Chapter 104

A sixty year old man came in slowly. The old man has white temples, wrinkled face, white beard up to his chest. He looks like a virtuous man described in the novel of cultivating immortals. Standing beside him with a cute face, Yi is like his waiter.

"Put out the smoke."

The old man said, with a trace of anger in his voice, though not very loud, but full of majesty.

As soon as Li ruohai heard this, he quickly threw the cigarette to the ground, and then rubbed it hard on the cigarette with his feet.

After the cigarette was stamped out, Li ruohai was about to tell the old man about ye Ziheng, but before he could speak, he looked up and saw a shocking scene.

I saw Lujiang holding his cigarette in one hand and pulling the old man's beard in the other. He looked impatient.

"Ah ah, it's painful. My granddaughter is still here, so I can't save face."

The old man said with pain on his face that the previous pressure was gone, and the expression on his face made people laugh.

Xiaoyi and liruohai on one side couldn't help laughing after seeing this scene.

"Don't make any trouble, old Li. I'll help you with the treatment. This time it's not good. We're in big trouble."

Lu Jiang said, releasing his beard, and his face was full of color. He didn't look like a joke at all.

As soon as the old man called Li Laogui heard this, he knew that Lu Jiang was not joking with him. I'm afraid something really happened.

So he gently stroked his beard with his hand, and recovered his face.

"Where is the patient, and what is the injury?"

Old Li asked with a straight face.

But for these problems, Lu Jiang can only shake his head.

"I don't know. It should be poisoning, but it may not be ordinary poison. Anyway, I haven't seen it, and I'm not a psychic master. You'd better see it for yourself."

Say, step back, the leaf that will leave behind is constant exposed.

Seeing this, Li Laogui goes to ye Ziheng's face and reaches out to touch his cheeks. Then he pulls up ye Ziheng's hand and begins to feel for ye Ziheng.

With ye Ziheng's pulse, old Li's face gradually became ugly.

When Lu Jiang saw this, he was worried and wanted to ask questions, but he was afraid that he would disturb old Li's pulse, so he had to hold his words in his mouth.

After two or three minutes, old Li pulled back his hand with a dignified face.

"How is it?" Lu Jiang asked in a hurry.

Old Li looked at Lu Jiang, but couldn't help sighing.

Lu Jiang sighs when he sees old Li. He is angry and afraid.

Damn it, I'll tell you the situation. Can't you say it directly? Why do you have to sigh? Are you not happy if you don't hurry me to death!

Seeing Lu Jiang's slightly angry appearance, Li didn't dare to say anything more. He directly told him about ye Ziheng.

"The child is indeed poisoned, but this kind of poison is not easy to cure."

"Just tell me if there is any help."

Lu Jiang didn't want to say these things, and asked directly.

Old Li shrugged and shook his head.

"No help."

When Lu Jiang and Li ruohai listened to this, their faces turned pale and their brains were buzzing.

Seeing this scene, old Li seems to have realized something, pondered for a long time, and said again.

"Well, let's be clear. I just said that I'm not strong enough to save him, but if I'm a middle-class Shinto master, it should be very easy to save him. Moreover, he's safe for at least one month with the erosion rate of toxins in his body."