After drawing 200cc of blood, Ye Xiaofan's face seemed to turn a little paler.
"Have a piece of brown sugar, don't faint."
"Hey, Grandpa, I'm going to check too..."
"I'm there, why go along? Handle things here first."
Ye Aotian said as he, Doctor Song, and Lin Qing'Er prepared to head over to the medical department.
"Mr. Ye..." Shan Feng came forward to greet him.
"Hmm, go about your business, don't need to give me face." It's the way it should be, enforcing the law impartially, can't treat Xiaofan differently just because he's my grandson.
"Uh, Mr. Ye, may I ask about the relationship between this Ye Xiaofan and you..." Zhang Mancheng curiously inquired.
"Hmm? You don't know? Old Fan really did a good job of covering that up. He's my grandson."
Grandson? The grandson of one of the Three Great Heavenly Kings, Ye Aotian? Damn, Zhang Mancheng and the others finally realized just how wrong they were.
