Song Weiming wants to survive at the moment, let alone a condition, even if it is a hundred or a thousand, he will not hesitate to agree.

"Okay, you say, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse. ”

Zhao Fan glanced at Song Yuning.

"I want you, don't let Yu Ning do anything for your Song family, and no longer covet Yu Ning's property in the future, and let those things that should have belonged to Yu Ning before spit out!"

Song Weiming hadn't answered yet, and Song Junxiong on the side quit.

"No, I can't agree to his request, this kid is obviously taking advantage of the fire to rob!"

Zhao Fan smiled coldly.

"Robbing while the fire is on? You are embarrassed to open your mouth to say this, when my father-in-law died, you swallowed 80% of the property, have you ever thought about taking advantage of the fire to rob?"

"Just now, you used Yu Ning as the excuse of the Song family to privately carve up Yu Ning's new company, have you ever thought about robbing while the fire is hot?"

Zhao Fan's words made Song Junxiong's face flush, but he couldn't say a word.

Song Weiming also looked at Song Junxiong with an angry face.

"Bastard, I'm not dead yet, it's not your turn to meddle in the affairs of the Song family, I now order you, as the head of the family, to immediately draft a contract to return all the property that was annexed to the military city before to Yuning!"

When Song Junxiong heard this, he immediately felt his qi and blood surge, and his eyes were so dark that he almost fainted.

You must know that if you take out those properties, your economic status in the Song family will plummet!

Song Weiming saw that Song Junxiong was still standing in place, and suddenly shouted: "Why don't you go quickly! Don't you take me, the head of the family, in your eyes now?"

Song Jun looked at Zhao Fan like a knife, gritting his teeth.

"Zhao Fan, I'm ruthless!"

Zhao Fan had an expression of helplessness, and then looked at Song Weiming.

"To tell you the truth, if it weren't for Yu Ning to open his mouth today, even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu came, I wouldn't have made a move. ”

Then Zhao Fan asked He Liang to put Song Weiming on the table and lie down, and then opened the rags and small wooden box as he walked over.

He took out the golden needle and stabbed it directly in Song Weiming's chest, and after the first needle just fell, Song Weiming suddenly began to cough violently.

Song Shijie suddenly roared angrily: "Zhao Fan, what are you doing? Are you saving people or killing people? Will you be able to treat them?"

Hearing this, Zhao Fan directly took out a golden needle and handed it to him.

"Come on, come on, give you the golden needle, you can get it. ”

Where did Song Shijie dare to take it, he couldn't say a word.

Song Yuning urged at this time, and Zhao Fan continued to take the needle.

When the tenth needle fell, Song Weiming's face had improved significantly, and it was originally like dead ashes, but now it was flushed with a hint of ruddyness.

The eleventh golden needle pierced directly into the top of Song Weiming's head, Song Weiming suddenly began to tremble, and Zhao Fan immediately asked He Liang to turn him over.

"Wow!"

Song Weiming had just been turned over, and he directly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black-brown blood, and for a while, a foul smell came to his nose, and everyone present couldn't help but cover his nose.

Zhao Fan didn't stop.

After pulling out the golden needles on Song Weiming's body, he immediately began to drop needles behind his back, and in the blink of an eye, all the twenty-four golden needles had fallen.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fan slowly closed his eyes and released his internal energy to inject the golden needle.

Song Weiming's body immediately began to tremble.

He Liang on the side had already looked stupid, as a doctor, of course he knew the difference between gold needles and silver needles, since the moment he saw Zhao Fan take out the gold needle, he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

Internal strength, that has long been lost, and it is unknown whether there is a second person in the world today!

As Zhao Fan continued to inject internal strength, Song Weiming kept spitting out black blood, and after a minute, Zhao Fan suddenly stopped.

"That's it!"

After Zhao Fan finished speaking, the whole person sat directly on the ground, the beads of sweat continued to fall, and the clothes on his body were already soaked.

Seeing this, Song Yuning hurriedly ran over and looked at Zhao Fan with a worried expression, "How are you?"

Zhao Fan looked at Song Yuning worried about himself, and forced a smile.

"It's okay, it's worth it to see you worrying about me!"

Song Weiming had already stepped into the ghost gate with one foot, but he was pulled back by Zhao Fan, and the consumption was naturally extremely terrifying, if it weren't for Zhao Fan's amazing willpower, I am afraid that he would have fainted to death by now.

He Liang looked at the golden needle behind Song Weiming, and was a little overwhelmed for a while, and he didn't know whether he should pull it out or how.

In the end, he looked at Zhao Fan and asked, "Little friend, I don't know if this golden needle is pulled out or what?"

Zhao Fan said weakly: "It's over now, just pull out the golden needle, remember to help me put it all away." ”

After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell directly to the ground.

Song Yuning was so frightened that he suddenly shouted, and He Liang didn't care about receiving the needle, so he walked quickly to check Zhao Fan's pulse.

After a while, He Liang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, he's just too tired to fall asleep, just let him have a good rest." ”

Song Yuning was relieved when she heard this, and at this time she also realized the status of Zhao Fan in her heart. The moment Zhao Fan fell to the bottom just now, her heart stopped beating a few beats.

After He Liang put away all the gold needles, he carefully placed them in a small wooden box, and even wrapped the rags before handing them to Song Yuning.

Song Weiming also began to wake up leisurely at this moment, and after opening his eyes, he sat up directly, and Song Shijie on the side hurriedly stepped forward.

"Grandpa, how are you feeling? Is there anything else you don't feel well?"

Song Weiming's face was ruddy and radiant at the moment, and the whole person seemed to be a few years younger.

"I'm fine, it's been a long time since I've felt so easy. I always felt like something was pressing on my heart, but now it's finally gone!"

Song Weiming said and suddenly glanced around, and saw Zhao Fan, who was asleep, and immediately walked over.

"Yu Ning, what's wrong with Zhao Fan?"

Song Yuning replied: "It's okay, just now Dr. He said that he was just too tired to fall asleep, just take a good rest." ”

When Song Weiming heard this, he immediately said: "In that case, why don't you take him to the room? Let him rest here, what will it look like?"

beckoned to the subordinates, and carefully lifted Zhao Fan up and sent him into the room.

Song Yuning followed closely, and Song Weiming also wanted to follow him, but now he still had to deal with family affairs, so he could only let He Liang take care of it first.

Song Shijie saw that Song Weiming was so worried about Zhao Fan, a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes, and he began to think about how to deal with Zhao Fan in his heart.

"Zhao Fan, I don't believe that I can't fight you as a son-in-law, you wait for me, I will definitely let you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"