Rebirth of the First Sword Immortal in the City

The beautiful woman screamed, and eight bodyguards in black suits rushed in, and without saying a word, they arrested the shopkeeper Wu San, and then began to smash it.

Wu San looked shocked, he didn't expect that the woman who bought medicinal herbs yesterday would come to the door so quickly.

Under the instruction of the beautiful woman, the bodyguards smashed the store to pieces, but they did not embarrass Ye Chen and Jiang Wenhao.

After smashing it, the beautiful woman glanced at Ye Chen and the others, and said coldly: "This is a liar who sells fake medicines, and he almost killed my grandfather, I want him to sit through the prison."

Hearing this, Wu San fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowed again and again, and said: "Miss Song, I was wrong, I shouldn't have confused that fake ginseng and sold it to you, I am willing to compensate ten times, please don't send me to prison."

Hearing this, Jiang Wenhao shook his head again and again, and sighed: "Wu San, Wu San, you are also a decades-old shop, how can you do such a thing."

Wu San drooped his head, feeling remorseful, yesterday he saw that this woman was young and rich, and she had little experience, so she sold the three wild ginseng plants to the other party in confusion, but she didn't expect the other party to come to the door.

"Ten times the compensation?" The young woman snorted coldly: "It's useless to pay a hundred times the compensation, if something happens to my grandfather, my father will definitely not let you go."

"Little girl, dare to ask who your father is?" Thinking of decades of friendship, Jiang Wenhao stood up and wanted to intercede with Wu San with his connections.

"Dongcheng Song Yi is my father. The young woman looked at Jiang Wenhao arrogantly: "Who are you?"

"It's over, it's really over now." As soon as he heard Song Yi's name, Wu San's knees weakened, and he fell directly to the ground, almost fainting without being frightened.

is an old Jianghu like Jiang Wenhao, after hearing the name Song Yi, he was also very surprised, and even a little afraid.

"Miss Song, I'm Jiang Wenhao, I don't know what disease your grandfather is suffering from, can I take action to see if I can cure it?"

After Jiang Wenhao reported to his home, a bodyguard lowered his head and said something in the young woman's ear, and the young woman's attitude eased slightly: "It turns out that you are Jiang Wenhao, the miracle doctor in Xicheng District, my grandfather was in good health yesterday, but as soon as he drank the tonic of a hundred years of ginseng, he vomited a mouthful of black blood, and he has not come to his senses until now, the old doctor of the Qiankun Medical Center is helpless, can you really cure it?"

Jiang Wenhao was concerned about the safety of his old friend, so he could only apologize to Ye Chen:" Doctor Ye can only be temporarily absent for now. Hearing

Jiang Wenhao call Ye Chen a miracle doctor, the young woman and Wu San were both puzzled.

"I'm fine anyway, let's go with you. Ye Chen said lightly.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wenhao suddenly relieved his brows, and said to Wu San: "With Doctor Ye's help, Old Man Song's illness is not easy to be resolved, Wu San, you are lucky today, why don't you hurry up and thank

Doctor Ye?" Wu San was anxious at the moment, and immediately thanked Ye Chen: "Thank you Doctor Ye, thank you Doctor Ye." The

young woman looked at Ye Chen suspiciously, a young man of the same age as her was actually regarded as a miracle doctor by Jiang Wenhao, and she couldn't help but have some doubts about Jiang Wenhao's name as a miracle doctor.

But the grandfather was in a critical condition, so he didn't think much about it, escorted Wu San out of the store, and returned to Dongcheng with a few people.

The Song family in Dongcheng, an old mansion.

At this moment, the Song family stood outside an old wooden house with a solemn expression, led by a middle-aged man of about forty, with a hint of majesty between his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man is Song Yi, the master of the underground world in Dongcheng, who started from scratch and is now rich and famously ruthless.

As the wooden door opened, an old man wearing the words "Qiankun Medical Hall" walked out of the wooden house.

Song Yi immediately greeted him and asked urgently: "Pavilion Master Zhang, how is my father's condition?"

Feeling Song Yi's anxiety, Pavilion Master Zhang shook his head: "Mr. Song, don't hide it, the old man took chicken soup stewed with fake ginseng, the blood vessels in the brain were congested, and the blood clots were blocked, I tried my best, but I could only ensure that the old man stabilized his breath, as for whether he could wake up, he could only resign himself to fate."

"Thank you Pavilion Master Zhang for your help, this is 10 million medical fees. Song Yi gave a bank card to Pavilion Master Zhang: "This time, thanks to Pavilion Master Zhang's action, I, Song Yi, owe Qiankun Medical Hall a favor." After

that, he urged: "Why hasn't Yan'er brought the boss who sells counterfeit drugs yet?"

At this moment, Song Yan'er led Jiang Wenhao and Ye Chen to the Song family's mansion.

"Dad, I've got someone. Song Yan'er took Wu San to the outside of the wooden house, followed by Ye Chen and Jiang Wenhao.

Seeing Song Yi, Wu San was naturally frightened, kneeling and kowtowing to admit his mistake: "Mr. Song, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Song Yi's eyes were cold, and he directly ordered: "Come on, cripple this profiteer, throw it into the sea and sink it." "

Mr. Song, can you let me go in and have a look?" Jiang Wenhao Mao recommended himself.

"Pavilion Master Zhang of the Qiankun Medical Pavilion can't be cured, are you Jiang Wenhao more skilled?" someone mocked.

Jiang Wenhao looked at this person, shook his hand and said, "Even if the old man can't be cured, naturally someone can cure him?"