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Ma Yufei was stunned and quickly said in horror: "No, no, no! Uncle Han, I didn't mean that! I, I deserve to die! I deserve to die!"

As he spoke, he banged his head so hard that the floor shook slightly!

Ma Youcai smiled apologetically, "Young Master Han, the evildoer is indeed wrong, but he really doesn't know your identity. Don't worry, I will discipline him well in the future and nothing like this will ever happen again!"

"Do you still want a future?" Han Long's eyes were like daggers.

Ma Youcai's heart shrank and he said in a trembling voice: "Young Master Han... I only have such a son..."

Han Long said calmly: "Okay, he can survive."

In Han Long's eyes, these people are all ants!It's not worth his anger!

"But," Han Long said immediately, "Don't let me see him again. If I see him again, he will definitely die. Ma Youcai, do you understand?"

Ma Youcai nodded like he was pounding garlic, "I understand! Thank you, Master Han! Thank you, Master Han!"

"Okay, Yoona, let's go. It's a mess here and it's not suitable for eating." Han Long put his arm around Lin Yuner's waist and stood up.

Lin Yoona was in a daze, as if she was in a dream.

She was ready to live and die with Han Long, but all these big bosses knelt down before Han Long!

Han Long's identity... is unpredictable!

Lin Yuner felt happy and sad at the same time.

Happily, she and Han Long were safe and no one dared to touch them.

Sadly, Han Long is like the stars in the sky. You can see them, but you can never reach them, let alone own them.

"Master Han, my junior sister Xiaotong has been talking about you. When are you going to visit our Guan Family Martial Arts School?" Du Gang asked cautiously.

"Let's talk about it," Han Long said calmly, "I'm not interested today."

"Okay, okay! Master Han, please go slowly! Miss Lin, please go slowly!" Du Gang bowed.

"Master Han, walk slowly! Miss Lin, walk slowly!" The martial arts apprentices all bowed in unison.

Lin Yoona had never received such courtesy before and was a little at a loss for a moment.

Han Long held her waist, walked through the crowd indifferently, and walked out of the private room.

Ma Youcai breathed a long sigh of relief.

Ma Yufei said in a trembling voice: "Dad, please call me an ambulance. I think my blood is running out."

Ma Youcai frowned and said, "Son, don't go to the hospital, so as not to run into Mr. Han."

"Dad? That's not the case, is it?"

Ma Youcai shouted: "Why not? Master Han said that he never wants to see you again in the future, so you must hide in a place where he will never go!"

"Early tomorrow morning, I will arrange for you to go to the African savannah!"

"I remember there was a place called Waheda, which was the most primitive tribe!"

"It is said that in that kind of place, people are so poor that they don't even have enough to eat!"

"You will never meet Mr. Han when you get to that place."

"Dad..." Ma Yufei burst into tears.

...

After Han Long took Lin Yuner out of the room, he removed his hand from Lin Yuner's waist.

Lin Yuner felt a little disappointed.

As soon as they walked onto the street of Hell's Kitchen, they heard a female voice:

"Mr. Han? Is it really you?!"

Hearing the sound, Han Long turned back calmly.

A blonde woman trotted over with excitement on her face.

She was wearing a low-cut tight skirt, and her white crests rose and fell as she ran.

Lin Yuner couldn't help but look down at herself and sighed silently.

I have to say that foreign girls really have innate advantages in some aspects.

"Mr. Han, it's really you!"

"Do you remember me? I'm Christine, we met at City Hall!"

Christine said excitedly.

Han Long looked indifferent and said, "Oh, it's you."

Christine smiled and said: "I sent you a lot of text messages. I wanted to treat you to dinner, but you didn't reply to me. I think you probably didn't receive it?"

"No, I saw it." Han Long said coldly: "It's just that I don't want to reply."

"..." Christine suddenly felt embarrassed.

"...Anyway, we are really destined to meet you here! Is this your girlfriend?"

Christine nodded friendly to Lin Yoona.

Lin Yuner felt panicked, and quickly waved her hands and said, "No, no, I'm not. Mr. Han... is my eldest brother."

She felt that she was not worthy of Han Long.

So, being able to be Han Long's girl is an extremely happy thing.

Christine smiled and said: "Oh, I'm so sorry. Mr. Han, have you eaten yet? Do you want to eat together?"

Just as Han Long was about to refuse, a man with brown hair and a horse face came over.

"Christine, my Lamborghini has been parked, who is this?"

The horse-faced man glanced at Han Long, his eyes full of hostility.

Kristen introduced with a smile: "Doctor Strange, this is the master of Chinese medicine I mentioned to you! Mr. Han Long!"

Strange?

Han Long's eyebrows moved slightly.

He had no interest in chatting with Christine at first, but when he heard the last name "Strange", he took a few more glances at the horse-faced male doctor.

Christine introduced: "Mr. Han, this is our doctor of neurosurgery at New York Hospital and the chief doctor of our hospital, Stephen Strange."

really.

Stephen Strange.

Doctor Strange from the future!

Han Long's eyes fell on Stephen's hand.

Those hands are exquisite and slender, and are extremely well maintained.

But it won't be long before Stephen Strange is involved in a serious car accident that destroys his hands and leaves him unable to hold a scalpel again.

However, Stephen will also go to the Himalayas to study, become the apprentice of the ancient wizard, and eventually become Doctor Strange.

Han Long completely saw through Stephen's future destiny.

This kind of feeling that lasts for thousands of years is like a high-altitude god looking down at the people on the earth.

Han Long's face was expressionless, but his strong aura made Stephen feel uncomfortable.

"Master of Chinese medicine? Haha, can Chinese medicine be considered medicine? It's just a quackery." Stephen smiled scornfully.

Kristine said quickly: "Stephen, don't say that! I have personally seen Mr. Han use golden needles to save people."

Stephen said proudly: "I am a Ph.D. from Harvard Medical School. What about you, Mr. Han? Which university did you graduate from? Stanford? Johns Hopkins?"

Han Long said indifferently: "I have never been to medical school."

Stephen sneered, "You dare to say that you can cure diseases and save people without going to medical school?"

Han Long said seriously: "Yes, when your hand becomes disabled, I can help you heal it."

Stephen was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "What did you say!"

As a neurosurgeon, your hands are the most important thing.

Once the hand is injured, it is absolutely impossible to hold a scalpel again.

Stephen felt that Han Long was insulting him!