I Became the Rich Second-generation Villain

Wang Haoran was blowing the wind on the rooftop, looking down at the surrounding night scene.

At this point, Feng Rao had already left for several minutes.

Wang Haoran looked at his hand that had just been tired, and couldn't help sighing.

I thought to myself that I would try not to get along with Feng Rao alone in the future.

This time, it was my hands that were tired, but not necessarily next time.

Wang Haoran continued to blow the wind for a while, also left the rooftop, walked down the corridor, and soon reached the floor of Yan Yuntian's ward.

When the footsteps just landed on the corridor floor of this floor, a figure came out from behind the door of the bathroom not far away.

It was Yun Churan.

However, Yun Churan just glanced at Wang Haoran lightly, and then prepared to return to Yan Yuntian's ward.

Wang Haoran walked faster, caught up, and walked side by side with her.

"Even major matters of marriage must be dominated by others. Do you think this is a kind of sadness?" Wang Haoran's words clearly meant something.

After Yun Churan heard it, his footsteps paused, and then he continued to move forward. At the same time, he also said aloud:

"Yan Yuntiangui is the young master of Fengxi Mountain, and he is also very good. He is a good match. Why should I feel sad?"

In the ward just now, she had already seen that Wang Haoran was at odds with Yan Yuntian. It can be completely guessed that Wang Haoran is trying to destroy the relationship between himself and Yan Yuntian. And as Yan Yuntian's fiancee, she naturally stood on Yan Yuntian's side to speak for him.

"Yan Yuntian's excellence may be true, but he can't give you happiness." Wang Haoran said meaningfully.

Yun Churan doesn't care about the so-called happiness, because she doesn't like Yan Yuntian at all. But in terms of position, it cannot be said that, so he said:

"You don't need to worry about it, I'll be very happy."

"It seems that you misinterpreted the meaning of my words. I was talking about the nature of the character." Wang Haoran tilted his head and smiled at her.

Yun Churan was stunned for a moment, and then became embarrassed, "You idiot, if you talk nonsense again, be careful that I'm being rude to you."

"I kindly remind you, don't believe it, or it will be too late to regret it when you get married." Wang Haoran looked like a good man.

"Nonsense." Yun Churan just thought he was talking nonsense. After dropping these four words, he also lost the mind to talk to Wang Haoran, so he stepped forward and walked forward, and soon walked into Yan Yuntian's ward.

Wang Haoran smiled strangely and followed slowly.

"It's getting late, do you want to go back to rest?" Seeing that Wang Haoran was back, Feng Xuansu stepped forward and asked in a low voice.

"Don't worry, just wait a while." Wang Haoran smiled. There will be a good show coming on the stage soon. Wouldn't it be a pity to leave now?

After waiting for about ten minutes, Yu Ning invited Bian Su Wen here.

Yan Feipeng and Feng Rao stepped forward and greeted them kindly.

Bian Suwen responded politely, then turned his eyes and looked at Wang Haoran in the room, but he didn't go over to say hello.

Because the two passed the gas before, they had to pretend to be unfamiliar.

"Divine Doctor, this is my son's examination report and the judgment of his injury. Would you like to take a look at it?" Yan Feipeng handed over a stack of papers and sheets and showed it to Bian Suwen.

After Bian Su asked, her eyebrows were furrowed and her face darkened.

Seeing this, Yan Feipeng felt nervous for a moment, and quickly asked, "Is there any problem?"

"Master Ling's injury is very serious." Bian Su asked Su Rong.

"I heard from the doctor at the hospital that after a few months of recuperation, you can move freely, how could it be serious?" Yan Feipeng wondered.

"If you just want to move freely, then of course it's not serious. But if you recover your old martial power after recuperating, then..." Bian Su asked before he spoke.

When Yan Yuntian heard this, he panicked, "Divine Doctor, do you mean that these injuries will affect my martial arts cultivation?"

"Yes, after your injury is healed, I estimate that only 30% of your cultivation will remain." Bian Su asked sternly.

Hearing this, Yan Yuntian's face, which was pale due to the serious injury, turned pale again.

Because of the hidden illness, his cultivation base was stagnant, and he was beaten by Ning Aoxue last time to humiliate him.

But even so, with Yan Yuntian's cultivation, he can still be regarded as one of the few martial arts geniuses in the hidden world.

But if you subtract 70% on this basis, you will become a mediocre person.

This was something Yan Yuntian could not accept no matter what.

"Can that be treated?" Yan Yuntian asked anxiously.

"But it's okay, but..." Bian Su asked halfway through and stopped again.

Yan Yuntian was almost dying.

"Divine Doctor, if you have something to say, you can say it directly." Yan Feipeng said beside him.

"That's right, in order to heal Young Master Ling's injury, you need a few medicinal materials that are rare in the world, and these medicinal materials are the handed down treasures of the Medicine Immortal Valley." Bian Suwen hinted.

Yan Feipeng understood and said richly, "You can open the price."

Hearing this, Bian Suwen stretched out a finger.

"One hundred million? Well, no problem." Yan Feipeng readily agreed.

Although the 100 million consultation fee is high, it is nothing to him.

However, Bian Suwen shook his head at him.

"One billion?" Yan Feipeng frowned slightly.

Pian Suwen shook his head again

.

"Ten billion is too high." Yan Feipeng was very dissatisfied.

"It's 100 billion." Seeing that he had guessed a few times without guessing, Bian Suwen said it directly.

"One hundred billion?!" Yan Feipeng's old face twitched.

"Yes, 100 billion, even less is not enough." Bian Su asked as if there was no negotiation at all.

Yan Feipeng hesitated.

Although he can take out 100 billion, it is undoubtedly more painful than cutting flesh.

Seeing that Yan Feipeng didn't respond for a long time, Bian Su asked, "I am not the only genius doctor in this world, you can also hire another genius."

After all, he was about to leave.

Feng Rao was afraid that Wang Haoran would be unhappy, so she chose not to say a word when it came to treating Yan Yuntian.

"Hold on." Yan Feipeng stopped her.

In today's hidden world, the doctors who seek medical treatment in Xiangu are the most famous and have the most profound medical skills. And Bian Su asked, as the current valley owner of the Valley of Medicine Immortals, where in the world is there a person with more profound medical skills than her?

If you don't find her for treatment, who else can you find?

"100 billion is 100 billion, but I have no cash flow, so I have to pay for it with assets." Yan Feipeng said.

"No problem." Bian Suwen stopped and turned around, said with a smile, then walked to the bedside and said to Yan Yuntian:

"I need a detailed examination to learn more about your condition."

Yan Yuntian nodded and said to Yan Feipeng, "Father, please avoid all of you."

He felt guilty for fear of being diagnosed with a hidden disease, so he naturally wanted to leave everyone alone and get along with Bian Suwen alone.

"No need to evade, I will use the hanging wire to diagnose the pulse." While speaking, Bian Suwen took out the tools he brought and sat down on the stool beside the bed.

With a flick of his finger, the silk thread flew out and wrapped around Yan Yuntian's wrist.

Bian Suwen closed his eyes slightly, and pressed his light-white fingers in the silk thread, feeling it carefully.

After dozens of seconds, he slowly opened his eyes with a solemn expression.

Yan Yuntian suddenly had a bad premonition, and quickly said: "Divine Doctor, if you have anything to say, you can just tell me alone!"

"Divine Doctor, if you have something to say, it's okay to say it!" Yan Feipeng cared about his son and wanted to know.

"How is my fiance's condition?" Yun Churan also asked with concern.