After the soul snatching scholar escaped, the dirty Taoist went to check Xiao Nan's injury again. This time, he checked carefully.

Seeing the dirty Taoist's face getting worse and worse, the craftsman Tiangong looked like an ant on a hot pot and asked, "boss, how is my son's injury?"

The scruffy Taoist shook his head and said helplessly, "the soul snatching scholar never left his hand. His hand was very heavy, and he deliberately abandoned Xiao Nan. Xiao Nan's meridians were seriously injured, and it is estimated that he will be useless for the rest of his life."

Craftsman Tiangong was worried and his face turned red: "boss, I only have Xiaonan's son. If he has something bad, how can I be worthy of his dead mother? Boss, say it, no matter how much money it costs, I will cure Xiaonan."

The dirty Taoist sighed and said, "it's not a matter of money. No matter how much you spend, it's difficult to cure your son's injury."

Craftsman Tiangong sat on the ground dejectedly, his face pale, his hands holding his head, and a big man actually cried so bitterly.

"Why are you crying? I just said it's difficult. But I didn't say it's impossible. If you want to cure Xiao Nan, there is still a glimmer of hope if you find that person."

The dirty Taoist angrily scolded.

"That man? Is it... Is it Ye Tianchen, the medical saint?"

Craftsman Tiangong is not a fool, and immediately said, but immediately he shook his head and said helplessly, "however, the medical Saint Ye Tianchen has been missing for more than ten years, and no one knows where he is now. Maybe he has passed away."

"Hum, ye Tianchen died? I tell you, if you die, he can't die. Don't doubt it. Others say that doctors can't cure themselves, but that's because their medical skills are not perfect. The reason why Ye Tianchen can be called the sage of medicine, naturally it's impossible to die easily!"

The dirty Taoist snorted coldly.

"But even if he is still alive, he is probably in seclusion, and we don't know where to find him?"

Craftsman Tiangong whispered.

"Of course we don't know, but... There is someone who certainly knows, and you know this person."

The dirty Taoist laughed.

"I know him, too?"

Craftsman Tiangong wanted to break his scalp, but he couldn't imagine who would know the medical Saint Ye Tianchen.

"It's the young man named Ye Fei. He is Ye Tianchen's grandson, the only real grandson."

The dirty Taoist said faintly.

"Ah, it's him!"

The craftsman Tiangong looked stunned. Now he knew that ye Fei was actually Ye Tianchen's grandson. In fact, he had long guessed that ye Fei's identity was unusual, but he didn't think about it. He is very regretful now. He had known that ye Fei was Ye Tianchen's grandson, so he should have a good relationship with Ye Fei and should not deceive Ye Fei.

However, there is no regret in the world. It is useless for craftsman Tiangong to regret now.

..........................

Ye Fei put the Bronze Dragon Head and two fakes on the car. He hurried back to Chengde without stopping. The old technique was repeated. He hid the Genuine Bronze Dragon Head in the cabinet of the supermarket, took a fake and went to find Dongfang Xue.

The two met at a cafe in the city center.

Ye Fei hurried over and saw that Dongfang Xue was wearing a goose yellow dress, which was not easy to look, but showed his peerless face, attracting the men around him.

Ye Fei walked straight over and sat in front of Dongfang Xue. Before he spoke, Dongfang Xue pursed his mouth and said, "Why are you so slow?"

"Is it still slow? It's fast enough. The craftsman Tiangong is not so easy to deal with."

Ye Fei said with a smile.

"So you've done it?"

The snow in the East brightened.

"It's done. It's absolutely safe. How about you? Have you contacted the Li family?"

Ye Fei asked.

"It's done, and the Li family is in touch, waiting for you to send the bronze dragon head, but... There's also a little accident here. If I say it, don't scold me."

Dongfang Xue hesitated a little, and her eyes were flying everywhere. She didn't dare to face Ye Fei's eyes.

Ye Fei shrugged and said, "if you help me, how can I scold you? I'm not unreasonable. Tell me, what difficulties have I encountered?"

Dongfang Xue was relieved. She looked at Ye Fei with beautiful eyes and said, "I'll believe you once. You know, I haven't been in the Jianghu for a long time and I don't have a deep friendship with the Li family. This time, I negotiated with the Li family through family relations."

Ye Fei nodded, "I know this."

"I wanted to hide it from my father, but... I didn't hide it from him, so he knew about it. I'll say it or not, he promised to help you."

East snow whispered.

"Your father."

Ye Fei frowned slightly. He has a good impression of Dongfang Xue, but not so good impression of her parents. After all, Dongfang Xue's mother also sent servants to teach Ye Fei a lesson, but ye Fei finally taught her a lesson.

"My father is actually very good. Don't worry. If he says to help you, he will help you. If you agree, I can take you to see my father Dongfang Weiming. If you don't agree, then... Forget it. He won't get involved in our affairs."

Dongfang Xue saw Ye Fei's face was not good, and quickly shook his hands and said.

Ye Fei thought for a while, and finally nodded and agreed. Because, in fact, he has no choice. Although he didn't want Dongfang Weiming to intervene, he couldn't negotiate with the Li family by himself.

Dongfang Xue breathed a sigh of relief. Caught between Ye Fei and her father, she felt it was difficult to do so. She took Ye Fei downstairs and took him to an underground parking lot nearby. It turned out that Dongfang Weiming had been waiting for him nearby.

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Dongfang Weiming is dressed in white casual clothes. He is handsome and handsome. He looks no older than Dongfang Xue. It is hard to imagine that he is Dongfang Xue's father.

"Hello, uncle."

Ye Fei came up and said hello to Dongfang Weiming.

"Are you ye Fei? Yes, yes, you are indeed a talent."

Dongfang's uncertain attitude is casual, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. No wonder he is the owner of the Dongfang family and knows how to behave.

The two exchanged greetings and went straight to the point.

"Ye Fei, in the face of Xiaoxue, I can help you this time. But I want to see the bronze dragon head."

Dongfang Weiming looked at Ye Fei and said.

"That's natural."

Without hesitation, ye Fei took out the Bronze Dragon Head and handed it to Dongfang Weiming.

After receiving it, Dongfang Weiming glanced at it and returned it, without even showing a greedy expression on his face. This made Ye Fei very puzzled. It seemed that Dongfang Xue's father was a high-minded man, who regarded money as dirt. Even if it was the treasure of the Old Summer Palace, he didn't see it.

There are few such people in modern society. Of course, the inheritance of the Oriental family for hundreds of years, with a solid family background, does not need such ill gotten gains, which is also a very important reason.

However, the unknown style of the East makes Ye Fei's doubts more intense.

Is he just helping, not plotting something?

If it's a plot, people who can't be moved by money are actually more troublesome.