Song Yuanlin was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then turned around and ran out of the house, hoping to catch up with Mr. Yan, who had not gone far.

Doctor Ye couldn't sit down, so he ran out of the house with Song Yuanlin and ran towards the outer courtyard of Miaochun Hall.

At this time, Mr. Yan was about to get into the carriage with the support of everyone, and Song Yuanlin and Doctor Ye saw it and hurriedly shouted from behind.

"Old Yan, wait, please wait!"

"Mr. Yan, something is wrong, something is wrong!"

When Mr. Yan heard the shouting, he stopped and turned around to watch.

Song Yuanlin and Doctor Ye had already hurried to the front and said breathlessly.

"Mr. Yan, it's not good! Cheng Gongzi's condition seems to have worsened......"

"What?! Quick, take me there, talk as you walk on the road! ”

Mr. Yan was also a little anxious, especially Cheng Gongzi's special identity, so he had to be careful, if there was really something long and short, I am afraid that the signboard of Miaochun Hall would be smashed.

The people from the Yan family also rushed over, escorted Mr. Yan back to the courtyard together, and came to the room where Cheng Yicai was lying.

Everyone was waiting outside the house, and Mr. Yan only brought Dr. Ye, Song Yuanlin and Yan Wenyuan into the house to check on Cheng Yicai's condition.

Mr. Yan sat in front of the sickbed, squinted at his sunken old eyes, and looked at Cheng Yicai, who was constantly coughing up blood on the couch, and the complexion on his face was extremely weak.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that if it doesn't take half a pillar of incense, then Cheng Yicai will be whining and mourning.

What a shrewd person Mr. Yan was, he saw at a glance that the silver needle on Cheng Yicai's body seemed to have been moved, and he immediately turned his head and asked.

"What about the silver needle on Cheng Gongzi's body? Why are there three missing? ”

When Song Yuanlin heard this, he was so frightened that his legs trembled and knelt on the ground, and he replied hesitantly: "Go back...... Old ...... Those silver needles...... Pull out...... Unplugged ......"

"What?!" After hearing this, Mr. Yan only felt dizzy for a while, and almost fainted with anger, thanks to the few people next to him who supported him.

At this moment, Mr. Yan's old face had turned dark, and the thin old hand pointed at Song Yuanlin with a slight tremor and scolded.

"You...... You are just fooling around, Cheng Gongzi is terminally ill, and he relies on a few silver needles to protect his heart and continue his life, you ...... Why did you pull it out! Ridiculous, ridiculous, angry old man is also ...... cough cough cough ......"

"Back to ...... Returning to the old ...... I didn't pull out this silver needle," Song Yuanlin glanced at the old doctor Ye next to him, and hurriedly defended with trembling: "Yes...... It's Dr. Ye...... It was Dr. Ye who asked me to pull it off...... He also said he could go back to ......"

Of course, Song Yuanlin also knew the seriousness of this crime, this was a capital crime of murdering the old lady of the county, he didn't dare to bear such a felony alone, so he didn't think about it, so he confessed to Old Doctor Ye.

Old Doctor Ye's face immediately turned pale when he heard this, and he knelt down in front of Old Mr. Yan with a "plop", begging for mercy incessantly.

"Yan Lao, help! Yan Lao, help! I have never seen such symptoms in my decades of medical practice, and the technique of this silver needle is also strange and abnormal, and I ask Mr. Yan to hurry up and apply the needle with his holy hand to save Cheng Gongzi's life......"

As he spoke, Old Doctor Ye slammed his head on the floor, and a puddle of blood came out in a moment.

At this moment, he regretted that his heels were blue......