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

This woman is Liu Yueyun's mother, Ji Yun.

She remembered that Liu Yueyun left yesterday, but she didn't expect to come back so early today.

Liu Yueyun pointed to Yang Feng next to her and said with a smile: "I brought my friend back, the friend I told you was in Jiangcheng before."

"Yang Feng!"

Ji Yun reacted immediately upon hearing this, stepped forward and said with emotion: "It is indeed Qi Yuxuanang. Thank you for always taking care of my child. If it weren't for you, I don't know how much trouble that child would have caused."

What she was talking about was naturally referring to Yang Feng's request for Liu Yi not to continue making trouble at the auction.

After all, when Liu Yi held several auctions in Jiangcheng.

But it really gave them a headache for a long time.

Fortunately, Yang Feng appeared and persuaded Liu Yi, making them relieved.

"I heard that Mr. Yang is also a treasure appraiser. I think he came to the capital this time to collect rare antiques, right?"

Ji Yun asked with a smile.

She is inherently beautiful, and every move she makes is full of nobility, making people feel very decent.

Yang Feng nodded and said, "Yes, I want to go to a few auctions this time."

"Then let Xiaoyun go with you. It happens that the child is on vacation and has nothing to do."

Ji Yun was in charge.

Liu Yueyun was a little helpless and said: "Mom, I am a doctor invited by the Song family. He will go to the Song family soon."

"The doctor invited by the Song family?"

Ji Yun was a little surprised.

Naturally, she heard about the illness of the old man of the Song family.

But she also knew that Mr. Song was an ancient warrior and at a very high level.

Because of this, the old man invited top doctors. Why would he invite a young man like Yang Feng?

Ji Yun was a little confused.

In fact, let alone her, even Liu Yueyun felt very strange.

She never thought that Yang Feng still had enough time to learn any advanced medical skills.

When she thought of this, she decided to sneak in with Yang Feng and take a look.

After telling Ji Yun about the situation at home.

The two finished breakfast.

Liu Yueyun took Yang Feng out for a walk.

After a distance of two kilometers, we soon arrived at the gate of the Song family's manor.

At this time, the gate of the manor was heavily guarded.

Even the person responsible for guarding the gate has the strength of an acquired warrior.

It was exactly ten o'clock in the morning, and doctors were entering the door one after another.

But as expected, some of them also brought assistants.

"Yang Feng, I see that they all have assistants, but you are the only one here. I think you are very shameless."

Liu Yueyun's expression was full of smiles.

Yang Feng was a little speechless and said: "Actually, you have been ready for a long time and want to go in with me, right?"

"Isn't this just to help you earn face?"

"Don't talk nonsense for a while. I don't know how to treat a doctor. Let's just go in and fish in troubled waters."

"I know, I know."

Liu Yueyun readily agreed.

The two of them walked towards inside while talking.

After checking Yang Feng's identity.

Then someone took Yang Feng to the hall of the manor.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people in the hall.

These people are all China's top doctors, and they are gathered here just to treat Mr. Song.

In fact, this is not because doctors covet the Song family's fame.

It's just because Mr. Song did have a good reputation when he was young.

In China, he is not only a well-known philanthropist, but he has also used his own strength to fight against powerful European families and protect China's property.

It is precisely because of this that so many doctors come here, many of them coming for his reputation.

Butler Hagen poured a cup of tea for everyone, and then said: "Everyone, Mr. Song just took a rest and you need to wait for him to wake up. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"The old man is seriously ill, and we are very sad. We can't bear to disturb his sleep."

A doctor said at this time.

Everyone also has a tacit understanding, even if they speak, they are extremely quiet.

And they all knew that Mr. Song was sleeping in the back hall, so they must not have heard him.

Yang Feng and Liu Yueyun sat down on a sofa in the corner.

The two seemed a bit out of place.

Because the other doctors all knew each other, the two of them seemed to be just two pigeons mixed in with a group of egrets.

Fortunately, everyone was discussing Mr. Song's condition at this time, and no one paid attention to them.

"Do you know anyone here?"

Yang Feng asked quietly.

Liu Yueyun nodded and said: "The man with the white beard, his name is Fang Zhong, he is a very powerful healer. Whether he is an ancient warrior or an ordinary person, he has the ability to bring the dead back to life. He saved someone in our family before."

"Where's the older one next to you?"

"That one is called Yu Liuzhi, and he is also a very powerful doctor, but he seems to be from the ancient city."

Liu Yueyun knew a lot of people and introduced them to Yang Feng.

While Yang Feng nodded, he also exclaimed: "I didn't expect you to know so much about this."

"This is natural. If you have an incurable disease, you can only try these doctors."

Liu Yueyun didn't say anything clearly.

But Yang Feng also understood that probably the Liu family also invited these doctors.

Time passed like this for a while.

The housekeeper Hagen came out again and said to everyone: "Everyone, Mr. Song is awake. Could you please go to the ward?"

These words excited everyone present and they all walked towards the ward.

Yang Feng and Liu Yueyun walked last.

Everyone entered the back hall.

Under the leadership of the butler, a door was opened.

At this time, there was a slight smell of medicine coming from the door.

After Yang Feng walked in, he discovered that this was a modified ward.

The room is fully equipped with medical equipment, from ventilators to first aid equipment.

And the health care workers here.

Although Mr. Song's illness requires doctors, he also needs the first aid of modern medicine.

For example, he hasn't eaten for several days and can only rely on nutrient solution to stay in bed.

The room is quite large, and even if a dozen people walk in, it doesn't seem crowded.

But the old man lying on the bed was already extremely ill and his life was in danger.

He was pale, and his wrinkled face showed guilt.

"I'm already half buried. I'm really sorry for bothering you all to come all the way here..."

Song Guozhi's extremely weak voice still greeted everyone.

Fang Zhong, who was in front, heard this and said quickly: "Mr. Song, you are being humble. You are very ill now. Needless to say, we are just here to check your complexion and feel your pulse. I believe that everyone is here, there will be There’s a way.”

As he spoke, Song Guozhi also closed his eyes.

For him at this time, even opening his eyes to look at people was a very laborious task.

Everyone began to ask questions about Song Guozhi.

However, from their solemn expressions, we can feel that their condition is not optimistic.

"Why don't you go up and have a look?"

At this time, Liu Yueyun pulled Yang Feng's clothes and asked strangely.