Everyone in the hall panicked when they saw that the old man's body had suddenly changed.

Zhang Qian hurriedly took out her mobile phone and made a call: "Dad, come back quickly, grandpa is suddenly sick!"

Du Juan and Ling Zikai also rushed to the old man's side.

I saw that the old man's eyes were closed, his face was a little blue, and his breathing was very tight, as if he had fallen into a state of faintness.

"Zikai, think of a way!"

The cuckoo pulled Ling Zikai's arm and said.

Ling Zikai didn't know what illness Old Man Zhang had, and he didn't dare to do it casually because of his special identity, seeing that the other party's breath was getting weaker and weaker, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the old man's arm and injected a trace of ancestral energy into his body.

Perhaps it was the pure vitality contained in the energy that stimulated the old man's nervous thinking, and he felt a cool warm current coming from his arm, entering his body, feeling an indescribable comfort, and his mind was much clearer.

In a trance, the old man felt a sense of familiarity in this warm current, as if he remembered that when he was seriously injured and his life was dying, Cuckoo's grandfather Bohai invited a mysterious shaman to rescue him. When the shaman healed himself, such a warm current appeared in his body, not only pulling him back from the line of death, but also not having any illness in the following decades.

Could it be that the mysterious shaman has reappeared at this time?

When the old man opened his eyes at this moment and found that the person holding his arm was actually Ling Zikai, he couldn't help but be suspicious.

Seeing that Old Man Zhang opened his eyes, Ling Zikai knew that it must be the ancestral god energy that played a role, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart, so he wanted to continue to input energy.

At this moment, a military doctor in his forties, wearing a white coat, ran into the hall, saw Ling Zikai grabbing the arm of the old man Zhang, thinking that he wanted to move the old man to another place, he couldn't help but be shocked, and shouted: "What do you want to do, stop it!"

Then he rushed up and pushed Ling Zikai away, saying, "The chief may have a recurrence of angina, don't move his body!"

Ling Zikai naturally wouldn't say that he was treating the old man's illness, since the professional doctor came, he didn't need to worry about the old man's illness anymore, so he took Du Juan's hand and silently stepped aside.

Naturally, the people present would not know how depressed Old Man Zhang was at this moment. He couldn't wait to jump up and kick the military doctor out of the hall, wanting to shout loudly for Ling Zikai to continue to treat him.

He knew very well that as long as that warm current flowed in his body, no matter what illness he had, he would be able to recover. That's tens or hundreds of times better than any treatment.

However, with Ling Zikai's departure, the cool warm current also disappeared quickly in his body, and Old Man Zhang's mind, which had just recovered a little, began to fall into a coma again, and at the moment before he was completely unconscious, he looked at the military doctor in disappointment, and subconsciously let out a long sigh:

Lao Tzu is going to be killed by you this time!

The medic was accompanied by two nurses, holding some first-aid equipment.

They drove Ling Zikai, Du Juan and other unrelated people to the outside of the house and began emergency treatment.

Everyone stood in the courtyard, anxious and full of anxiety, looking at the closed hall and nervously not daring to come out.

Zhang Qian shouted at Director Ye with tears in her eyes, "Uncle Ye, what did you just say to grandpa?"

"I-"

Director Ye's face was pale, and he looked like he had no master.

He would never have thought that just because of listening to a few words from himself, the chief's reaction would be so big, if he had known that it would lead to such consequences, even if he was killed, he would not dare to tell the old man the truth of the matter.

It's just that it's too late to say anything now, if the old man has an accident, he will definitely be to blame, and losing the title of director is still a trivial matter, and maybe he will be dealt with more severely by the organization.

At this moment, there was a screeching sound of brakes outside the courtyard.

Before the black Audi could stop steadily, a lieutenant general in full uniform, fifty miles away, had already opened the door and ran into the courtyard as fast as he could.

"Dad!"

Zhang Qian saw the lieutenant general and hurriedly greeted him.

"Where's Grandpa?"

Zhang Qian's father asked.

"Grandpa is in the hall, and Dr. Yang is inside!"

Zhang Qian's father didn't care about greeting the people present, so he ran straight to the hall, and when he entered the door, he beckoned to Director Ye who was standing outside, and motioned for him to follow him in, obviously wanting to know something.

Not long after Zhang Qian's father entered, two more cars stopped outside the courtyard one after another.

One of the military Mitsubishi off-road vehicles got off was Zhang Jun, who looked like he had just returned from the army.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Jun was about to enter the yard, but when he saw the Audi car that followed, he stopped again. After waiting for a middle-aged couple to get off the car, they greeted them and said with a smile: "Uncle and aunt, isn't Grandpa's birthday tomorrow, why are you—"

The middle-aged couple's expressions were a little flustered, and before Zhang Jun could finish speaking, they were interrupted by the dignified woman: "Xiaojun, don't be long-winded, come in!"

As he spoke, he ran quickly into the courtyard gate.

Zhang Jun was stunned for a moment, and asked the middle-aged man, "Uncle, what's wrong with my sister-in-law, is something wrong?"

The middle-aged man said, "Lingling called just now, saying that your grandfather suddenly fell ill and fainted! I guess your father will also come back from Baishan later!"

"Grandpa is sick!"

Zhang Jun was startled, and hurriedly turned around and ran into the courtyard. As soon as I entered the courtyard gate, I heard a call. I saw that in the door of a wing room in the east, Zhao Gang was desperately waving to him, signaling himself to go over.

Zhang Jun was most concerned about his grandfather's safety at this time, how could he be in the mood to deal with Zhao Gang, waved his hand at him, and signaled that he would talk about something later.

Seeing that he refused to go over, Zhao Gang was a little anxious, ran out of the wing, grabbed Zhang Jun's hand, and pulled him into the wing.

Zhang Jun shook off Zhao Gang's hand and said angrily: "What are you doing!"

Zhao Gang cried and said with a sad face: "Brother Jun, I messed up the things you explained!"

Zhang Jun frowned and said, "Didn't you say that the matter had been done before?"

Originally, those two people had been taken away by the people from the Wusong Police Station, but later, I don't know why, the cuckoo and Director Ye drove the old man's car to pick them up the mountain again. ”

Zhang Jun stretched out his head to look at the courtyard, and sure enough, he saw Ling Zikai and Su Guoer standing beside the cuckoo.

"Forget it, that's the end of this matter! Now that there is some chaos in the compound, you better leave quickly. Remember not to talk nonsense when you go back, especially when the old man is sick, you can't let outsiders know!"

Zhang Jun walked out of the wing room as he spoke, and after glancing at a few people in the courtyard, he walked towards Ling Zikai.