Zhang Ting was startled and hurriedly investigated her son's situation.

In the end, he found that he was still alive, and only a few meridians in his body were injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and left in embarrassment.

"Damn, they're cheap!"

Hua Bufan said with a disgruntled face: "Brother, your temper is really getting better and better now, that mother and son are so arrogant, especially that kid, they dare to plot and hurt people in front of you!"

"I thought you would, if not kill them, but at least half-maim them!"

"Half-crippled?"

Qin Mu sneered, and continued to treat Yan Yuqing while saying, "This slap of mine is much worse than making him half-disabled."

"Wait, after a while, the woman named Zhang Ting will receive a surprise."

Two hours later.

Xiang Xin Ge Hospital, a top-notch VIP treatment room.

Zhang Ting sent her son in for treatment as soon as possible, while she waited outside, but she was not in a hurry.

In her opinion, Qin Mu's slap was not heavy, at best it was just a concussion, and it would be okay to recuperate for a few days.

However, after waiting for a few more minutes, I saw several old Chinese medicine doctors and several Western doctors walking out one after another with frowns on their heads, shaking their heads for a while.

Especially those Western doctors, the rubber gloves they wore were all covered in blood......

Zhang Ting couldn't help but be stunned when she saw this, and as soon as she had a very ominous feeling in her heart, she saw that those doctors all bowed deeply to her.

"Ma'am, please mourn."

Condolences?

Zhang Ting's pupils shrank, and her voice suddenly became cold: "Niu, shouldn't you tell me that Yan'er is dead?"

"I can still feel it when I sent it, his breath is quite stable, and only a few meridians in his body have been shocked! It's not a big deal!"

Several doctors looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly.

Immediately, an old Chinese medicine doctor asked, "Madam, I think you must not have explored Young Master Yan's brain, right?"

Brain?

Zhang Ting's pair of willow eyebrows frowned even deeper: "What do you mean? Speak clearly!"

"This...... Alas!"

"Madam, the slap surnamed Qin just now didn't spare the slightest hand, but was extremely vicious and vicious, and he had completely given Young Master Yan to ......."

"For what?!"

"Say!"

The old Chinese medicine doctor immediately lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "It's brain-dead......

"Presumptuous!"

Zhang Ting didn't react for a while, and shouted, "You are so bold, you dare to scold my child!"

Seeing that Zhang Ting was about to get angry, a Western doctor present hurriedly said, "Madame, Guan Lao didn't scold Young Master Yan, what he said about brain damage, in the words of our Western doctors, is ......

"Brain dead."

"Whew!"

Zhang Ting's eyes widened suddenly, and her face turned pale in an instant!

"Kick!" Di staggered back a few steps, and the others hurriedly supported her.

"Get out of here!"

"I, how could my son be in a vegetative state! Impossible!"

Before, when she heard that Song Zifeng had been deposed of her descendants, she was still happy and proud, and she praised Qin Mu for a night.

But it didn't take long for his son to become a vegetative state......

It's not as good as Song Zifeng, who was deposed!

"Madame......

"Strictly speaking, Young Master Yan's brain death is not the same thing as being in a vegetative state."

"In a vegetative state, the brainstem function has not been completely lost, and can breathe spontaneously and brainstem reflexes, but the brain is dead, and can only rely on a ventilator for assisted breathing, and this is only a stopgap measure."

"Young Master Yan can only last one more day at most, this is because he is a martial arts practitioner and has a good physique, otherwise, I am afraid that he will ...... in a few hours."

"Hurry up and inform the Great Elder and prepare for the future in advance."

"Ahh

After Zhang Ting grinned and roared, the ground suddenly darkened in front of her, and she fainted directly due to excessive grief and indignation.

Meanwhile.

In the outer ring of Shanghai, there is an ancient castle in a very remote mountain village, which is seen from a distance, exuding a bit of simplicity and grandeur.

More than 20 years ago, following the Baiyi case in Shanghai, the strength of the Qin clan at its peak was greatly reduced, and they chose to close their sects and close the mountain, and all the clansmen lived in seclusion here.

In a circular stone hall, more than a dozen old men gathered together, discussing something warmly.

Sitting on the first seat was a middle-aged man, who was the patriarch of this generation of the Qin clan, Qin Zhan.

"Elders, how are the deliberations going?"

"A prodigy like Qin Mu has never appeared even when my clan was at its peak."

"Now, he and the Bai tribe are in an endless situation, and if our clan can help him when he is in danger, this may not be an opportunity to re-emerge from the mountain."

When the elders heard this, after exchanging glances again, the Great Elder slowly got up, stroked his beard and said, "This son's talent is indeed better than his father's, but the sins he bears are also not light."

"Patriarch, if you rashly make an enemy of the Bai clan for the sake of this son, will you ......?"

"Bang!"

Qin Zhan didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he slammed the stone table, got up and asked, "It's been more than twenty years!"

"It has been more than twenty years since our people lived like rats in the shadows, and did not see the light of day!"

"Qin Zhan is here, on behalf of the clansmen, ask the elders, haven't you had enough days like this!"

"Wait, how long have you thought about it?"

"Regardless of what happened back then, regardless of who was right or wrong, do you think that you have been getting by like this, and after you die, do you really have the face to see my ancestors of the Qin clan!"

"When the time comes, in front of the ancestors and the ancestors, you still put all the responsibility and sin on my brother, won't the ancestors and the ancestors be angry with you, and they won't beat you hard!"

"Won't you press it on the ground and rub it hard?"

Elders: "......"

After a long silence, the Great Elder shook his head and sighed, and nodded.

"That's fine."

"Then according to the patriarch's meaning, let's not talk about the sins of this son, after all, he is also my Qin clan bloodline, he should be saved, he still has to be saved."