Jin Zhiyuan looked at Ye Fan one more time after hearing this.
Since she was born, the only person who has been praised repeatedly by her grandfather is Ye Fan.
Even Park Young-ryong, my grandfather's successful and talented registered disciple, did not receive such evaluation.
She couldn't help but feel that she was right in not fighting Ye Fan to the end.
Ye Fan looked at Quan Xiangguo and smiled: "Thank you, old gentleman, for the compliment."
"You are very powerful. Within ten years, you will definitely be able to stand at the top of the world's pyramid, but you still can't cure my disease."
There was a hint of loneliness in Quan Xiangguo's eyes, but his tone remained calm: "In addition to nearly a hundred doctors who are helpless about me, I am also helpless myself."
"I'm half a doctor, and I tried my best to save myself, but it didn't work at all."
He sighed softly: "So young man, don't waste your time on me..." Ye Fan smiled: "I've come here and collected the consultation fee. It's not good if I don't do anything."
While speaking, Ye Fan grabbed Quan Xiangguo's hand and felt his pulse.
As soon as he made contact, Ye Fan felt as if he had touched a piece of ice.
He couldn't feel it at all, it was a living person's wrist, let alone touch the pulse.
It's really too icy, too cold.
Ye Fan's expression became solemn and he turned to using the stone of life and death to diagnose his condition.
"You little doctor is quite interesting."
Quan Xiangguo laughed loudly: "It's a pity that my health is not good, otherwise I would have to get drunk with you."
Seeing that Ye Fan was taking the pulse seriously, he did not resist anymore and allowed Ye Fan to diagnose, so that he could give up his intention to treat her.
Jin Zhiyuan whispered: "Grandpa, you will be fine..." "Zhiyuan, I know you are good for me, but grandpa knows that his condition is really hopeless."
Quan Xiangguo turned his eyes to Jin Zhiyuan, with a kind expression on his face: "I estimate that I only have three months to live."
"Don't waste your energy and money on me anymore."
"You should think carefully about your future. Although your grandfather and others love you very much, wealthy families have always been cruel and ruthless."
"Not only are your brothers and sisters eyeing your wealth, but outside forces are also eager to get my martial arts secrets through you."
"Now that I am alive, the title of Master Yi Jian can still suppress them."
"Once I die, they will definitely attack you in groups."
"So you have to plan your future carefully, and you must promise me that no matter what happens, you will not go back to the South."
"You will be the president of your chamber of commerce in Hong Kong City."
"This is always the land of China, and with your special status, those people don't dare to mess around."
"Don't go back. If you go back, not only will you not be able to get out, but you may also lose your life."
He warned: "Promise grandpa never to go back."
"Okay, grandpa, I promise you that I will never return to the South Country no matter what."
Jin Zhiyuan pursed her red lips and nodded sharply: "I will always stay in Hong Kong City."
"If you agree, I can rest in peace."
Quan Xiangguo smiled happily: "But it's still a bit regretful that you have never learned my swordplay skills."
"Don't worry, there will be many opportunities to learn in the future."
At this moment, Ye Fan loosened his fingers, looked at Quan Xiangguo and smiled: "The old gentleman can't die."
The air became silent.
Both Jin Zhiyuan and Quan Xiangguo were stunned and looked at Ye Fan in disbelief.
Jin Zhiyuan's voice trembled and she asked: "Dr. Ye, what did you say?"
"I said your grandpa can't die."
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "I can live for another ten or eight years."
Jin Zhiyuan's eyelids twitched: "What disease does my grandfather have?"
Quan Xiangguo also looked at Ye Fan sharply.
Ye Fan was shocked: "I'm poisoned."
"Poisoned?
Really?"
Jin Zhiyuan exclaimed with disbelief on her pretty face: "Doctors in the past always looked at neuropathy and thought it was a special kind of ALS."
"Or it could be complications caused by internal injuries, but no one has ever said that grandpa was poisoned!"
