The Strongest Magic Doctor in City

"Humph! You are ambitious, what can't you do? " Han Shaocheng obviously did not believe his explanation. In his heart, he had already determined that Han Ming was the murderer of Han Soong.    

    

Regarding this disciple, at this moment, he was only filled with disappointment.    

    

He originally thought that although Han Ming's medical talent was not very outstanding, compared to ordinary people, it was still not bad. In particular, Han Ming's attitude was sincere, and he studied earnestly. He quite liked this disciple.    

    

He just did not expect that Han Ming would actually dare to go against the law of the world, even killing his own cousin!    

    

That was a brother who was related by blood!    

    

How could he do that!    

    

Han Shaocheng's heart ached. The way he looked at Han Ming was no longer the admiration and recognition he had in the past. There was only endless disgust and deep hatred!    

    

Han Soong was his most outstanding disciple. Although his temperament was a bit bad, he had long regarded Han Soong as his future successor.    

    

Now that the successor had been killed by his brother, it could be imagined how complicated Han Shaocheng's feelings were.    

    

"I, I really didn't! Master, please believe me!" Han Ming was so anxious that he almost cried. His forehead was covered in sweat. He really wasn't the murderer. Why didn't his master trust him?    

    

" Humph! Even now, he still refused to admit it. He wouldn't shed tears until he saw the coffin! I'll let you talk to the police about this! " Han Shaocheng's expression became even colder. Other than disappointment, there was only disappointment in his heart.    

    

This disciple was simply an inhumane beast!    

    

Han Ming felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His expression froze in that instant. It was over!    

    

He knew he was finished!    

    

Wei Tian and the others looked at him with disgust. Some of them had a look of surprise in their eyes. Now, Han Soong was dead. Without a strong competitor, if Han Ming was still missing... They would have a greater chance of becoming Han Shaocheng's successor!    

    

However, at this moment, Lee Yifann slowly opened his mouth and said, "Doctor Han, I think you are mistaken. He is not the murderer."    

    

Huh?    

    

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly froze. Han Shaocheng was stunned on the spot.    

    

Han Gang was unconvinced and shouted, "Why isn't it him? I saw him arguing with Han Soong and even made a move. He must have held a grudge against Han Soong, that's why he wanted revenge on Han Soong and killed him."    

    

Han Shaocheng also frowned and said," Although it's hard for me to accept that Han Ming killed my brother, the evidence has already pointed to him. Do you believe what he said? "    

    

"No, no, no!" Lee Yifann waved his hand again and again. "I don't believe what he said, but because he is not the murderer at all. It's too unfair to give him the murderer's hat. The evidence you're talking about doesn't count as evidence in my eyes. Who told you that what you saw with your own eyes must be true? Did you forget the cause of Han Soong's death just now? You saw Shao Kun push Han Soong with his own eyes, but the cause of Han Soong's death was not Shao Kun. Eyes can deceive people!"    

    

This explanation caused everyone to be stunned.    

    

"That's right! It doesn't seem to be the truth."    

    

They had to admit that what Lee Yifann said was true. Han Soong wanted to refute, but when he saw that everyone agreed with what Lee Yifann said, he held back his words with a red face.    

    

He felt that if he were to go against ___'s words, he would definitely be regarded as an unusual person.    

    

"Then how can you be sure that what Han Ming said is true?" Han Shaocheng frowned and asked.    

    

Lee Yifann spread his hands and smiled. "It's very simple. I didn't say it just now. The person who killed Han Soong was a TCM doctor and also a warrior. I didn't sense any aura of Vital Qi from him at all. "    

    

"But those old guys from the Yun Family also told me that if a warrior deliberately restrained his aura, he would be no different from an ordinary person. Even a warrior wouldn't be able to sense it." Shen Kang couldn't help but interrupt.    

    

Lee Yifann turned his head and looked over. "That's what they say, but martial artists are different from ordinary people. Because even if they hide their Vital Qi like ordinary people, their movements will be exposed. In my opinion, Han Ming is just an ordinary person. A martial artist will not be like him. Plop! He fell to the ground and hit the ground hard. Martial artists would borrow strength from him. Mobilizing the tissues in his body to reduce the damage caused by external forces. The movement would be slightly different from that of an ordinary person. You won't be able to see it, I can see it!"    

    

Everyone understood what Lee Yifann meant. Lee Yifann judged from a martial artist's point of view. Han Ming was not a martial artist at all.    

    

The one who killed Han Soong was a martial artist. Han Ming was not a martial artist, so he naturally did not have the ability to kill people.    

    

"Then I misunderstood Han Ming?" Han Shaocheng was stunned.    

    

Han Ming quickly nodded like a chick pecking at rice. " Mmm! Master, you know about my family's situation. I've never been in contact with martial arts since I was young. How could I be a martial artist? "    

    

Han Shaocheng remembered that Han Ming's family was an ordinary paid family. It was indeed impossible for them to come into contact with martial arts.    

    

At this moment, Lee Yifann's words made him certain that he had misunderstood someone. "It can't be him. Let's not talk about the reason why he and Han Soong had a conflict. Just based on his clumsy reaction when he spoke just now, he wasn't as smart as he had planned to kill someone. Doctor Han, you flatter him too much. "    

    

Han Ming was originally quite grateful that Lee Yifann helped him wash away the injustice, but when he heard these words, the little gratitude in his heart vanished without a trace.    

    

Was this to clear up for him, or was it to belittle him maliciously?    

    

Looking at what he said, did he look like a brainless idiot?    

    

"It seems like I have misunderstood Han Ming." Han Shaocheng thought for a while and confirmed what Lee Yifann said. He turned to Han Ming and said, "Get up. Master has wronged you. I apologize to you."    

    

Han Ming stood up from the ground and wiped the sweat off his face. He said with mixed feelings, "Thank you, Master!"    

    

"Tell me, why did you quarrel with Han Soong and start a fight?" Han Shaocheng had to at least figure out the reason why the two of them quarreled so that he could be completely at ease.    

    

"This..." Han Ming hesitated for a moment. "Actually, it's because of some personal matters. I offended a few gangsters outside. I want to ask my cousin to help me find a few people to take revenge. My cousin didn't agree. I was very unconvinced and thought that he didn't have brotherly feelings. So they started arguing."    

    

"Is that all?"    

    

"[Yes!] Those gangsters kept pestering me, so I had no choice but to look for my cousin! I know that my cousin knows some people. He has a way to help me deal with them. " When Han Ming said this, his expression was extremely complicated.    

    

When Lee Yifann heard this, he immediately thought of the Bao Zhiming that Han Soong knew. He knew that Bao Zhiming did know some big brothers in the underworld.    

    

Therefore, he was sure that what Han Ming said was true.    

    

"If this is the case, you should tell me. I will get someone to help you settle this!" Han Shaocheng looked at him with a little blame. With his connections as a doctor, with just a phone call, he could make those hooligans get as far away as possible. No matter what happened to his disciple. It was not his turn to be bullied by a few street gangsters.