Wei Qing let go of Wei Xiaobing's hand, signaled Wei Xiaobing to stay where he was, and then led Qin Fan, Mo Xin, and Wei Xingmin to the west courtyard and opened a hidden door.

Standing at the door of the room, a strong smell of medicine came to my face.

There is an unpleasant smell of formalin, which is also mixed with the medicinal smell of Chinese herbs.

Mo couldn't help but cover his nose and frowned: "Brother-in-law, go in by yourself, I'll wait for you outside the door." ”

Qin Fan smiled helplessly, gave an order, and entered the door with Wei Xingmin and Wei Qing one after the other.

This is an equally low-key and luxurious room, which has everything in addition to the bed and daily necessities.

It can be seen that this is Wei Qing and his husband's bedroom.

Wei Qing's husband's name is Chen Jixian, who is a professional racing driver.

A month ago, Chen Jixian fell unconscious on the spot in an important game, and later the doctor judged: vegetative.

Seeing a big living person become a vegetative person, as a relative, he naturally wants to find ways to help the patient relieve his pain.

The Wei family has a big business, and Chen Jixian usually makes a lot of money racing.

Wei Xingmin and Wei Qing felt that even if the family went bankrupt, as long as they could save Chen Jixian, everything would be worth it.

In the past half a month, they have searched for almost all the famous doctors in the world and used various methods to treat them, but in the end they were unsuccessful.

If he hadn't happened to meet Qin Fan, Wei Xingmin might have given up.

The so-called dead horse is a live horse doctor.

Wei Xingmin decided to give it a try, and promised to pay a bidding fee of 100 million for Qin Fan, looking forward to Qin Fan's coming to show his medical skills.

Chen Jixian was lying on the big bed, full of tubes.

Qin Fan approached the bedside, took a closer look, and found that Chen Jixian's body was so thin that only a pair of skin and bones remained, and a gust of wind could blow it down.

Wei Qing found a stool and put it next to Qin Fan, Qin Fan sat on the stool and began to diagnose Chen Jixian's pulse.

At first, he was calm.

But then, his eyebrows almost screwed together.

Wei Xingmin was taken aback and asked worriedly, "Mr. Qin, how is he doing first?"

"Old man, I can basically be sure that Mr. Chen is not caused by a racing accident, but because of poisoning. Qin Fan looked at Wei Xingmin with decisive and resolute eyes, and he didn't look like he was joking. But Wei Xingmin thought that Qin Fan was joking, and his originally peaceful face suddenly became gloomy.

"Mr. Qin!" Wei Xingmin's face was displeased, and he said in a deep voice, "I respect you so I let you see Jixian, and you just took the pulse and said that your son-in-law's illness was not because of a racing accident, but because of poisoning." That's too hasty!"

Wei Xingmin has dabbled in traditional Chinese medicine and knows what it means to look forward to hearing and asking. And Qin Fan, just by taking Chen Jixian's pulse, concluded that Chen Jixian was poisoned, not a car accident. Isn't that?

"The old man doesn't believe me?" Qin Fan smiled lightly and asked confidently.

"It's not incompatible. Wei Xingmin shook his head, his face heavy, "In the past month, the old man has invited all the famous doctors, whether they are Western medicine or Chinese medicine, and the conclusion given is that he is in a severe coma because of a racing accident. If you come here, it only takes you ten minutes to completely overturn the previous conclusion, and if you don't give a reasonable explanation, it will be difficult for people to accept it. ”

"Yes. Qin Fan smiled casually, "This poison is extremely rare, and I also saw it once in a primitive tribe in Africa a few years ago. It is not surprising that those quacks do not see it. ”

"Oh, I want to see what kind of poison it is?" Seeing Qin Fan's serious look, Wei Xingmin asked curiously.

"Five poisons. Qin Fan replied, "It is an extremely poisonous poison, colorless and tasteless, ordinary people take it is no different from drinking boiled water, even a holy hand may suffer." ”

"Mr. Qin, I beg you to save Brother Xian—" Wei Qing, who had not spoken, knelt down in front of Qin Fan, raised his head and begged him with tears on his face.

Qin Fan immediately helped Wei Qing up and comforted Wei Qingdao: "Don't worry, Miss Wei, I won't sit idly by by collecting money from people and eliminating disasters for others." ”

"Mr. Qin," Wei Xingmin said, "if you can cure your son-in-law's illness, in addition to the 100 million bid yesterday, I will give you an extra 100 million as a reward." ”

"No, I don't. Qin Fan smiled, "The price that I said is the price, I am not the one who sits on the ground and starts the price." ”

When he said this, he walked back and glanced at Chen Jixian, turned back to Wei Xingmin and Wei Qingdao: "Two, I am now going to give Mr. Chen acupuncture treatment, and next, there may be some uncomfortable reactions, if you two mind, you can avoid it first." ”

Wei Xingmin and Wei Qing said they didn't mind, they were both curious about how Qin Fan would treat Chen Jixian next.

Qin Fan took a set of acupuncture and a bottle of alcohol from his backpack.

There were gold, silver and wooden needles, and he lit the alcohol and detoxified them in turn.

Qin Fan sat aside, picked up the golden needle and pierced the major acupuncture points on Chen Jixian's lower body.

Soon, several of Chen Jixian's big holes were pierced with golden needles by Qin Fan.

Looking at all this, Wei Xingmin, who was involved in traditional Chinese medicine, changed his face greatly, and asked in horror: "Mr. Qin, are you using the 'Ghost Gate Thirteen Acupuncture Method'?"

"The old man has good eyesight. Qin Fan smiled back and continued to administer needles to Chen Jixian.

