Ye Fan rubbed his head: "There is really a source of poison in Mr. Han's body..."
"Really? It's really a poisonous source. Why can't even the equipment detect it? And why weren't we poisoned?"
Han Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "If you don't learn well at a young age, do you imitate other people's pretense? I'm sorry, you can deceive Sister Song, but you can't deceive me."
Song Hongyan smiled helplessly: "Han Yue, Ye Fan is really not a liar..."
"Sister Song, I won't blame you, because you are also doing your best for my grandfather!"
Han Yue interrupted Song Hongyan: "But I don't feel good about liars, or liars over and over again."
"You are not welcome in our home, please get out!"
Her voice was stern, and she stretched out her hand to push Mark: "Get lost, you liar."
Ye Fan held her hand, turned the stone of life and death, and instantly understood Han Yue's situation.
"Sister Yan, Miss Han looks down on us so much."
Ye Fan let go of Han Yue's hand, then pulled Song Hongyan out and said, "Let's go."
"It's just that before I go out, if I say anything more, Mr. Han's life will not last a month."
"He only has seven days at most, and these seven days are still the time I bought last night to resolve the situation."
"And to live for seven days, he has to keep eating cold and raw food, otherwise something will happen in three days."
For the sake of Song Hongyan's old friend, Ye Fan kindly reminded the Han family.
"Seven days to live?"
Han Yue was startled at first, and then became furious: "You are cursing my grandpa to death, you bastard, you are so vicious."
"Go away, you are pretending to be a ghost, I don't believe what you are capable of."
Ye Fan's reminder was taken by Han Yue as if the truth had been exposed and she became angry.
"Woo——"
At this moment, there was another roar of cars outside, and then a commercial vehicle parked at the door.
The car door opened, and several young figures emerged, carrying instruments and medicine boxes in their hands.
Then, another white-haired old man came out, with an immortal air and a high-spirited momentum.
Ye Fan took a closer look and was slightly surprised.
The white-haired old man is none other than Sun Shengshou, the number one Chinese medicine doctor in Zhonghai.
"Grandpa Sun, you are finally back from the capital."
Han Yue came up with her family and said, "You came in time, otherwise I would have been fooled by the magician."
"Liar, let me tell you, this is Grandpa Sun, Master Sun, a great master of the country. He is a real miracle doctor."
"As for you, you are not even qualified to carry Grandpa Sun's shoes, but you still have the nerve to treat Grandpa?"
"Why don't you get out yet?"
She stared at Ye Fan next to her.
"Brother Ye?"
Sun Sheng followed the sound with his hand. He was startled at first, and then he was overjoyed: "Are you here too?"
He walked directly through Han Yue and the others, came to Mark and held his hand, almost dancing and shouting:
"The one you used last time was really the Nine Palaces Returning Yang Needle."
"You don't know, when I went back and looked through ancient books and compared the photos I took, I was so excited."
He went to the capital in the past few days to find someone to compare carefully, and finally confirmed that it was the Jiugong Huanyang Needle that Ye Fan saved people.
Sun Shengshou decided to win over Ye Fan at all costs.
Ye Fan was very surprised by Sun Shengshou's eyes, but he still smiled and said generously: "It makes Mr. Sun laugh at the tricks of the class."
"You are admitting it. I didn't expect that in this world, there are people who can return the Yang from the Nine Palaces."
Sun Shengshou was as excited as a child:
"God is really wise, brother Ye, can you help me clarify my doubts later..."
"I have a lot of acupuncture questions I want to ask you."
"Please give me more advice, please give me more advice!"
Seeing this scene, Han Yue was instantly dumbfounded.