Song Wenting glanced at Chen Fan and also got into the car and left.
Only Chen Fan remained at the scene, along with the bodyguards left by the masked man to clean up.
"Woman's benevolence," these four words echoed in Chen Fan's ears.
"Does one have to be cold-blooded to not be called woman's benevolence?" Chen Fan asked, but naturally, no one at the scene answered him.
He glanced at the villa in front of him again, then turned, got into his car, and drove home.
Along the way, Chen Fan's thoughts were in a mess. He couldn't understand why this mysterious masked man would suddenly appear to help him. Was it just because of a lie Song Wenting told back then?
Chen Fan didn't believe that the masked man would kill Ghost Hand just because he was the man Song Wenting mentioned.
Soon, Chen Fan drove to the entrance of his residential complex.
"Mr. Chen!" Just as Chen Fan was about to drive into the underground garage, a figure blocked his car.
The sudden appearance of the figure finally pulled Chen Fan back from his thoughts.
The one blocking Chen Fan's car was none other than Ergou, who was carrying two bowls of wontons and small steamed buns and approached Chen Fan's car window.
"Mr. Chen, here are the things you wanted. I've had them sent twice already. These just arrived two minutes ago. After all, wontons don't taste good if they soak for too long," Ergou said obsequiously, handing the wontons and small steamed buns to Chen Fan.
"Thanks," Chen Fan said, taking the food and thanking him.
Ergou was startled and quickly flattered, "Mr. Chen, it is my honor to be able to work for you. You don't need to thank me; this is all I should do."
Chen Fan nodded slightly and prepared to drive into the underground garage.
However, after taking a step, Chen Fan suddenly stopped and looked at Ergou, saying, "Ghost Hand is dead. Contact Da Xiong and see if we can get involved in Sucheng and expand our influence."
"What?! Ghost, Ghost Hand is dead?!" Ergou was so shocked that his jaw almost hit the ground.
Ergou also knew that Chen Fan had just gone to see Ghost Hand. Could it be?
Thinking of this, Ergou was even more shocked because he had to connect Ghost Hand's death with Chen Fan.
This would likely cause a huge stir throughout Huainan Province!
"Yes, Mr. Chen, I'll go find Brother Xiong right away!" With that, Ergou dared not delay and hurried away.
Sucheng was very close to Jiangcheng, which was why Ghost Hand had always coveted Jiangcheng.
Now that Ghost Hand was dead, Sucheng would undoubtedly be leaderless. If they acted unexpectedly, they would definitely gain a lot, which would be a good thing for them.
Seeing Ergou leave, Chen Fan returned home.
After they ate, Chen Fan went back to the bedroom to rest.
Today had been a great shock to Chen Fan, and he was feeling very low.
Qin Shuran, being a psychiatrist, naturally noticed the change in Chen Fan's emotions.
Seeing Chen Fan return to the bedroom, she followed him and lay down beside him.
Qin Shuran didn't ask anything, but simply leaned against Chen Fan, keeping him company.
With Qin Shuran by his side, Chen Fan's mood improved slightly. At some point, Chen Fan fell asleep.
However, Chen Fan did not sleep well that night, because every time he closed his eyes, he would see the two assassins and Li Jiaorong's dying gazes, as if telling him that they did not want to die.
The next morning, after a night's rest, Chen Fan's condition had recovered considerably.
After eating some breakfast, Chen Fan drove Qin Shuran to the psychiatric hospital, while he himself headed to Longgang Hospital.
Yesterday, he had told Xia Yiting that he would be seeing patients at Longgang Hospital today.
There were an unusually large number of patients at Longgang Hospital today because the hospital had announced yesterday that specialist outpatient services would be open today.
Early in the morning, or even last night, people had already started queuing up.
"Honey, do you think this specialist can cure our son's illness? If, if it's still not possible, I think we should go to the psychiatric hospital to find Director Chen. What if, what if he really has a way?"
In the outpatient hall, a couple held a young boy, their expressions anxious.
The man's hair was messy, and he kept yawning. To get a spot in the queue, he had arrived at the hospital in the early hours of the morning, only to find he was still in the thirtieth position.
Yawning, the man showed disdain on his face, "Wife, that kid is a swindler!"
"Even the experts at our Jiangcheng First Hospital can't guarantee to cure our child's illness. What possible way could a mere director at a psychiatric hospital, who's not even as old as me, have to cure our son? He's just trying to scam us out of money."
"Don't worry, I've inquired about this Specialist Chen. He's a famous divine doctor. I heard he can even cure leukemia. Specialist Chen will definitely have a way to cure our son's illness!"
"Really?" The woman's face looked anxious.
The man affirmed, "Of course. We just need to wait in line. This Specialist Chen is like Hua Tuo reborn. Don't you see so many people queuing up? I came at three in the morning to queue, and we only got number thirty-three. It's conceivable that some people probably started queuing last night. If he didn't have any skills, would people queue for such a long line?"
Hearing this, the woman's expression eased slightly.
The man then said with disdain, "As for that Director Chen from the psychiatric hospital, don't mention him again. What a joke. A brat trying to scam us? He can dream on."
"We both have the surname Chen. Look at Specialist Chen, and then look at him. He's simply disgracing the Chen surname."
The man's words were very harsh.
The woman nodded, placing all her hopes on this Specialist Chen.
At 8:30 AM, the specialist outpatient clinic officially opened.
Chen Fan's consultation speed was very fast. For some severe cases, he directly admitted them to the hospital for treatment. For those that could be treated with medication, he would write prescriptions and have the hospital prepare and decoct the medicine, in addition to acupuncture treatment.
Around ten o'clock, it was the young couple's turn.
"Next," Zhou Xuemeng opened the door and called out.
Because there were too many people in the queue, to prevent scalpers, they issued numbers on-site and called them out.
The couple, holding their child, followed Zhou Xuemeng into the consultation room.
"Doctor, my son has lupus erythematosus. Do you have a way to treat this disease?" As soon as they entered the consultation room, the man couldn't help but ask.
Hearing this voice, Chen Fan looked up and a smile appeared on his face, "Is it you?"
Hearing Chen Fan's words, the couple was stunned and looked puzzled.
Since Chen Fan was wearing a mask, they didn't recognize him at first glance.
Chen Fan smiled calmly and took off his mask.
"It's you?!" When the couple saw Chen Fan's face clearly, they were both taken aback.