Rebirth: I escort the male god

The old man did not care about Ji Zhong's rudeness. He just looked at Huo Qiyan squatting on the ground playing ball with Feng Rucen, and sighed helplessly, "It was our mistake that caused the young man to be poisoned, so you don't have to doubt my purpose."

"What do you mean?" Ling Qing frowned. What do they mean it was their mistake that caused Huo Qiyan to be poisoned? Could it be that this old man was in cahoots with the people who put the poison on him?

Thinking of this, Ling Qing couldn't help but become alert. If it was really those people, he would definitely not let the person in front of him go.

The old man said: "Young man, don't be angry. I am just stating a fact. Do you want to hear a story?"

"Old man, we don't have time to listen to your sad stories. You said you could save Qi Yan, so you should hand over the medicine right away. Don't keep talking like an old man about to be buried. It's so annoying." Ji Zhong really felt that there was something wrong with the old man in front of him. Can't he just say what he wanted to say? Why did he have to be so mysterious? Who the hell had time to joke with him here? He had important things to do later, and he didn't know if Qingfeng and the others could handle it.

"A-choo, a-choo, a-choo!" Somewhere far away, Qingfeng, who was knocking down the last person, suddenly sneezed several times in succession. He rubbed his itchy nose and asked, "Who is scolding me behind my back?"

Zhuifeng glanced at the villa not far away, then looked at his unreliable brother who was still cursing there, and called out, "Qingfeng, let's go!"

"Coming!"

Hearing Ji Zhong say this, Feng Rucen slowly stood up from the ground and said, "Yes, old sir, please be brief." Xiao Qi's current condition made him very worried. He just wanted to get a solution as soon as possible and had no intention of listening to other people's stories.

The old man choked in his throat, and the thousands of words he had been about to say were instantly stuck in his chest, making him feel very uncomfortable. Although their tone was very bad, the worry between their brows moved him a little. He took out a wax ball from his pocket and threw it to Feng Rucen.

"Just give it to him. He'll be back to normal in about three hours."

Feng Rucen stretched out his hand to catch it, and saw a white wax pill the size of an eyeball lying in the palm of his hand. Hearing the old man's words, Feng Rucen applied a little force with his index finger and thumb, and the white wax pill broke and cracked, revealing a small black and yellow pill inside.

“Oh my god, Liuwei Dihuang Pills??? Old man, you are not really lying to us, are you?” Ji Zhong looked at the wax pill and immediately thought it was that thing. After all, what he saw the most recently when watching videos or traveling was the advertisement of this thing.

Out of professional habit, Feng Rucen put the pills to his nose and sniffed them gently, "Chlorpromazine, Strychnos nux vomica, Lycium barbarum, Curcuma aromatica, Prunella vulgaris..."

Some drugs may not be added in very large quantities, so Feng Rucen cannot tell the difference, but what he knows at the moment is that this pill is indeed an antidote for neurotoxins.

Not to mention the effects of strychnine and prunella vulgaris, the addition of the western medicine chlorpromazine alone is an antagonist of central dopamine. But what impressed Feng Rucen was that the person who made this pill actually put the western medicine directly into a variety of Chinese medicines. He had never thought of mixing Chinese and Western medicines together before, because there are conflicts between Chinese and Western medicines. It would take more than one or two years to mix so many herbs together.

"You can actually identify the ingredients in it?" The old man looked at Feng Rucen in surprise. Although he didn't name the two most important ingredients, the others were all correct. You know, this is the prescription passed down by their ancestor. The dosage of some things added may be just a little bit, but Feng Rucen could actually smell it. It's really amazing how young people can be.

"Well," Feng Rucen said, "Because I studied clinical medicine, I am very sensitive to Western medicine. And because I have been interested in Chinese medicine since I was a child, I have learned a lot of knowledge about herbal medicine, so I can make the difficult distinction."

Knowing the approximate composition of the medicine, Feng Rucen no longer hesitated and gave the pill to Huo Qiyan. Not long after he finished eating, Huo Qiyan's eyelids began to twitch. Finally, he could not resist any more and fell asleep leaning on Feng Rucen.

"Put him on the couch over there." The old man pointed to the other side of the screen.

Feng Rucen didn't hesitate to pick up the person and carried him horizontally, then walked straight to the couch by the window opposite.

"Old man, tell me, you just said that Qi Yan's matter was your mistake, what happened?" Seeing that Huo Qi Yan was fine, Ji Zhong finally had the mind to calm down and listen to the old man's story.

"It's a shame to say this," the old man shook his head, "if our family treasure hadn't been stolen by an outsider, none of the young men would have suffered this disaster."

Ling Qing frowned. It was as if he hadn't said anything. However, out of politeness, he didn't want to interrupt.

But Ji Zhong was not so good-tempered. He said directly: "Old man, can you please get to the point? Stop talking about irrelevant things." It was as if saying a few words about the point was like asking him to die, which was so annoying.

"Okay..." The old man saw that they were indeed impatient, so he could only pick out the key points and say, "A year ago, our people stationed overseas told me that the clan treasure was stolen, so I quickly sent people to check, and found out that it had been transported back to China. Following the clues, I discovered what happened to Mr. Huo, and that's why I hosted a banquet to invite you all to come."

"Wait," Ling Qing frowned after hearing what the old man said, "You are from the Min family in the theft case a year ago?"

Wasn't this the overseas smuggling case that I was ordered to investigate before? Now I actually met the real owner?

"Min family?! Fuck, that ancient and mysterious Min family?" Ji Zhong looked at the old man in surprise. He was unwilling to believe that this man was from the Min family.

When he was studying abroad, he had heard of the Min family, the Zhong family, the Zhao family, and the Qin family. The Min family was good at traditional Chinese medicine, and their ability to bring the dead back to life was so great that no one could mess with them. The Zhong family was good at mechanical engineering, and were guests of honor for many overseas presidents and wealthy people. The Zhao family was from an ancient martial arts family with a profound cultural heritage. In contrast, the Qin family was a rising star that had only emerged in the past fifty years, but he really didn't know what they did specifically. He only heard a little about it, and the other three families hated the Qin family.

However, these four families are not easy to deal with, and most people would not approach them on purpose. But what shocked Ji Zhong was that someone could actually steal things from the Min family. It was simply unheard of.

Old Man Min: "So you have all heard of the Min family, so I won't introduce them in detail. The reason why I invited you all here this time is nothing more than two things. One is to cure the poison in young friend Huo, and the other is to ask for your help."

As he spoke, the old man's eyes fell on Ling Qing, who had been silent since a while ago.

"You want us to help you find the stolen family treasure?" Ling Qing said.

Old Man Min: “Yes and no.”