After leaving the hospital, Han Ye immediately began to think about the method of detoxification.

Time is too short, the patient will definitely die in three or five days, and the time he can use is really not much.

If he can't refine the antidote elixir before the patient dies, the two hundred years of wild Lingzhi will never have a chance with him.

He carefully recalled the contents of the "Nine Grades of Immortal Elixir", and carefully searched for them among those ancient pills.

Fortunately, in the "Nine Grades of Immortal Elixir", there is indeed an ancient elixir called the Jade Xuan Poison Removal Pill, which can remove corpse poison.

In ancient times, there were gods and corpses as disasters, and where they passed, gods and demons fell, and everything was corrupted.

This Jade Xuan Poison Pill was produced in order to specifically resolve the poison of the divine corpse.

With Dan Fang, in the next two days, Han Ye was so busy that he didn't even have time to sleep.

He has to collect alchemy materials everywhere, and he has to open the furnace for alchemy, he has to do these things himself, and the old god stick can't interfere at all. If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the Praise Moth Ciphertext, his physical strength was far beyond that of ordinary people, and he would have been exhausted and fell down tired.

Although the old god stick couldn't help with alchemy medicine, he wasn't easy either.

Because time is so tight, and the patient's condition is getting worse all the time.

Ms. Su made more than a dozen calls a day, asking if the detoxification elixir had been refined, and even at three or four o'clock in the morning, there were phone calls, and he couldn't sleep all night.

He wanted to ask Han Ye how the detoxification elixir had been refined.

But Han Ye was alone in the alchemy room, without making a sound, and he didn't dare to go in and disturb, so he could only be alone outside the alchemy room, anxious like ants on a hot pot, and only turning.

The old god stick has been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he has already cultivated into a fine hob meat, and when the sky falls, he should be covered, and his heart is amazingly good, he shouldn't have been so anxious.

But the so-called concern is chaotic.

He was so eager that the deal would go through.

Because this is not only related to the huge amount of thanks after the fact, but also related to his future future.

If that rich man is really healed by them, he Zhao Huyou will become famous and become one of the best feng shui masters in the Nanling feng shui world.

And once the treatment fails, not to mention those generous rewards, I'm afraid that even the 300,000 yuan in hand will be spit out, and even their signboards will be smashed by the other party!

With the other party's wealth and power, it is simply a fool's dream for their feng shui consulting company to continue to operate.

At that time, he, Zhao Huyou, will be beaten back to his original form.

He had just lived a comfortable life for a few days, and he wanted to go back to set up a stall to tell fortunes and earn hard-earned money, which really cost him his life.

The old god stick was worried, and the pressure was so great that he even lost a lot of his hair and beard.

In this anxious state of mind, I waited for two days and two nights, and in the afternoon of the third day, a strange fragrance suddenly floated down from the alchemy room on the second floor.

The old god's spirit suddenly perked up, wondering if the elixir had been completed, so he hurriedly ran to the staircase, tilted his head, and looked at the alchemy door on the second floor with a nervous expression, hoping that when Han Ye came out, he could bring good news.

After a while, the door opened, and Han Ye, who hadn't slept for two days, walked out of the alchemy room with a tired face.

In order to refine this Jade Xuan Poison Pill, he consumed a lot of divine power.

"The elixir has been refined?" the old god asked impatiently.

"It's done. Han Ye nodded.

Although what he refined was only imitations, compared to the real ancient elixir, there was a far cry, but the patient was only an ordinary corpse poison and not the corpse poison of a divine corpse, and it should be more than enough to use these imitation elixirs to detoxify.

"What's the news from the hospital?" Han Ye then asked.

The old god said with a worried face: "In the past three days, the phone calls have been constant, and I have been urging them non-stop, and I can almost receive one in less than two hours." However, since noon today, I have not received any phone calls. ”

Han Ye's heart suddenly "chuckled", feeling that it was not a good sign.

Today is the third day, and the poisoned rich man may die of poison at any time, if this elixir is not delivered in time, it will really be a failure, and he will work in vain.

He didn't bother to say much, so he hurriedly took a ride with the old god stick and hurried to the hospital ward.

However, by the time they arrived, the room was empty.

Han Ye was **** at the time, thinking in his heart, could it be that they were really so unlucky, they were a step too late, and the patient had already died of poison?

Zhao Huyou was even more like pouring a basin of ice water on someone's head, cold from the top of his head to the heart of his feet, and kept sighing: "It's over, it's over, the fat sheep is dead, the banknotes are flying, the future is in vain, it won't be long before you have to wear a backpack and mix with the previous difficult brothers." ”

Han Ye didn't have time to talk to him, so he pulled a passing nurse to ask about the situation.

Only after this question did I know that the patient who was admitted to this ward suddenly became ill at noon, had fallen into a coma, entered a dying state, and is now being rescued in the ICU ward.

As soon as Han Ye heard this, he didn't say a word, and rushed to the ICU ward.

As long as there is still one breath, maybe he can pull people back from the ghost gate, and his Lingzhi will still have a show.

In case if he ran a minute and a half slower, and just ran to the rich man, the rich man happened to hang up, and he had to vomit blood.

Rushing all the way to the ICU ward, Han Ye found that many people had gathered outside the ICU ward

These people were anxious or sad or sobbing or weak, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing, probably the relatives and friends of the poisoned rich man who came to see the sick off for the last time.

Han Ye glanced at the crowd, trying to find the noble lady he had seen two days ago.

Suddenly, he was surprised to find that Xia Lin and Hang Antai, who had not seen each other for a long time, were actually in the crowd!

Hang Antai's expression was serious but there was no sadness, but Charlene completely lost her former pride and elf, her pretty face was full of sadness, her eyes were gloomy, and tears couldn't stop falling.

"Why are you here?" Han Ye walked up to Xia Lin and asked with a strange mouth, as for Hang Antai, he was directly ignored by him, anyway, the two of them were on the same page, so there was nothing to say.

Charlene glanced at him, and did not attack him very abnormally, but asked rhetorically while sobbing: "My father is critically ill, of course I have to be here, otherwise where would I be?

"Is the patient in the ICU ward your father?" Han Ye was taken aback at first, and then woke up like a dream.

No wonder when I saw that noble lady, I felt familiar, it turned out to be Charlene's mother, but because I hadn't seen her for many years, the other party had changed too much, and I couldn't recognize it.

As for Charlene's father, probably because he was so sick, he never recognized him from beginning to end.

He vaguely remembered that Charlene's father was a famous beautiful man in the government compound, mature, stable and graceful, but now he was so sick that he was out of shape.

Looking at Xia Lin's pretty face with rain and pear blossoms, and recalling that back then, Xia Lin's father was really kind and kind to him, Han Ye suddenly found that he seemed to have another reason to treat the patient.