Zhang Fan pushed open the door and saw Leng Juan standing opposite Wei Yangze, with a strange man in a suit standing next to her. She questioned, "Are you crazy? If Wei Lai isn't your child, whose is he?"
Wei Yangze sneered: "You know perfectly well whose it is."
Leng Juan's face was deathly pale, her eyes filled with despair after betrayal, and she swayed precariously: "We've been together for over twenty years, and this is how you think of me?"
Wei Yangze: "You've come here now just to try and get a share of my money. Let me tell you, that's impossible. My assets can only be inherited by the Wei family's bloodline. The lawyers are here."
Leng Juan's eyes flashed with shock, disbelief, and disappointment, before finally hardening. She took the documents from the lawyer and threw them at Wei Yangze's face: "Go to hell!"
Wei Yangze said coldly, "By the way, let's get a divorce."
Leng Juan: "Okay, you won't regret it."
She turned around, her eyes red and brimming with tears. Zhang Fan blocked her way, and large tears fell from her eyes: "Excuse me."
Zhang Fan handed her a tissue: "Mrs. Wei, are you willing to let someone take away the inheritance that belongs to your son?"
Leng Juan suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with hatred: "Impossible!"
Zhang Fan sneered: "I'll help you, but I want a 10% commission."
"good."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan suddenly pulled out a silver needle and flicked it into the middle of Wei Yangze's forehead.
Wei Yangze was as if he had been sealed away, instantly turning into a wooden figure, stiff and motionless, with only his eyes still able to move, his eyes like daggers that wanted to poke countless holes in Zhang Fan.
Wei Qing: "What are you doing? Bodyguards, come quick!"
The bodyguards rushed over upon hearing the commotion, but their imposing manner vanished the moment they saw Zhang Fan.
We can't beat them, we simply can't beat them.
“If you dare to take a step forward, I’ll stab his vital point.” Zhang Fan’s voice was icy.
The bodyguards dared not take another step forward, hoping that Doctor Zhang would not harm Wei Yangze, otherwise they would be finished.
Zhang Fan moved with incredible speed and flicked out three more silver needles, which landed precisely on three major acupoints, forming a four-cornered shape with the silver needle on his forehead.
Wei Qing's face showed panic: "Don't hurt my second uncle."
As he spoke, he lunged at Wei Yangze, deliberately tripping over his right foot with his left, losing his balance, and falling headlong into Wei Yangze's path.
Wei Yangze watched helplessly as Wei Qingchao lunged at him. He knew that the silver needles stuck in his body could not be touched casually. Some acupoints were fatal, and even a millimeter more could be fatal.
He was now sealed by the silver needles and couldn't move at all, so he could only endure Wei Qing's attack.
Seeing that Wei Qing was only a hair's breadth away from him, a force suddenly struck him from the side. Before he could react, he had already tumbled twice in the air and finally crashed into the bedside table.
The bedside table shattered into pieces instantly, with plastic scattered all over the floor.
He struggled to get up and then realized that it was Zhang Fan who had kicked him.
Ignoring the pain in his body, Wei Qingchao walked over to Zhang Fan, his back to the crowd, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "After it's done, I'll give you 100 million."
The Wei family has hundreds of billions of dollars, so 100 million is just a drop in the ocean. However, for ordinary people, even if they work hard for ten lifetimes, they might not be able to earn that much.
Zhang Fan's lips curled slightly: "Do you know about your background?"
Wei Qing paused for a moment, then put on a harmless expression: "Of course I know, I am a child of the Wei family."
"Really?" The last syllable was drawn out, tinged with doubt.
"Of course, Dr. Zhang, do you know something?"
"I do know something, like the story of the 'Prince Replaced by a Civet Cat'."
A flicker of panic crossed Wei Qing's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "Dr. Zhang, there are too many people around here, let's go talk over there."
He pointed to the balcony. Normally, the windows in wards cannot be opened, but the VIP wards have balconies so that patients can get some fresh air and change their mood.
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Zhang Fan followed Wei Qing to the balcony, looking down at the bustling traffic below: "You can't kill me."
Wei Qing: "Dr. Zhang, I may not have the ability, but someone else does. Goodbye."
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Qing suddenly stepped back, and a dark shadow, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, attacked Zhang Fan.
Something wrapped around Zhang Fan's waist. Looking down, he saw a long, pure black whip. With a sudden pull, the whip lifted Zhang Fan into the air.
He looked up and saw a figure dressed entirely in black, with a black veil covering their face, making it impossible to see their features. The air was filled with a rich floral fragrance.
The incense, made from more than a dozen kinds of flowers, has a unique scent that is neither too strong nor too weak, exactly the same scent that Zhang Fan smelled when he performed surgery on Li Ben.
"You're dead!" the woman said angrily, her peach blossom eyes glaring at Zhang Fan with hatred.
"I don't remember offending you." Zhang Fan, suspended in mid-air, remained calm and composed.
Those who witnessed this scene in the ward were so frightened that their legs went weak. It was dozens of meters above the ground; there was absolutely no hope of survival if they fell.
Moreover, the rope suspending Zhang Fan looked only as thin as a little finger, and it felt like it would break if you exerted too much force.
Seeing Zhang Fan's composed demeanor, a hint of admiration flashed in the woman's eyes, but more so was hatred: "You ruined my plans and injured so many of my Gu worms, you deserve to die!"
Zhang Fan: "Bai Nongrui has no money, Li Ben is so poor he can't even afford to eat, and there's Zhao Lin's Seven Flower Powder. Why did you want to harm them?"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Fan knew she was the mastermind. The woman sighed, "It would be a pity for someone as smart as you to die like this. But since you're so handsome, I'll let you die knowing why."
She spoke very softly, and because it was very windy, the others could only hear a woman talking, but they couldn't make out what she was saying. However, Zhang Fan heard her clearly.
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