Cheng Chuan's words instantly made Meng Bailing react and looked at Cheng Chuan in surprise. Cheng Chuan raised his hand and revealed a small porcelain bottle.

"What did you say? Little brother, are you saying it true?"

Huang Shanhe turned around instantly and grabbed Cheng Chuan's shoulders with both hands.

"Mr. Huang, listen to Cheng Chuan, you guys go out quickly."

Meng Boling looked at Huangshanhe and nodded firmly.

He also understood why Cheng Chuan wanted everyone to go out. The fact that the Soul Recovery Pill is too magical and is not convenient for more people to know.

"Wanjun, Yin'er, let's go out and wait."

Huang Shanhe is worthy of being a business giant, and he quickly realized why Meng Boling insisted on bringing Cheng Chuan, a young man, is that there is another secret in this person.

"Please ask Mr. Huang to turn off the surveillance here."

When Huangshanhe was about to go out, Cheng Chuan reminded him, and Huangshanhe nodded solemnly.

After a while, only Cheng Chuan and Meng Bailing were left in the intensive care unit.

"Master, here is the Soul Recovery Pill. You just need to pry open the patient's mouth and push it in."

Cheng Chuan pulled out the bottle stopper of the small porcelain bottle, poured out the golden elixir inside, and showed it to Meng Bailing.

Meng Bailing couldn't help but be amazed. Unexpectedly, this resurrection pill would look like this.

With the first experience, Cheng Chuan was familiar with Huang Jiwei's jaw and stuffed the soul-recovering pill in it.

After a while, Huang Jiwei's blue-gray face began to turn slightly red, and his chest returned to fluctuations.

"Ahem cough cough..."

A fierce coughing made Huang Jiwei wake up from his sleep, and suddenly sat up, and found two strangers in front of him pointing at him, as if discussing something.

"Master, patients will cough like this after waking up, and you were the same at the beginning."

Cheng Chuan said seriously, and Meng Bailing nodded with conscientiousness.

"Hey, who are you, why am I here?" Huang Jiwei, who had just escaped from death, was still confused.

"You lie down, but we asked your family to come in."

Cheng Chuan glanced at him, turned around and carried Meng Bailing's medicine box, followed Meng Bailing to the door of the intensive care unit, and opened the door.

"How is it? Doctor Meng..." As soon as the door was opened, Huang Shanhe and others hurriedly came over.

"You can go in, the noble man has woken up." Meng Bailing nodded and said.

Huang Yin rushed in immediately, and Li Wanjun followed closely behind.

"Brother..."

"William..."

"Mom? Little sister?..."

Three surprise voices came from the intensive care unit. Standing at the door, Huang Shanhe, who was nervous, finally put down the big stone in his heart.

He held Cheng Chuan's hand excitedly and was reluctant to let go for a long time.

"Ding, Cangyun Love Value 50, (160∕1000)"

A moment later, Huang Shanhe brought Meng Bailing and Cheng Chuan to his office in Pengcheng and refused any meetings. He wanted to have a good chat with Meng Bailing and Cheng Chuan.

"Mr. Cheng, I really thank you this time." Huang Shanhe held Cheng Chuan's hand tightly again.

"Mr. Huang, don't be polite. Saving lives and helping the wounded is our duty, and it's not worth mentioning." Cheng Chuan was polite.

"Doctor Meng is indeed a famous teacher who has a great disciple. This is a medical treatment fee. I am a little careful, please accept it with a smile."

Huang Shanhe took out two bank cards and handed them to Meng Bailing and Cheng Chuan.

"Dr. Huang, you will not receive any reward without merit. You can take back my book first."

Meng Bailing pushed the bank card back to Huangshanhe. Huangshanhe knew Meng Bailing's temper and no longer forced him.

He took back the bank card, but it was stuffed into Cheng Chuan's hands. Cheng Chuan was not polite and took it with a smile.

Immediately, Huang Shanhe walked into the safe, took out a key, and handed it to Cheng Chuan.

"Mr. Cheng, this is the bay villa that I just released in Dapeng Bay. This building is relatively quiet. I hope Mr. Cheng is not polite."

Huang Shanhe said politely, he could see that Cheng Chuan was quite mysterious, and he looked like a friend and a disciple of Meng Bailing.

Cheng Chuan took the key, thought for a moment, and whispered a few words in Meng Bailing's ear. Meng Bailing nodded quickly.

