Seeing everyone appear, Tang Pingfan slowly opened his eyes and squeezed out a smile: "I'm sorry, too."
"Mr. Tang, there is not much time left. I'm in a hurry to return to the Blood Medical School tonight. If possible, I hope to treat it now."
Abe Ichiro bowed slightly to Tang Pingfan: "A flower in my laboratory is about to bloom at 11 o'clock, I need to rush back and record some data."
Before Tang Pingfan could speak, Tang Shi'er smiled: "Mr. Abe, do you have to resolve your confidence in my elder brother's toxins?"
Secretary Jiang and others also looked at Abe Ichiro with great expectations.
They urgently need Tang Pingfan's improvement to calm people's hearts.
"I have been looking at the data for several days, as well as Mr. Tang's blood samples, and I believe my golden potion can be resolved."
There was no turbulence on Abe Ichiro's face. He opened the medicine box and took out a box. The box opened, and two glass tubes were syringes lying inside.
Inside the syringe is sealed with golden liquid, like gold.
"I just developed a golden potion. It contains decades of hard work and mixed with the serum of the three Chinese Nihua people."
"You should know who the three of you are. Let's not mention the grudges. They accidentally got the blood corpse and flower poison, but then they woke up magically."
"What does this mean? It means that they have antibodies in their bodies and have enough antibodies to fight against blood corpse toxins."
"I spent countless manpower and material resources to get their serum. After day and night research and demonstration, I finally prepared a golden potion that combines Chinese and Western medicine."
"One branch, worth no less than one billion."
"It can even take effect of the blood corpse flower toxin, and the toxins on the Tang Sect Master are even more difficult."
Abe Ichiro looked very arrogant: "At least it will prevent him from failing organs."
Ye Fan was slightly surprised when he heard this. This old guy is too skillful. Can even study the serum of Nihua and others?
But this old man was still as arrogant as Yamamoto and the others. He didn't believe that he had dissolved the blood corpse flower toxin, but believed that Nihua and the others naturally had antibodies.
This made Ye Fan question the effect of the golden potion.
"Of course, if you don't believe me, I don't mind going back now."
At this moment, Abe Ichiro spoke indifferently: "After all, treating Mr. Tang is a risk."
His face was not very good-looking, as if more than a dozen blood doctors died today, which made him feel full of anger.
"No, no, it's not that we don't believe in Mr. Abe. You are the one invited by His Majesty the Prince. Of course, we absolutely trust you."
Tang Shier laughed: "I'm just a little dazed and a little excited."
Abe Ichiro said indifferently: "I don't have much time."
Tang Shier waved his hand: "Okay, I'll arrange someone to test the medicine immediately..."
Abe Ichiro's tone became stronger: "I have no time."
Tang Pingfan glanced at Ye Fan, and then ordered very decisively: "Let Mr. Abe treat him..."
"clear!"
Tang Shier originally wanted to test Abe Ichiro's needle water, but when he heard Tang Pingfan say this, he had to let go of his thoughts.
He respectfully turned his hand to Abe Ichiro: "Mr. Abe, please!"
Abe Ichiro didn't say nonsense either. He first asked someone to bring a box of silver needles and acupuncture on Tang Pingfan, so that his body functions could withstand the impact of the potion.
He took the needle very quickly and his skillful technique made Ye Fan and several doctors of the Tang Sect nod secretly. He is worthy of being the saint of Yang Guo, and his Chinese and Western medicine skills are perfect.
After the acupuncture was completed, Abe Ichiro took out a golden potion.
Then, he twisted the front end of the seal and changed the needle to prepare to inject Tang Pingfan.
Abe Ichiro was about to move down at Tang Pingfan.
Ye Fan suddenly captured the reflection in the mirror, and a ferocious look flew across Zheng Qiankun's face.
He instinctively shouted: "Stop!"
"Ba"
Not only was everyone shocked by Ye Fan's yell, but Abe Ichiro also shook his wrist.
The golden potion hit the ground with a bang, and it shattered, and the ground was golden and the room was filled with fragrance.
Tang Shier and other Tang family members all looked at Ye Fan.
Zheng Qiankun and Abe Ichiro also stared at Ye Fan.
Tang Pingfan narrowed his eyes slightly: "Mr. Ye, I wonder what your stop means?"
"Nothing interesting."
Ye Fan smiled bitterly: "I just think that there is no need to waste one billion gold potion for Mr. Tang's little toxin."
"I'm 90% sure I can help Mr. Tang resolve it."
"I just didn't expect Mr. Abe to shake his hands and drop the syringe, but he still ruined the money."
"I am kind to do something bad, apologize to you, and I will compensate Mr. Abe for his losses."
He also wanted to find a trace of defect from the broken golden potion, but after sniffing it, he found nothing unusual.
He also found that this potion was indeed good for Tang Pingfan's body, at least it could slow down the failure of the internal organs.
Ye Fan could not tell that something was wrong with his intuition, so he could only find an excuse to make excuses.
"Ignorance boy! Ignorance boy!"
Abe Ichiro stared at Ye Fan with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to strangle him to death.
Zheng Qiankun also held Ye Fan with a gloomy face and signaled him not to talk too much to avoid Tang Pingfan being furious.
"Mr. Ye, I know that you have excellent medical skills, but you have specialized in your profession. I am more willing to believe in the achievements of Mr. Abe."
Tang Pingfan took his eyes back from Ye Fan, and then smiled at Abe Ichiro and said:
"Mr. Abe, I'm sorry, young man, ignorant, has caused you trouble."
"This golden potion is still on my head."
"I have absolute trust in you and the prince."
He smiled kindly: "Now please inject me another golden potion!"
Tang Shi'er smiled and agreed: "Yes, yes, fortunately there is one."
Abe Ichiro didn't say anything else, then opened the second golden potion and injected it into Tang Pingfan with ease.
But during the whole process, he didn't say a word, his face was gloomy, and he seemed to feel very unhappy and angry.
After taking the golden potion, most of Tang Pingfan's pain was instantly resolved, and his haggardness and aging gradually dissipated, and a hint of rosy cheeks became more.
The deep-sleeping eyes have regained their former sharpness.
Glowing.
Tang Shier and the others exclaimed in surprise.
Ye Fan also narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that the golden potion was really effective. It is worthy of Abe Ichiro's research for more than 30 years.
Tang Shier hurriedly called the doctor of Tangmen to check.
After an instrumental test, it was found that Tang Pingfan's health was 80% better, and the toxins disappeared, but his body was still a little weak.
This shot brought Tang Pingfan back from the Gate of Ghost.
"Hahaha, the golden potion is amazing."
After a while, Tang Pingfan had the strength, sat up from the bed, and smiled at Abe Ichiro and said:
"Mr. Abe, you are indeed the saint of Yang Guo. After this injection of potion, I feel that my whole body has recovered its strength and vitality."
"Death has become far away."
"I must thank you very much, thank you Prince Jinggong."
"Secretary Jiang, I'll give Mr. Abe three billion. This is not a medical fee, but I'm a little bit about the laboratory."
Tang Ping was rich and generous.
"Thank you, Master Tang!"
Abe Ichiro nodded indifferently, then turned around and went out with his two apprentices.
Before disappearing, he glanced at Ye Fan with a hint of coldness.
Secretary Jiang hurriedly followed them and sent them a ride.
Ye Fan took another step forward, wiped the needle's mouth with his fingers, and the liquid remaining from the second golden potion.
He sniffed again and found that the ingredients inside almost coincided with the first one, but there seemed to be a different medicine...