Jin Zhiyuan frowned slightly and said, "Grandpa did not find that he was poisoned during his self-examination."
Ye Fan didn't say anything more, but took out a long and narrow silver needle and grilled it on the charcoal fire for a minute.
After the silver needle became hot and red, Ye Fan lifted up Quan Xiangguo's trouser leg, revealing his skinny left foot.
"Zi——" Before Jin Zhiyuan could react, Ye Fan pierced the red-hot silver needle into Quan Xiangguo's knee.
Jin Zhiyuan subconsciously exclaimed: "Dr. Ye, what are you doing..." She wanted to stop, but Quan Xiangguo shook his head to stop him: "Zhiyuan, don't move, listen to Dr. Ye."
He added: "Besides, I have lost all feeling in my legs for a long time, so there is no pain when this silver needle is applied."
Hearing her grandfather's words, Jin Zhiyuan could only hold back her temper, but her eyes were still staring at Ye Fan sharply.
Ye Fan almost completely buried the silver needle into Quan Xiangguo's knee. After waiting for fifteen minutes, he pinched the silver needle out again.
"Changed?"
What shocked Jin Zhiyuan was that the red silver needle not only lost its fiery red color, but also turned into an icy blue.
"What is this?"
Kim Ji-won asked nervously: "Is this toxin?"
Quan Xiangguo did not speak, but his eyes were thoughtful.
"This is a cold poison."
Ye Fan threw the silver needle into the stove, and there was a bang. The silver needle made a crisp sound, and then gradually cracked and melted.
And in the middle of the stove, there was a touch of icy blue gas, with a hint of sweet smell.
It took a while for the gas to be swallowed up by the flames.
"This is a cold poison."
"Once the target is attacked, it can gradually eat away at the body's yang energy, block the eight extraordinary meridians, and cause the body's qi and blood to be unable to flow."
Ye Fan took the alcohol to disinfect his hands: "In the end, the whole person will accumulate more and more cold air, until the whole body loses its vitality and is frozen."
"If an ordinary person were exposed to this toxin, they would die within three months at most."
"The old gentleman has been able to hold on until now, in addition to the support of these charcoal fires and medicinal materials, he also has his own strength."
He looked at Quan Xiangguo and said, "But it can only last three months."
"ah?
Cold poison?
What kind of poison is this?”
Jin Zhiyuan looked surprised: "Who poisoned grandpa?"
"This..." Ye Fan pondered for a moment.
It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's just that this kind of poison is mostly used in food and drinking water, so the people who can be poisoned by Quan Xiangguo are probably relatives.
He looked at Quan Xiangguo and smiled: "The old man should know this poison and the person who poisoned it..." "Well -" Before Ye Fan could finish speaking, Quan Xiangguo snorted, his face
There was an unspeakable pain.
Then, his whole body trembled uncontrollably, and a thin layer of white frost appeared on his eyebrows.
"not good!"
Ye Fan shouted: "The cold poison attacks the heart!"
The yang energy in Quan Xiangguo's body was already on the verge of running out of oil, and now it is estimated that the thought of the person who poisoned him makes him feel more sad than his heart.
Jin Zhiyuan exclaimed: "Grandpa!"
"Don't touch him, I'll do it!"
Ye Fan stretched out his hand to block Jin Zhiyuan, then took out a handful of silver needles and swished it out.
He was very fast and sealed the important position on Quan Xiangguo's chest.
Then he used the "Four Symbols to Detoxify" acupuncture method to avoid the cold air in Prime Minister Quan's heart.
After a while, as the red line appeared in Quan Xiangguo's heart, the chills all over Quan Xiangguo's body gradually subsided.
A long-lost warmth steamed up from his chest and spread straight to his head and limbs.
His originally pale lips also turned red again.
Quan Xiangguo felt the changes in his body. After a moment, he looked at Mark in disbelief: "I can feel my left leg..."