Then, Cheng Chuan stood up, walked to Huangshanhe, and said to him, "Mr. Huang, thank you for your Bay Villa. I have a business I want to find you."

"Mr. Cheng, please say." Huang Shanhe said seriously, and a little excitement flashed in his heart. This was a feeling he had never had in the business world for decades.

"I saved the noble son, called the Soul Recover Pill. The patient can be resurrected within ten minutes of losing his vital signs." Cheng Chuan said in a shocking voice, and a trace of splendor flashed in Huang Shanhe's eyes.

"I can still refine this pill, and I can get fifteen pills per month. I wonder if Mr. Huang is interested in selling it on behalf of others? You can set the price." Cheng Chuan expressed his thoughts.

The value of the Soul Recovery Pill needs to be maximized, so it is naturally sold, especially to those who need it the most.

These people are either rich or noble. Through the Soul Recovery Pill, Cheng Chuan can quickly get to know the top connections behind Huangshanhe.

Huang Shanhe can also take this opportunity to increase his prestige again in his circle of contacts.

After all, the soul recovery pill is not something that anyone can buy if they want. Cheng Chuan gave him the right to sell the agent, so that Huang Shanhe could sell his face to the person who is most valuable to him.

"It's so good, Mr. Cheng and Huang are so honored and grateful."

People in Huangshanhe became a savvy, so they naturally quickly figured out Cheng Chuan's intentions and things that were mutually beneficial, so why not do it?

"Hahaha, then I'll have to worry about everything. This is a list of medicinal materials for refining a soul recovery pill. If you want to refine it, please bring your own medicinal materials."

Cheng Chuan handed the list of medicinal materials to Huangshanhe, who locked it into the safe as if it were treasures.

After sitting for a while, Meng Bailing took Cheng Chuan to say goodbye.

Huang Shanhe personally brought them into the car and arranged for the driver to leave Yuehe Building with his Rolls-Royce, and then he reluctantly returned to his office.

As soon as I walked into the door, I found Huang Yin was also in his office.

"Dad, who is that young man today? Did he really save his elder brother?"

Huang Yin asked in confusion. Cheng Chuan looked only twenty-three or four years old. How could he have such a strong medical skill when he was with her?

"Yin'er, you're here just in time. I have three things to leave to you." Huang Shanhe did not answer her question, but took Huang Yin's hand and sat down.

"Dad, you said." Huang Yin replied obediently.

"One, arrange someone to go to No. 88, Bay Villa, clean it up, then match the best furniture and appliances, arrange a group of people to be responsible for cleaning and guarding."

Huang Shanhe explained carefully.

"What? Dad, you sold No. 88? Didn't you say you left it to me?" Huang Yin asked with wide eyes.

"I gave it to Cheng Chuan, the little miracle doctor who saved your elder brother, do you remember what I said?" Huang Shanhe ignored Huang Yin's protest.

"Oh, okay, for the sake of saving his elder brother's life, I'll give it to him. I'll arrange the matter." Huang Yin was so arrogant. Huang Shanhe nodded with relief when he heard this.

"Second, let me organize a list of the most important connections to our Huang family. The first batch is limited to thirteen, so I will give it to me immediately."

Huang Shanhe still planned to leave two soul-recovering pills in his hands in case of emergency.

"This is no problem, I will sort it out for you later." Huang Yin nodded and said.

"Three, you can buy 15 copies of the medicinal materials on this list as soon as possible. As for the year, it can only be high, not low."

Huang Shanhe opened the safe and handed Huang Yin the list of medicinal materials that Cheng Chuan gave him. Huang Yin took it and looked at Huang Shanhe in an unknown way.

"You don't have to worry about anything else, just remember to collect it for me as soon as possible."

Huang Shanhe smiled slightly. The fewer people know about this, the better.

After Huang Yin left his office, he took out the phone and called his butler.

Twenty minutes later, the old housekeeper walked into his office with a document.

"Ten times the annual salary, 50 million yuan, and 80 million yuan, Qin Fang, Beijing City, 80 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million yuan, 50 million

"Selling 700 million to buy the Kyoto Hotel?! Just to fire the university class leader Chen Yu?!!!"

"And also has a soul-retarding thing like the Soul Recovery Pill. It seems that Cheng Chuan is even more mysterious than I thought."

Huang Shanhe, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at the information in his hand and smiled. It seemed that his bet was right.

"It seems that the price of Soul Pill needs to be increased."
Chapter completed!