As soon as Han Ye said this, it was like pouring a bowl of water into a hot oil pot, and with a "bang", the pot in the ward exploded.

"You...... How dare you say that my son is going to die? You actually say such things in the hospital room? Isn't this cursing my son for his early death? You ...... You little god, you're so vicious!"

The silver-haired old man was so angry that he almost didn't jump up from the ground, he raised his crutches, pointed at Han Ye tremblingly, and wanted to rush forward and slap Han Ye twice.

Professor Xu was not angry, but looked at Han Ye with a surprised expression, as if he didn't expect that this young man, just a number of pulses, would accurately judge the patient's death date!

You know, with his decades of medical experience, he also made such a judgment after the patient did a series of examinations.

He has not yet told anyone about this result, let alone the patient's family, and he is still counting on finding a breakthrough in the last few days, stabilizing the patient's condition, and buying more time for the next step of treatment.

However, the young man did not read the examination report, nor did he inquire about the patient's condition carefully, but just called the pulse and said the result categorically!

Ordinary Jianghu gods, I'm afraid they don't have this kind of ability.

Professor Xu couldn't help but put away his contempt a little, re-examined the two masters and apprentices from another angle, and at the same time began to consider whether the poisoning theory was possible from a new perspective.

Of course, he is only thinking about it from the perspective of medical pathology, not some kind of zombie corpse poison that the gods are chattering, and he will never believe these messy things.

After listening to Han Ye's words, the noble lady's face turned pale in an instant, she looked at Professor Xu in a daze and asked, "Professor Xu, is he telling the truth, how long can my husband live?"

Professor Xu nodded a little heavily: "That's true, if Mr. Xia's condition can't be stabilized, I'm afraid it's only a few days." ”

When the noble lady heard this, her eyes darkened, and she almost fainted on the spot, she knew that her husband's condition was serious, but she did not expect it to be so serious!

She has always had a good relationship with her husband, and her husband is the pillar of the family.

The noble lady stumbled to the old god stick, grabbed the old god stick's hand, and pleaded: "Zhao Banxian, since your disciples can see my husband's condition at a glance, then there must be a way to treat it, right?"

My father-in-law is too old and a little confused, so you must not be like him. ”

As she spoke, she took out a signed cash check from her purse and stuffed it into the old god's hand: "Here is a little bit of my heart, it can be regarded as making amends to the two of you for my father-in-law, and I ask you and Xiao Banxian to forgive me."

If you two can cure my husband's illness, I have another thanks!"

The old god pinched the cash check, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and suddenly his energy was lifted, and his eyes lit up, and he almost couldn't take his eyes off.

300,000!

The denomination of that check turned out to be 300,000!

This is not a small amount, if you don't rely on Han Ye to sell the elixir, if you just rely on him to tell fortunes, I don't know if you have to count it to the Year of the Monkey!

The old god clenched the check tightly, and wanted to put it in his pocket immediately, the previous worries about his own safety, the previous hesitation, the moment he saw the check, he didn't know which Java country to throw it to.

However, in the end, he didn't immediately agree, but turned his gaze to Han Ye.

After all, he is just an agent, and it is this one who really makes the decision.

"What do you think?" asked the old god, his eyes full of anticipation.

Han Ye glanced at the old god stick, and knew very well in his heart what this old money fan wanted to answer.

According to his temperament, he really wants to pick a son, this rich man is not related to him, do you care if he dies?

However, after thinking about it, this house was a two-hundred-year-old wild Lingzhi, which was a treasure of heaven and earth that he had been looking for everywhere but could not obtain, and it was one of the most important materials for refining the Emperor Ning Yuan Dan, and it was his hope to speed up his cultivation.

If I really miss this village this time, I'm afraid there won't be this store.

In addition, this lady has always had a good attitude.

So he snorted, stopped and said, "Master, since Ms. Su is willing to trust us, we might as well try." However, if anyone is verbose again, then we will just leave!

In addition, I heard that Ms. Su has a 200-year-old wild Ganoderma lucidum at home, and if our master and apprentice do cure the patient, I hope that Ms. Su can give us the Lingzhi for alchemy. ”

The noble lady was like a drowning man at this time, in urgent need of a life-saving straw, where would she refuse, she naturally agreed.

As for the silver-haired old man, he still had extreme distrust of Han Ye and the old god stick in his heart, but his eldest son was about to die, and even Professor Xu confirmed this, he couldn't help but be in a state of confusion, and for a while he forgot about the fierce opposition and remained silent.