"I have heard of the thirteen needles of the ghost gate, the ghosts and gods are unpredictable, but they can come back to life, and the old man can witness this world-beating stunt today, which is also worth it. The more Wei Xingmin spoke, the more excited he became, his eyebrows fluttering, and he was gushing.

Qin Fan didn't answer, and concentrated on taking care of the silver needle on Chen Jixian's body.

Qin Fan pricked a needle, black blood would flow out, and a needle would take about ten minutes, which seemed to be a long time, but because Qin Fan's formation was ingenious, and one stitch after another, time passed very quickly. When Qin Fan finished pricking the previous thirteen needles separately and then pulled them out, there were not many needles left on Chen Jixian's body.

The blood, which gradually turned from bright red to thick black, also emitted a fishy smell and a black miasma.

Wei Xingmin understood that this was indeed a symptom of poisoning.

He had already begun to believe in the young man in front of him, and at the same time, he was also curious about why Qin Fan had the long-lost "Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate".

Five hours have passed since the thirteen stitches were performed one by one.

Qin Fan felt a pain all over his body, and stood up and stretched his fists and feet to relax.

Only then did he see that Mo Xin, who was reluctant to enter the room before, was already standing in the room.

Mo Xin's face was full of surprise, and he didn't seem to believe that the silver needle on Chen Jixian's body was really stabbed by Qin Fan.

Qin Fan smiled and turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed.

At this time, the effect of acupuncture was gradually revealed, and Chen Jixian's bloodless face slowly became rosy.

Qin Fan checked the pulse again, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, and after sterilizing the silver needles one by one, he put them back in the box.

Wei Xingmin asked curiously, "Mr. Qin, is this the end?"

"Not yet," Qin Fan shook his head and said, "If Mr. Chen has just been poisoned, he only needs one treatment from my Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles." However, Mr. Chen's poisoning had been too long, and the venom had already invaded Mr. Chen's internal organs. The treatment of thirteen needles in one ghost gate is far from enough, and it also needs to be combined with some Chinese herbal medicine for auxiliary treatment. ”

As he spoke, he had already put the silver box in his backpack.

Finally, Qin Fan took out a piece of paper and pen, wrote a prescription, and said, "Old man, according to this prescription, grab some medicines, one pair a day, and remember to feed them on time." ”

Wei Xingmin took the prescription and looked at it, and nodded again and again: "I'll call someone to arrest it." ”

After a pause, Wei Xingmin hesitated a little and said, "Mr. Qin, the old man has something unclear. We would also like to ask you for your guidance. ”

"The old man is polite, please speak. Qin Fan nodded.

"Mr. Qin, since you have seen that Jixian is poisoned, why don't you directly dispense the antidote, and have to use the thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate to force the poison out?"

"The old man is right, detoxification is the best way. Qin Fan shook his head and said, "However, the antidote to the five poisons is not easy to configure, and there are seventy-four variations in the medicine points, if you rashly configure it, not only can it not detoxify, it is very likely to backfire." ”

"I see. Wei Xingmin had a feeling of sudden enlightenment, and said with emotion: "It's really a hero out of a teenager." Mr. Qin, you have this medical skill at a young age, and you will definitely be able to become the Taishan Beidou of my Chinese medicine in the future, and the little son-in-law is fortunate to be healed, which is a blessing that he has cultivated for several lifetimes. ”

After Wei Xingmin finished speaking, he was about to bow to Qin Fan and thank him.

Qin Fan immediately stopped Wei Xingmin.

At this time, the unconscious Chen Jixian let out a moan.

Qin Fan, Wei Xingmin, and Mo Xin walked to the bedside.

Wei Xingmin burst into tears, sat on the edge of the bed, and said with concern: "Jixian, how do you feel now?"

"Dad, I'm ...... I'm so hungry. Chen Jixian replied.

"Hungry?" Wei Xingmin was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, "Jixian is fine!"

Qin Fan and Mo Xin also laughed heartily.

Wei Qing prepared all the Chinese herbal medicines, and Qin Fan personally taught Wei Xingmin and Wei Qing to prepare prescriptions.

By the time everything was done, it was half past five in the afternoon.

Wei Qing and Wei Xingmin kept Qin Fan and Mo Xin for dinner, but they were politely rejected by the two.

After confirming that Chen Jixian was fine, Qin Fan got up and beckoned Mo Xin to leave.

Wei Xingmin kept sending the two to the abandoned parking lot.

Before leaving, Qin Fan suddenly said: "Old man, the preparation process of the five poison powder is extremely complicated, and it takes a lot of effort, Mr. Chen's poisoning this time is not accidental, it is very likely that someone has been planning for a long time." If the old man wants to investigate the murderer, he can start with the people around Mr. Chen. ”

"Oh?" Wei Xingmin frowned.

"The person who goes down to the Five Poisons must be very familiar with Mr. Chen's food, clothing and daily life. Qin Fan replied with a resolute gaze, "Mr. Chen is a professional racing driver, and I believe that there are special people in charge of food, clothing, and daily life." If you are an outsider, it is difficult to get close to Mr. Chen's diet to poison him. ”

"That makes sense. Wei Xingmin realized.

"That's all you say, and the rest is up to you. Leave. Qin Fan waved his hand and drove away with Mo Xin.

After the car sped on the road for a while, Mo Xin finally couldn't hold back the curiosity in his heart.

"Brother-in-law, what other secrets do you have that my sister and I don't know?"

"A lot. Qin Fan replied with a smile.

"Which ones?" Mo Xin asked.

"The coming day is long," Qin Fan smiled mysteriously, "In the future, you two sisters will naturally know." ”

"Cut!" Mo Xin was speechless and gestured with a middle finger.