Zhao Anran felt his eyes darken and a strong feeling of suffocation came from his heart.
Immediately, his body fell backwards, his eyes rolled, and his body began to tremble violently.
"Mr. Zhao!"
This scene directly scared Li Qubing out of his wits!
If Zhao Anran died because of problems with his treatment methods, then he, Li Qubing, would have to be buried with Zhao Anran, let alone being unable to survive in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.
The old face trembled with fright. In panic, he hurriedly pressed Zhao Anran's pulse.
The pulse is soft and feeble, and seems to be absent.
"It's over, it's over!"
He was helpless, and in a panic he took out a small ceramic bottle from his arms, poured out a few light yellow pills, and prepared to give it to Zhao Anran.
"I told you, he doesn't have a heart disease. If you want him to die quickly, just keep giving him medicine."
Lin Pingfan's indifferent words sounded quietly.
Li Qubing's trembling hand suddenly trembled, and a few pills fell to the ground.
Lin Pingfan turned his wheelchair and when passing by the table and cabinet, he took a set of silver needles in his hand.
When he came to the hospital bed, he spread out the silver needle and gently held it in his hand. At the same time, he opened the clothes on Zhao Anran's chest and prepared to administer the needle.
"Boy! You are looking for death!"
"You, a cripple with no hair on his head, dare to indiscriminately acupuncture Mr. Zhao!"
"If something goes wrong with Mr. Zhao, can you take responsibility?!"
When Li Qubing saw Lin Pingfan preparing to give an acupuncture, anger appeared on his panicked face!
Lin Pingfan glanced at Li Qubing coldly: "Do you think you can save him?"
A very ordinary sentence, but Li Qubing's eyes froze and his whole body became stiff!
yes!
Zhao Anran's pulse was already weak and showed signs of dying at any time.
Even if he had the power to recover, he still couldn't save Zhao Anran...
Li Qubing was completely sluggish, his old face seemed even more haggard at this moment, and his eyes were full of despair.
"Mr. Zhao...is not coming back anymore."
"Boy, let's go."
"If you give Mr. Zhao another acupuncture at this time, you will not be able to escape responsibility."
Finally, Li Qubing sighed and gave up completely, his eyes filled with sadness.
However, his words made Lin Pingfan feel a little moved.
This old man is quite kind at critical moments.
Lin Pingfan did not respond to Li Qubing's words, but pinched the needle with his right hand, like lightning.
With a 'swish' sound, the silver needle was inserted directly into the Taiyi point on Zhao Anran's chest.
As the needle fell, a stream of black blood suddenly slowly overflowed from around the needle tip.
Even the silver needle has turned a little black.
Immediately afterwards, the second silver needle came out and penetrated the Tanzhong point accurately.
The hand rises and falls, and then the third one, the fourth one, the fifth one...
Until the thirteenth silver needle pierced the Shenfeng point!
Thirteen silver needles loomed on Zhao Anran's chest, forming a strange shape that was surprising.
Every time a silver needle is inserted into an acupuncture point, a column of black blood will overflow around the needle tip, making Xun's silver needle a little black.
Zhao Anran, whose face was covered with a layer of black mist, spurted out another mouthful of black blood at the moment when the last silver needle penetrated.
Lin Pingfan seemed to have expected it and caught it with a towel in advance.
"This...this is actually..."
"The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!"
"It turned out to be the legendary Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate with the flesh and bones of the living dead!"
"How is this possible? Haven't the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate been lost?"
Li Qubing on the side was shocked, his body stiffened, staring at the silver needle on Zhao Anran's chest in disbelief!
He was completely stunned!
I couldn't believe what I saw.
At this moment, Zhao Anran's rolling eyes quietly returned to normal, and he was breathing in the air greedily.
His eyes were a little dull, as if he had escaped from hell.
The ward fell into a brief silence. After Zhao Anran's breathing completely calmed down, he looked at Lin Pingfan with shock.
"Young man, just... thank you!"
Lin Pingfan did not express his position, but said calmly: "I was entrusted by Guo Heixiong to come to treat you. The root cause of your disease has been eliminated now. Let this old gentleman help you with your treatment in the future."
"However, according to the previous agreement, can I take away the head of Hongxinghui?"
"Okay, okay, I will ask my subordinates to send Liang Huhu back to Hongxinghui intact!" Zhao Anran nodded repeatedly.
Zhao Anran had a bad heart originally, but the cause of the disease was never found.
And this time's treatment seemed to have cured the previous illness. How could he not thank Lin Pingfan?
When he reaches his status, money is no longer important to him. What is important is a good body and a good body that can enjoy life.
"Um."
Lin Pingfan nodded, and immediately turned the wheelchair, signaling Guo Meng and Lin Pingfan to push him away.
Guo Meng's eyes were full of gratitude at this moment, with tears already in his eyes: "Master... thank you!"
Lin Pingfan didn't reply, just nodded lightly and was about to leave the ward, but before leaving the ward, he suddenly stopped.
He left a message for Zhao Anran: "The root of your illness is not a heart problem, but someone is poisoning you."
"As for who poisoned you, check the people around you."
With these words, Lin Pingfan left.
…
After walking out of the hospital, Lin Pingfan was carried to the car by Guo Meng.
"Sir, you said Zhao Anran was poisoned by someone around him!?" Guo Meng asked in surprise.
Lin Pingfan nodded: "The blood he coughed up was black, diluted and had a fishy smell, without the smell of blood. This is a sign of poisoning. However, this is a chronic poison. It will not attack immediately, but will accumulate over time, causing the internal organs to
withered."
"It stands to reason that this toxicity will take a few years to develop. This time, the amount of poison is obviously increased, so he made an appointment with you Hong Xinghui. It is very likely that someone tampered with it, just to make you
Kill each other."
"Think about it carefully, if something happens to either of you, who will take advantage?"
Listening to Lin Pingfan's words, Guo Meng's pupils shrank instantly and his expression became stern: "Thank you, Master!"
Lin Pingfan waved his hand: "The Young Master's order has been returned. It's not a big deal to treat Zhao Anran. What I just said is just for you."
"As for the price of Gongzi Ling, we will talk about it later."
After saying that, without giving Guo Meng a chance to speak again, he turned his head to the window and looked at the scenery outside.
At this moment, Lin Pingfan's cell phone rang.
Ye Yaxin called.
Lin Pingfan raised his eyebrows slightly and answered the phone.
"Lin Pingfan! You are such a loser, you dare to touch even Mr. Liu. Do you not want to live anymore!?"
"Do you know what your bravery will cause the Ye family to endure!?"
"Go back to Ye's house now and sign the divorce agreement!"
"The Ye family will have nothing to do with you from now on!"