"Interesting, what if I insist on killing him today? Will you shoot here?" Gu Baiyi looked at Song Qingzhou and said.

Hurry!

The muzzles of more than a dozen black holes pointed at him at the same time.

Song Qingzhou had a blue face, his eyes were covered with blood, and he said in a deep voice: "You might as well give it a try."

Gu Baiyi is naturally not afraid of the more than ten guns.

However, he knew that Song Qingzhou was an official person. Although the Wushu Association has some official background, it is not a formal official organization, so they still cannot have conflicts with the official on the surface.

Those who hold sticks and machetes are obviously from the underground.

It has to be said that Xiao Shun is indeed capable of helping him to be able to let two groups of people from underground and from the official team come out to protect him.

Well, let you go for the time being today and take my palm head-on. Even if you don’t die on the spot, you won’t be able to live long.

Gu Baiyi thought to himself.

"Let's go."

Several senior executives of the Wushu Association breathed a sigh of relief. Although Yang Zinuo was unwilling to accept it, since Gu Baiyi had spoken, she had to obey her orders. She looked at Xiao Shun and Song Ling'er with a sinister look, snorted, and followed Gu Baiyi to leave the scene.

Perhaps the tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and Xiao Shun and Song Ling'er were both unconscious at this time.

Song Qingzhou quickly stepped forward and picked up Song Ling'er, not caring about other people's eyes, shouting in tears: "Ling'er, wake up, dad is here to save you."

"Send to the hospital quickly." Someone reminded me, and Song Qingzhou woke up and hurriedly carried Song Ling'er outside.

Duan Jia carried Xiao Shun on his back and followed Song Qingzhou to walk outside.

Zizhuyuan.

After dinner, Wang Ye took a nap in the yard for a while. Just as he was about to rest, Cao Yuande walked over with a heavy expression.

"Master, Xiao Shun is injured."

"Oh? Is it serious?" Wang Ye asked with a deep brow.

"The news just passed back is very serious. I am still being rescued in the city hospital." Cao Yuande frowned and replied.

"How could this happen..." Wang also said in surprise.

"Prepare your car now and go to the hospital."

Cao Yuande responded and trotted out to prepare the car.

Wang Ye hurried back to the house and changed into a dress.

Soon, in the past six months, he stepped out of the gate of Zizhuyuan for the first time, got into a black Mercedes-Benz business car, and took advantage of the night to head towards the hospital.

the next day.

Beijing Second Hospital.

Qin Guangyuan just returned to the capital after the seminar from Jiangnan yesterday. That night, he received a call for help from Dean Wan Jitong, saying that there was a difficult and complicated disease in the hospital. Please ask him to help him take a look.

He and Wan Jitong often participated in official activities together, and were familiar with each other, so he agreed immediately and rushed over early this morning.

Following him was also his assistant, an apprentice, a young man in his thirties, named Wei Yang.

"Old Qin, long time no see you, you still look so good."

In the dean's office, Wan Jitong quickly got up and said hello when he saw Qin Guangyuan.

"Director Wan and I should stop being polite, take me to see the patient."

Compared to Wang, Qin Guangyuan gives people a feeling that he is much more friendly and not good at dealing with, so he naturally has more friends.

"Okay, let's go to the intensive care unit on the fifth floor. It's great that you can come."

Wan Jitong took him out of the office and walked to the fifth floor. While walking, he introduced him to the patient's general situation.

"Can't the cause be found?" Qin Guangyuan said in surprise.

"If you can't find out the cause of the disease, it's strange."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered the villagers who had been poisoned by the poison in Jianghai. The cause of the disease was not found at that time. He thought, could it be that it was the same cause of the poison, right?

He just thought so when he didn't see the patient.

"That's right? Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to invite you here in such a hurry. I know that you just came back from another place and had not had time to rest well. It was just that the patient's condition was too strange, and it was just not working. It was too urgent." Wan Jitong flattered.

"You, don't put a high hat on me. I may not be able to treat any of you. "Qin Guangyuan said with a smile.

"If we do our best, it's impossible, and there is nothing we can do." Wan Jitong sighed.

"My granddaughter hasn't caused you trouble recently, right?" Qin Guangyuan asked.

"Where are you talking about? Dr. Qin Zhiyu is now the pillar of the Chinese medicine department in the hospital. How could he cause trouble for me? And she is a flower in our hospital." Wan Jitong said with a smile.

While talking, the two had already arrived at the intensive care unit on the fifth floor.

At first glance, I saw a middle-aged man with a strong body and strong facial lines standing at the door of the intensive care unit with a serious expression.

The momentum he exudes makes people feel that this person is extraordinary at a glance, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression. This person is Nie Jiuchong, the leader of the Southeast General Assembly of the Wushu Association.

The patient mentioned by Wan Jitong is naturally Nie Yue.

Nie Jiuzhong is sensitive to his identity, and he becomes even more sensitive when he appears in the capital, so he used a pseudonym Nie Wenkang here.

"This is Nie Wenkang, Mr. Nie, a family member of the patient."

Wan Jitong introduced to Qin Guangyuan, and Qin Guangyuan nodded and greeted him.

"This is Mr. Qin, who is known as the master of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Thank you for a hard time, Mr. Qin, please check my son's illness. As long as it can be cured, I will be willing to pay for it no matter how much it costs." Nie Jiuchong stretched out his hand and said.

Qin Guangyuan shook his hand with him: "Take me to see the son-in-law, I will do my best."

When I walked into the intensive care unit, I saw Nie Yue lying on the hospital bed. At this time, he was already skinny, with shriveled skin and clear blue veins. He looked like an old man who was about to die, very creepy.

Qin Guangyuan sat next to the hospital bed and first diagnosed his lower pulse. His pulse was weak and weak, and he was obviously in his life.

"Is this someone injured?" After some diagnosis, he turned his head and asked Nie Jiuchong.

"Yes." Nie Jiu replied.

"Did Mr. Qin see what's going on?"

Qin Guangyuan shook his head and said with a look of dismay: "I'm afraid the situation of the son is not caused by fighting with others, but he is infected with some kind of poison. But I'm not sure, it would be great if my master was there."

"You...Master?" Wan Jitong said in surprise.

If Qin Guangyuan had a master at this age, at least he would be over a hundred years old, wouldn’t he become an old monster?

Qin Guangyuan waved his hand, not wanting to continue on this topic.

He remembered the method of temporarily suppressing the Heart-Devouring Gu that Xiao Shun taught him last time, but he didn't know whether it was useful or not on Nie Yue. He didn't know whether it was useful or not.

"Some time ago, I met a patient who was infected with the poison in another place. A master gave me some methods to suppress the poison. I don't know if it's effective. But I think I can try it. If it works, it proves that the son was indeed infected with the poison. I'll try again if I can ask my master to come over and treat him personally."
Chapter completed!