Xuan Neng Bao Jian

Chapter 182
"I will remember this slap!"

Wang Xiaohu raised his head and touched his face, and the five bright red palm prints disappeared instantly.

He raised his eyes and stared at Sun Ying coldly and said, "When you beg me, I will repay you twice!"

After Wang Xiaohu finished speaking, he turned and left.

"Remember what I said, Zhang Fengying is poisoned, using gold needles to activate Qi and blood will intensify the erosion of toxins, and she will die faster!"

The moment his voice fell, the person had disappeared.

"Phew!" Seeing Wang Xiaohu leave, Sun Ying let out a long sigh of relief, she collapsed powerlessly on the edge of the bed as if drained of strength in an instant.Facing Wang Xiaohu just now, she seemed to have an illusion that she was not a person in front of her, but a real tiger, as long as she made any movement, she would definitely die.

"Hmph, you want me to beg you, dream!"

She took a deep breath and turned to look at Ye Chunqiu and said, "Master Ye, let's start!"

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Daolu stood in front of Zhang Fengying, looked at Sun Ying solemnly and said, "Based on what I know about Master Wang, he won't talk nonsense, and he can't prick acupuncture points with golden needles, otherwise it will be really troublesome." !"

"Tch, you believe what that country bumpkin said!" Ye Qiu looked at Zhang Daolu and said disdainfully, "How can a mere country man have the right to question my grandfather, I think he is just a clown who wants to please the public!"

"Yes, I have been practicing medicine for decades, and I have never made any mistakes. How can a child with a yellow mouth question it?"

Ye Chunqiu looked at Zhang Daolu with displeasure and said in a low voice: "Don't get out of the way, delaying the treatment of Song Hou, this responsibility cannot be afforded by your No. [-] Hospital!"

"No, we can't let it go. I believe Master Wang, something will happen if the golden needle pricks the acupuncture point!"

Zhang Daolu's expression remained firm, and he showed no intention of giving in.

"Director Zhang, please get out of the way immediately, otherwise, I can only ask you out!"

Sun Ying stared at Zhang Daolu coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"You...you...!" Zhang Daolu blushed, he opened his mouth but couldn't speak.

Song Ziyu shouted with a livid face, "Old Zhang! Have you had enough trouble! Haven't you lost enough embarrassment today? Hurry up and get out of the way!"

"Dean, why even you...!"

Seeing that even his old buddy was fighting against him, Zhang Daolu's eyes instantly became dim.

"Hey!" Song Ziyu sighed, shook his head and said, "Old Zhang, it seems that you are really old-fashioned. After working for so many years, you should take a rest. Go to the Human Resources Department tomorrow to go through the retirement procedures!"

"Hahahaha!" Hearing Song Ziyu's words, Zhang Daolu raised his head and laughed, his laughter was vicissitudes and loneliness,
"Okay!" The smile on Zhang Daolu's face suddenly froze, his eyes swept over everyone coldly: "You will regret your decision!"

After Zhang Daolu finished speaking, he walked downstairs with trembling steps as if he had aged ten years.

"Cut, rely on the old and sell the old!" Ye Qiu snorted coldly, turned to look at his grandfather with a shy smile and said, "Grandpa, you need my help!"

He rubbed his little hands, and swept Zhang Fengying's body with bright eyes. He didn't want too much, and being able to touch this goddess' little hand was enough for him.

"No need, the golden needle piercing point can't tolerate any interruptions, you're getting in the way when you're next to me!"

Ye Chunqiu groaned, waved his hand, pulled out several silver needles and prepared to take action.

"Oh!" Ye Qiu replied with some disappointment, staring at Zhang Fengying on the bed with wide eyes.

"Hello!" Sun Ying patted Ye Qiu on the shoulder.

"Why?" Ye Qiu gave Sun Ying a displeased look.

"Get out!" Sun Ying stared at Ye Qiu coldly and said lightly.

"My day...!" Ye Qiu just wanted to put it on, but when he saw the gun pinned to Sun Ying's waist, his neck shrank instantly, and he walked out of the room with a sneering smile: "Damn, tigress!"

As the king of doctors in the south of the Yangtze River, Ye Zhiqiu's golden acupuncture points are well-known among the apricot forests, and he can see the demeanor of a master as soon as he makes a move.

"Huhu!" His hands moved freely, like butterflies among flowers, extremely smooth. In the blink of an eye, several silver needles fell on Zhang Fengying's body.

"Cough cough...cough cough...!" Zhang Fengying, who was in a coma, coughed violently, her face was pale, without a trace of blood.

"Master Ye, what is this...? Why does Feng Ying look so uncomfortable!"

Seeing Zhang Fengying's situation, Sun Ying asked with a frown.

"Ahem, that... This should be a normal reaction of qi and blood rushing, as long as I give a few injections, activating qi and blood will be fine!"

Ye Zhiqiu coughed twice, his face obviously a little cramped.

Sun Ying had a suspicious look on her face, but finally held back her silence.

Ye Zhiqiu wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, he dropped the needle like flowing water, looking extremely elegant.

"Cough...cough...!" Unfortunately, as he fell down, not only did Zhang Fengying's condition not improve at all, but her complexion became more and more ugly, with a faint layer of blackness lingering on the pale skin.

"Pfft...!" Zhang Fengying coughed twice, opened his mouth in an instant, spurted out a mouthful of dirty blood, and instantly became sluggish.

"Stop, stop quickly?"

Seeing Zhang Fengying squirting blood from her mouth, Sun Ying was about to burst into tears. She grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's collar and shouted sharply: "This is what your sister said, and you just need to get a few needles? You tell me, Tang Niang." What exactly is going on?"

"This...I...I don't know about this! Logically speaking, it should be correct!"

Ye Zhiqiu was distracted for a moment, he held the silver needle and said falteringly, "How about... why don't you try getting a few more needles!"

"Pa!" Sun Ying slapped Ye Zhiqiu on the face, and she yelled through gritted teeth: "Stab your sister! After a few injections, Feng Ying was stabbed to death by you, a quack doctor!"

"Ahem... Puff...!" Ye Zhiqiu's silver needle seemed to have dredged a mountain torrent, and Zhang Fengying coughed violently, gushing out big mouthfuls of dirty blood, staining the entire bed sheet bright red, looking terrifying.

"Dean Song, Dean Song, what is going on? Please save Feng Ying! Save Feng Ying!"

Looking at the precarious Zhang Fengying, Sun Ying panicked completely. She grabbed Song Ziyu's shoulder and roared in a crying voice.

"Could it be... as the kid said... Zhang Fengying was...poisoned!"

Song Ziyu frowned, thinking of Zhang Daolu's expression just now, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"What? Poisoning, yes, it must be poisoning, hurry up, hurry up and call me back!"

Like an ant on a hot pot, Sun Ying shouted hastily.

"Hey, that little brother is only known to Zhang Daolu! We seemed to drive Zhang Daolu away just now!"

Song Ziyu sighed, lowered his head and said.

"Then why are you still standing there, chase after me!"

Sun Ying shouted helplessly, and immediately said with excitement: "Forget it, I'll go on my own, I'll chase after him!"

After she finished speaking, she stepped on her high heels and ran towards the outside of the villa.

(End of this chapter)