Chapter 1810

Fan Tong immediately turned around, handed the note with the account number to Zhou Feng, and then said, "no problem, but you must transfer money to me first. This is my account number."

Zhou Feng looked at the note from fan Tong, and then looked at fan Tong. Zhou Feng was a little confused. Is that too sharp? Just now I refused. In the blink of an eye, the notes were all ready. Is that a little more efficient?

The old ancestor's words are really reasonable. Money can make the devil push the mill. As long as the money is in place, everything can be discussed. The reason why fan Tong ignored people just now is that the money is not in place, which has not yet reached fan Tong's psychological expectation.

One hundred million is one hundred million. Thinking of Zhou Qihua's tens of billions of assets, Zhou Feng clenched his teeth and quickly transferred them to fan Tongyi. Then he said, "the money is here. Can you open the door? You can't keep your word

Fan Tong confirmed that the money had arrived, so he glanced lazily at the door and said, "I don't have to open the door. The door opened quickly. By the way, your uncle is recovering well, and his spirit is better than yours."

what do you mean?

Just when Zhou Feng was puzzled, the door of the operating room opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties came out of it. He was full of energy, high spirited, upright and standing like a pine. His aura was very strong. Just a glance at the crowd made them feel more pressure.

Many people wonder, who is this? How do you look like Zhou Qihua in middle age?

Everyone present, including Zhou Feng, did not think of the people in front of him. Even Zhou Qihua did not think about it at all, or dare not think about it at all.

Zhou Qihua swept the crowd, and finally his eyes fell on Zhou Feng. He said, "thank you for your concern. Thanks for the blessing of Tosu. I've recovered. Not only the tumor is gone, but also I'm young. I'm back in my middle age."

Boom

The crowd exploded on the spot. There were almost 200 people outside the door. They all came to watch the excitement to see if a miracle would happen. They didn't expect that it really happened, and it was a miracle among the miracles, which made people feel incredible.

Compared with other people's shock, Zhou Feng was scared to pee. He sat on the ground and looked at Zhou Qihua in horror. He couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Zhou Qihua.

More than ten minutes ago, Zhou Qihua was dying and could smoke at any time. Now standing in front of Zhou Feng, Zhou Qihua is full of spirit, full of spirit and ruddy complexion, which makes people feel that he is not alone.

Zhou Qihua threw his fist at the crowd and said, "you guys, I have some housework to deal with. Please stay away for a while. Tomorrow, I'll give you a banquet. I hope you'll appreciate it."

Everyone guessed that Zhou Feng was going to have bad luck. Before he left, he took a deep look at Zhou Feng. Then, under the leadership of the staff, he walked out of the infirmary one after another. The originally crowded corridor became empty and desolate.

Su Yang and others sat on the seats on both sides of the corridor, waiting quietly.

Zhou Feng suddenly burst into tears and cried out: "uncle, you scared me to death just now. You are the best... Uncle..."

Zhou Feng, a dramatist, is a miserable and tearful man. He is quite lifelike. He is three points better than a professional actor.

Zhou Qihua snorted coldly, walked forward two steps, and gave Zhou Feng a hard kick. He kicked Zhou Feng down on the spot, and then said coldly, "Zhou Feng, stop acting. I know what you've done."