After Song Shijie finished speaking, he waved his hand at Zhao Fan and said: "Everyone, give it to me, it doesn't matter if you are disabled, just keep your breath." ”

As soon as the words fell, a group of security guards with batons immediately surrounded them with bad intentions, and the rest of the people got out of the way, and a circle was vacated in an instant.

In the center of the circle, only Zhao Fan and Song Yuning stood in the middle.

"Let's go!"

Song Yuning said hoarsely, she glanced at Zhao Fan desperately, then turned her head and bent down in the direction of Song Weiming.

"Grandpa...... I beg you, spare Zhao Fan. ”

After all, she had agreed with her father that if she did not divorce Zhao Fan in five years, she would definitely ensure his safety.

If his limbs are broken here today, then she has broken her oath, how can she be at ease?

Song Weiming didn't say a word, and watched this farce indifferently.

At this time, Song Yuning's waist had just bent down, but he was pulled up by a pair of powerful big hands, and he met Zhao Fan's gaze head-on, his eyes were bright, and he said without fear.

"Why do you ask him? I'm standing here today, and I'm going to see who can break my limbs?"

"Believe me, no one can force you to do anything from today onwards. Just five years later, I'll pay you back. ”

"You madman. ”

Song Yuning's voice trembled, and he just thought that Zhao Fan's brain was broken.

Zhao Fan didn't explain, he turned his head to look at Song Weiming on the stage, and sneered: "How about we make a bet, just bet that within three days, you will die." ”

"Rampant!"

Song Wei stomped the dragon head crutch in his hand angrily, he didn't know where this former waste came from, but if there was no one around, this was slapping him in the face of the Song family.

His face was flushed, and he was about to make the security guard do it, but suddenly his heart tightened, and the next moment he vomited a mouthful of blood.

Bright red blood splashed on the pure white ground, and the Song family panicked, and they couldn't care about Zhao Fan anymore, so they rushed forward to surround Song Weiming.

At this time, Song Weiming was paralyzed on the ground, panting heavily, his face was so pale that he couldn't say a complete word.

"Doctor, hurry up and call Dr. He from the family to come over!"

Song Junxiong hurriedly shouted.

There has always been Song Weiming's personal doctor at home, and people are not in good health when they are old, if it weren't for the family gathering today, the famous doctor He Liang would always be by Song Weiming's side.

Immediately, someone hurriedly went to the backyard to shout He Liang.

And Song Shijie turned his head, stared at Zhao Fan deadly, and scolded: "It's all you, the broom star, who cursed my grandfather to death, are you satisfied now?"

"I warn you, if something happens to the head of the family, you are ready to pay for your life!"

Song Junxiong also said hatefully.

Zhao Fan was speechless, this disease has nothing to do with him, it is clearly the root of the disease that has fallen a long time ago, and he will die in three days, what he said is the truth.

Most of the records in the Huiyang medical canon are traditional Chinese medicine methods, which also include the method of observing the physiognomy of traditional Chinese medicine.

At this moment, looking at Song Weiming's appearance, he is already haunted by death, and he is just a dying person.

At this moment, the door opened, and He Liang had already hurriedly ran over with a suitcase, and the distance between the backyard and the main hall was not far, also to prevent emergencies.

"Get out of the way, Dr. He is here!"

Everyone immediately got out of the way, and He Liang hurriedly leaned over to check Song Weiming's pulse, and it turned out to be a Chinese medicine doctor.

As soon as he touched his hand, his face immediately darkened, "The old man's health is not good, why are you still angry with him?"

Song Shijie said quickly: "This has nothing to do with us, it's all Zhao Fan's waste, stimulating the old man again and again!"

He Liang glared at Zhao Fan fiercely, and snorted coldly: "No wonder, this Zhao Fan is really your Song family's broom star." With that, he raised the silver needle in his hand and was about to pierce it.

Everyone held their breath and watched intently as He Liang's silver needle fell.

At this juncture, Zhao Fan chuckled lightly and shook his head, "If you go down with this needle, in three seconds, he will step into hell with half a foot." ”

"Nonsense, my injection is to temporarily stabilize the old man's condition, you know a fart!"

He Liang pricked a few stitches in a row, and was about to taunt Zhao Fan a few words, when suddenly the people around him exclaimed.

"Something's wrong!"

"Oh my God, look!"

He hurriedly turned around and looked, and immediately turned pale with fright, Song Weiming not only did not get better, but his face became more and more gray, He Liang hurriedly opened his eyelids and saw that the pupils were already a little dilated, and his life was not long in coming!

"This, this, this...... How is this possible?" He Liang panicked.

He has been by Song Weiming's side for many years, and he has always claimed to know quite well about the old man's condition, but the scene at this moment made him completely messy.

"Doctor He, you have a way, aren't you usually in charge of your father's treatment?" Song Junxiong was anxious.

"No, I usually apply acupuncture like this, the old man is so good, this set of acupuncture is obviously the most suitable acupuncture technique for heart disease recorded in the classics. ”

He Liang scratched his ears and cheeks anxiously.

Zhao Fan stepped forward and said leisurely: "That's because every time you apply an injection, you are aggravating his condition." He's not a heart attacker, it's a fire poison attack on the heart! Every time you use this set of needles, you will push the fire poison into his heart a little more. Forced to the extreme, naturally there is no power to return to the sky. ”

"As for your so-called too good to be true, nonsense! The characteristics of fire poison are mania and excitement, and if you force people into their hearts, can people not show the illusion of red light and full of vitality?"

Zhao Fan said, pulled He Liang aside, quickly pulled out the needles he had pierced, and then changed to another set of needles to pierce.

"You're just prick needles indiscriminately, and you're going to die!"

He Liang hurriedly stepped in to stop it, but was kicked away by Zhao Fan, he finished pricking the needle, clapped his hands and said: "You know a fart!

The stitch has just been pierced, which is strange to say.

The gray color on Song Weiming's face really faded a little, he suddenly coughed violently, woke up, and opened his cloudy, tired eyes.

He Liang was so shocked that he couldn't speak, everything in front of him had surpassed his cognition.

The Song family even squeezed all the words in their throats, and the audience was silent.

Everything was said by Zhao Fan, and the only thing left was that Song Weiming would die within three days, could it be true that what this waste said?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Song Weiming coughed violently, he didn't know what was happening, he looked at He Liang, sighed and said, "Thank you Doctor He for saving me again." ”

After that, he turned his head to look at Zhao Fan, and suddenly became angry.

"Come on, give me this piece of waste, beat it to death!"

Song Weiming's roar resounded throughout the audience, but no one moved, he was inexplicable, and kept waving his hands and said, "What's the matter? I'm not dead yet, doesn't it work if I speak?"

"Mr. Song......" He Liang couldn't help but open his mouth.

He glanced at Zhao Fan, who was expressionless, and said with difficulty: "It's not me who saved you, it's him." ”