The best miraculous doctor and son-in-law

"Ye Chen," Zhao Kun was the first to come back to his senses, "Don't get excited yet. Since there are reinforcements over there, just ask slowly."

"Right, right, right," Ho Chi Ping also quickly raised his arm to persuade him, "A guy like this is not worthy of your attack at all."

"My people must have surrounded them and will help them right away, Senior Sister?" He was stunned for a moment because he didn't know Lu Yunmeng's name.

Others nodded in agreement.

I was really scared by Ye Chen's appearance. It was like looking at a demon that came back from hell.

However, Ye Chen shook his head: "No, this guy is not telling the truth, and your people are not at the real location."

"How could that be?" Ho Chi Ping immediately wanted to explain.

But at this moment, his cell phone rang.

After picking up the phone and listening for a while, his face looked particularly ugly.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Kun frowned.

"It's a bait." Ho Chi Ping said for no reason.

Then he rushed over in anger and kicked Krita in the face.

"You son of a bitch, you deliberately led my people over there."

Krita sneered, enduring the severe pain, still staring with dissatisfaction on her face: "Idiot, you only realize it now, it's too late."

"Hahaha, I guess all your people have been blown to death."

"You!" Ho Chi Ping took out a pistol.

"Boss, don't get excited." Lu Dahai hurried over, and several other people from the police station also came forward.

It turned out that Krita had already expected that Zhao Kun would go to find Ho Chi Ping and his gang.

He also knew that he couldn't hide under the police's nose for too long.

So he arranged a group of people to deliberately expose their whereabouts in order to lure Ho Chi Ping's men there.

But that place was not Qin Feixue's real place at all, there was only a pile of explosives.

At this moment, Ho Chi Ping's men were blown to pieces and crawled out from the ruins one by one.

Although no one died, almost all were seriously injured.

Thick smoke drifted everywhere, and the air was filled with the stench of explosives and the acrid smell of burned flesh.

When Ho Chi Ping just got the news, he was furious.

His eyes suddenly turned red and he roared angrily, then he exerted force suddenly, pushing Lu Dahai and the others away.

He put the muzzle of the gun directly on Krita's forehead: "Go to hell!"

"No." Ye Chen suddenly pressed the hammer.

"What are you doing?" Ho Chi Ping yelled, "This guy hurt so many of my brothers. If I don't kill him, it will be unjust."

"It's not time yet," Ye Chen pressed down the gun in his hand and suddenly sneered, "If you kill him directly, it will only free him."

"Let me do it. I'll let him know what it means to live a life worse than death."

He Zhiping gasped and finally put down the gun.

Because as the chief of the police station, he deeply understood that rescuing Qin Feixue was the top priority at the moment.

"Hahaha," Krita suddenly laughed, looking like a dead pig afraid of boiling water, "Doctor Ye, you are so arrogant."

"Come on if you have the guts. I want to see how you can make me live a life worse than death."

"Don't be impatient." Ye Chen suddenly became very calm and silently pinched out a few silver needles, but suddenly stopped and shook his head. "No, using this is still too cheap for you."

As he said this, he put away the silver needle, held the dagger in reverse, and suddenly stabbed it down.

Hey!

Creta howled in pain and twisted her body hard, like a poisonous snake nailed to the ground.

In fact, this was indeed the case. Ye Chen's knife pierced through his shoulder blade and penetrated into the tile.

At this moment, the more Krita struggled, the deeper the blade cut, and naturally the more painful it would be.

"You're still not telling me?" Ye Chen stood up straight.

"Kill me if you dare." Krita's head was shaking, but she still held her neck straight.

The next second, Ye Chen suddenly kicked the hilt of the knife.

With a click, the blade directly cut off Krita's collarbone.

The bones were broken and the bone marrow was oozing out. The horrible pain from inside out made Krita faint instantly.

Ye Chen suddenly made a move and tapped his Danzhong point with one finger.

Inhale—Krita suddenly woke up, followed by an overwhelming pain.

"I said," Ye Chen looked down at him expressionlessly, "don't worry."

"You have 206 bones in your body, and 126 of them are in your limbs."

"I will break them all one by one. If you still don't say anything, then we will continue."

"Don't worry, my medical skills are really good," Ye Chen's expression was like a devil, "I will let you clearly experience the pleasure of every bone marrow flowing out."

His words were indeed somewhat scary, and Ho Chi Ping subconsciously distanced himself from him.

Krita's eyes were dull, and although she was a little dazed by fear, she still gritted her teeth and shook her head.

“Okay,” Ye Chen said without hesitation, and suddenly pulled back the blade, and then stabbed it into Krita’s heel.

It sounded like a rubber band breaking.

Crisp with a hint of stickiness.

His two leg tendons were instantly severed, and at the wound, one could even see two large tendons slowly retracting.

Although Zhao Kun and his group studied medicine and took anatomy classes.

But seeing this real scene, he was still frightened and turned his head to the side, not daring to look at it.

"Ah! You bastard, you're not going to break my bones, are you? You actually..."

"Haha," Ye Chen suddenly laughed morbidly, "This is exciting, isn't it?"

"Why don't you continue to guess where I will cut you next." He raised the knife again.

Krita was really scared this time and begged for mercy: "No, no, no, no, I'll tell you."

"But you have to promise to spare my life...Ah!!" Before he could finish his words, he was stabbed again.

Ye Chen pressed his whole body on him, twisting the handle of the knife with his right hand, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

He was almost face to face with Krita, his eyes wide open, and he shouted angrily: "Speak now!"

"It's in Yunshan," Krita answered with her eyes closed, almost roaring, "There is an ancient temple halfway up Yunshan!"

Ye Chen suddenly stood up, picked him up, turned around and left.

Only when they saw his figure disappear in the corridor did they come to their senses.

"What should we do now?" Zhao Kun grinned and looked at He Zhiping in confusion.

The latter put one hand on his waist and touched his hair vigorously with the other hand: "That guy is an important witness. We can't let him die. Bring a few doctors and follow him quickly."

Zhao Kun nodded, and immediately called a few people to run out quickly.

In less than half an hour, Ye Chen had arrived outside the ancient temple.

Krita was half lying on the passenger seat, her whole body pale.

But Ye Chen had already used a silver needle to stop his bleeding, so he wouldn't die for a while.

His eyes were hazy and he begged for mercy breathlessly: "I'm telling the truth, don't kill me, don't..."

Ye Chen ignored him because he clearly heard the sound of fighting coming from inside.

When I stepped into the mountain gate, I saw that the yard was full of people, who were swarming around the door of the main hall.

Lu Yunmeng was surrounded by them. On one hand, she was protecting Qin Feixue behind her, and on the other hand, she kept avoiding the people rushing towards her.