still. He asked Lin Waner about Ye Chen's address and hurriedly came over.

When Jiang Nanshan saw Ye Chen, a smile appeared on his face. He joked, "Little Brother Ye, why don't you welcome me?"

Ye Chen looked at the shop and said apologetically, "Doctor Jiang, there are some things that need to be dealt with in the shop. Why don't I visit Chief Jiang's place in person some other day?"

A disappointed look appeared on Jiang Nanshan's face. He had come today to discuss the magic of food therapy with Ye Chen, hoping that he would be able to figure out something about it. However, Ye Chen had something to take care of.

Jiang Nanshan could only nod and say, "It seems that it is unfortunate. Little Brother Ye, if you want to talk, you can go to the Eastern City Hospital."

Zhao Liang stretched his neck and looked at the shadow of the guard. He suddenly stood up and murmured, "What?" "Doctor Jiang? Director Jiang's medical skills were superb. He didn't have his number the last time. "Today, I hit the nail on the head. You must let Director Jiang take a look at me."

Just as Jiang Nanshan turned around, Zhao Liang suddenly called out, "Department Director Jiang, please wait for a moment."

Ye Chen turned around, and Zhao Liang walked over with a smile on his face. He looked like a completely different person from before.

"Ye Chen, what's wrong with you? Chief Physician Jiang is the most famous doctor in the city. He is many times better than your lousy diet treatment. Why didn't you let him in?"

Jiang Nanshan looked at Ye Chen, pointed at Zhao Liang and said, "This is?"

Before Ye Chen could answer, Zhao Liang rushed to say, "Doctor Jiang, I am his landlord. This kid owes me 100,000 yuan of rent. Does this kid also owe Department Director Jiang money?"

Jiang Nanshan shook his head, and a puzzled look appeared in his eyes. "That's not the case. Didn't Qian Fanyu give Little Brother Ye a million yuan? Why can't he pay back 100,000 yuan now?"

When Zhao Liang heard this, his face changed. He grabbed Ye Chen's sleeve and said, "Fine, kid. If you have a million yuan, you have to pay it back!"

Ye Chen smiled bitterly. What kind of money did he have? Ninety percent of one million yuan had been exploited by the system. It could not be that there was a system snatching money from him, could it?

"That one million yuan, something unexpected happened. I can't use it now."

Jiang Nanshan looked at Ye Chen and found that he did not look like he was lying.

Zhao Liang rolled his eyes, and a smile immediately appeared on his face. He looked at Jiang Nanshan and said, "Doctor Jiang, I have some old problems with my body. Last time, I didn't hang up your number, so why don't you help me take a look here?"

Jiang Nanshan looked at Ye Chen and nodded slightly.

"Sure, I have nothing to do today anyway. Let's go in and take a look."

The landlord was happy. The three of them walked in. Jiang Nanshan put his finger on the landlord's wrist and closed his eyes to feel it.

"My body is weak. My kidney has been damaged for a long time. My kidney function has deteriorated. I don't have any good ideas."

Jiang Nanshan opened his eyes and said with a sigh.

When Zhao Liang heard Jiang Nanshan's words, he looked like he was about to cry. He almost knelt down in front of Jiang Nanshan.

"Doctor Jiang, please save me!"

Zhao Liang's face revealed a begging expression, and Jiang Nanshan's face revealed a troubled expression.

"I can't help you with your illness, but little brother Ye should have a solution."

Zhao Liang was startled for a moment. He pointed at Ye Chen, and his face revealed a look of disbelief.

"How can it be possible with just him? With his lousy diet treatment, he wanted to sell me a hundred thousand yuan just now. This is crazy."

When Jiang Nanshan heard about the diet treatment, he opened his eyes and looked at Ye Chen with a trace of joy in his eyes.

"Little brother Ye, there's another set of food therapy?"

Ye Chen nodded. Zhao Liang looked at Jiang Nanshan's expression and said nervously, "Doctor Jiang, this kid is lying. What do you mean by food therapy? I've never heard of it before. Don't be fooled by him! "

Jiang Nanshan frowned and looked at Zhao Liang with some dissatisfaction. He glanced at Zhao Liang. "What do you know? Little Brother Ye used a bowl of Chicken Soup to get rid of the blood clot in the brain of the Lin's Group's young lady. The news spread out. Now, many people in the outside world want Little Brother Ye's bowl of Chicken Soup but can't ask for it."

Jiang Nanshan turned his head and a look of anticipation appeared on his face. "Little Brother Ye, why don't you sell this set of food therapy to me? How about I pay this one hundred thousand yuan?"

Zhao Liang was instantly dumbfounded. He looked at Ye Chen and then looked at Jiang Nanshan. He felt like he was in a dream.

One hundred thousand yuan. One dared to sell, and the other really dared to buy?

Ye Chen was excited in his heart. He sold this set of food therapy to Jiang Nanshan. The problem of the one hundred thousand yuan rent was immediately resolved.

Just as Ye Chen was about to agree, the system's voice sounded.

"Remind the host that the treatment for kidney deficiency must be taken personally by the person who has kidney deficiency. Otherwise, it will be considered a failure."

Ye Chen suddenly quivered. When he thought of the failure of the mission, he felt a chill.

Ye Chen's expression was calm. He glanced at Zhao Liang and said, "Director Jiang, I originally wanted to use this food treatment to pay for my rent. But Brother Zhao wasn't willing. Then this food therapy... "

Before Ye Chen could finish, Zhao Liang suddenly shouted, "I want it, Ye Chen, give me the treatment. I don't want this 100,000 yuan rent! "

Zhao Liang paused and took out a bank card from his pocket and handed it to Ye Chen.

"This card. "There's still fifty thousand yuan in this card. It's a hundred thousand yuan rent. Ye Chen, give me this treatment."

According to Jiang Nanshan, Ye Chen's set of food therapy was sold for one million yuan, so his three hundred thousand yuan rent was equal to a set of food therapy. It was not a loss.

Furthermore, food therapy was so magical. If there were any difficult diseases in the future, Shangye Chen's place would be much better than going to the hospital. It would be better to do him a favor.

"Brother Zhao, you have to think about it. The food that I, Ye Chen, cook tastes awful. Don't poison Brother Zhao to death."

Zhao Liang's face turned red. He knew that Ye Chen was mocking him, but when he thought about his kidney deficiency, he smiled awkwardly and didn't say a word.

Ye Chen walked to the kitchen and a bowl of chicken soup was placed on the chopping board. Ye Chen took the Chicken Soup out and handed it to the landlord.

Jiang Nanshan looked at the bowl of Chicken Soup with eager eyes. A strong herbal smell mixed with the fragrance of the Chicken Soup spread out. Seeing the landlord drink it bit by bit, a trace of pain flashed across his face.

If this bowl of food therapy was brought back to him and the combination of the herbs inside was researched, who knew how many patients would benefit from it.