"Steel...Iron Man?" Hearing Song Yanling's words, Cy Tie almost sprayed out his mouth with a sip.

He didn't expect that the other party would use such an image to describe Wu Zhongyang.

However, when Song Yanling studied in the Mold Country for many years, the powerful characters she could think of in her heart were probably the only superheroes in Hollywood.

For a moment, he felt helpless.

China has thousands of years of history and has emerged in many talents. As a result, after seeing the strong, people's first impression is that it is a foreigner, which is a kind of tragedy.

In such an environment, it is really difficult to revitalize traditional Chinese medicine.

After pausing, he shook his head and smiled: "Brother Wu is a soldier. I don't know much about his specific identity, but he is very strong. How can those shrimp soldiers and crab generals be his opponent?"

"You... do you say that those people sent by the Jiang family are shrimp soldiers and crab generals?" Listening to Su Tie's calm tone, Song Yanling's breathing had become a little rapid.

Although she did not see it with her own eyes, according to Jiang Xun's description, she was sure that those hundreds of people were all extremely vicious people. Why did it seem like there were only hundreds of ants that could easily sweep across it?

But thinking of the bizarre things tonight, she suddenly felt that it seemed nothing to be worthy of one.

After pondering for a moment, she suddenly remembered another thing and said curiously: "By the way, you asked the Jiang family for 2 billion, but you didn't make any documents. What would you plan if they were to pay back?"

"Don't worry, no one can rely on my account." Su Tie smiled coldly, picked up the tea and took a sip.

Although his tone was very plain, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, it sounded like a cracking mountain and opening a rock, shaking the sky.

Song Yanling even felt that in the eyes of the Jinling Jiang family, in the eyes of the Iron Man, was like an ant beside the road, not worth mentioning at all.

For a moment, she was a little puzzled. Although Su Tie was very strong and Wu Zhongyang was also very capable, but that was the Jiang family in Jinling. Why was the other party so confident?

...

Late at night, in front of the door of the emergency room on the first floor of Renai Hospital in Jinling East Suburbs, there were already doctors standing.

Some of them came from Jiangzhou, some came from the East China Sea, and even Yanjing, all of them were top figures in the industry.

At this time, everyone was gathered together, chattering and talking nonstop.

"Doctor Cheng, I think Mr. Jiang is a psychological problem at all. I suggest you ask a psychologist to come here for guidance immediately." One of the middle-aged doctors with thin hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses shouted.

Hearing this, another bearded old man shook his head and snorted coldly: "What psychological problem is it just nonsense. If I want to see, Mr. Jiang must have a brain injury and must undergo surgery as soon as possible."

"You are just talking nonsense. I've checked it just now. Mr. Jiang was not injured at all. If you want me to see, it should be a traitor." One of the old men wearing white training suits shouted loudly.

As soon as he said this, the crowd was in an uproar.

"It's ridiculous. Even the evil was revealed. Are you going to Longhu Mountain to invite a few Taoist priests to help Mr. Jiang exorcise evil spirits?"

"Do you understand? The Taoist priest who asks to exorcise evil should go to Maoshan. That's the professional one. Longhushan doesn't care about these messy things."

Listening to everyone's chatter, Feng Zhengkun, who was standing beside him, had turned extremely blue.

He didn't expect that Jiang Xun's situation would be so serious. He invited so many famous doctors, but he was still helpless.

If he couldn't cure it, he would probably have to apologize for his death.

Just when Feng Zhengkun was anxious, a short middle-aged man in a white coat hurriedly stepped forward and comforted him quietly: "Mr. Feng, you don't need to be in a hurry. President Zhou is helping Mr. Jiang. He is a famous neurological expert in China. With him, Mr. Jiang will definitely be fine."

"How can I not be anxious? Five hours have passed and you haven't even found any disease. How can I explain it later?" Feng Zhengkun snorted, his face became even more solemn.

As Jiang Xun's personal assistant, he couldn't escape the situation when the other party was in such a situation, not to mention that what happened tonight was his strong instigation.

Looking at Feng Zhengkun's angry expression, the middle-aged man standing aside did not dare to say anything. He just responded in a low voice, then stood beside him honestly and stopped talking.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no movement in the emergency room, while the doctors outside the door were still chattering and talking nonstop.

Just then, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor.

Soon, an old man wearing a Zhongshan suit and holding a dragon-head crutch was quickly walking towards the emergency room with the support of a middle-aged man in a suit and tie.

The old man had a thin face and white hair, which was old, but the eyes he hid in the sunken eye socket were extremely sharp and chilling.

As they appeared, the originally noisy emergency room gate immediately fell into silence.

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Zhengkun hurriedly came forward and said respectfully: "Old Jiang, Mr. Jiang, why are you here? Just have me here."

"You're so embarrassed to say?" Jiang Wentao snorted coldly, raised his hand and slapped Feng Zhengkun in the face, and said angrily: "It is because of you that Xiaoxun will suffer this disaster. If he has something to do, I'll take your life."

Feng Zhengkun was stunned for a moment, hurriedly covering his hot face, feeling anger surged in his heart.

He was a veteran of the Jiang family after all, and was slapped in public. Even if he had problems, he still couldn't stand it.

However, the other party was Jiang Wentao after all, the most proud son of the old man in the Jiang family. Now his status in the Jiang family is at its peak, and he dared not say anything.

However, Jiang Chengfeng, who was standing aside, frowned and scolded coldly: "Wentao, don't be rude. Xiaoxun's affairs have nothing to do with Zhengkun."

"Dad, you are still protecting him. If he hadn't insisted on Xiaoxun fighting with the boy named Su, how could he be suddenly seriously ill and hospitalized? And it has not been cured yet." Jiang Wentao said anxiously.

He shouted, while scanning the direction of the emergency room, the muscles on his face kept twitching.

Jiang Xun is his only son and his lifelong hope is also his lifelong hope. If something happens to the other party, he really cannot accept it.

Although Jiang Chengfeng, who was standing aside, did not speak, he also tightly pinched the dragon head crutch with his hands, and his expression on his face had already become solemn.

Even though he was in charge of the Jiang family, turning his hands into clouds and turning his hands into rain, he still couldn't suppress his worries when he saw his grandson seriously ill.

Seeing this, Feng Zhengkun felt a little uncomfortable. He hesitated for a moment and nodded, "Old Jiang, what happened tonight is indeed my fault. I underestimated the boy named Su. If something happened to the young master, I would be willing to pay my life."

"Forget it, let's wait first." Jiang Chengfeng waved his hand, his voice seemed a little weak.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the emergency room suddenly opened, and then a middle-aged doctor in a white coat and gold-rimmed glasses walked out quickly.

Seeing this, Jiang Wentao hurriedly came forward and asked anxiously: "Doctor, how is my son? Can he be cured?"

"Jiang...Mr. Jiang, Mr. Jiang... His situation is too complicated, I...I can do nothing to do..." The middle-aged doctor pushed his glasses and stammered.
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