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Although Wei Xinyi was like a fairy in water, she was also very polite.

However, Song Ziyang did not have any good impressions of their Wei Family previously.

Song Ziyang's voice was calm, but it carried a dense killing intent, and the temperature of the entire room dropped by quite a bit.

"Humph!" I'll let you, a brat, insult my Wei Family again and again in front of me. If I let you walk out of my Wei Family's gates today, then my Wei Family won't need to stay in Jiang Prefecture City any longer! "

Wei Laosan's eyes turned cold, their Wei Family was powerful, when had anyone ever dared to come and demonstrate their might?!

Even if the provincial leaders came to the Wei Family, they would still have to be polite. How could they let a little brat humiliate them again and again? So what if he was a martial artist, how could he withstand a large number of people?

He waved his hand!

After receiving Wei Laosan's orders, the surrounding bodyguards, even if they knew that they were no match for Song Ziyang, they still had to bite the bullet and charge forward!

"Stop!"

Wei Xinyi frowned, looked at the bodyguards, then looked at Wei Laosan: "Third Uncle, you should know that grandfather's current situation is no longer good. It's not easy for you to get a doctor to come, and you still want to injure him. What do you mean by that?"

Seeing that, Song Ziyang obviously could not stay any longer, as it was their own matter, and since he did not plan to see a doctor today, he decided to leave the house as soon as he took a step.

"Yes!" "What meaning can I have? This kid looks like he's only sixteen or seventeen. Even if he's a teacher or an expert, how high can his medical skills be?"

"Furthermore, haven't you heard that this person is that fellow Jiang Guanglin's junior nephew! Even he, Jiang Guanglin, has been treated to such a state, what virtue or ability do you think a brat like him has to be able to cure your grandfather's illness!? "

His voice was resolute and decisive, seemingly making sense everywhere.

But Wei Xinyi did not care about Wei Laosan at all, seeing that Song Ziyang was about to leave.

"BOOM!"

She knelt down right in front of Song Ziyang!

"Big!" Young Miss! You … How can you kneel! " The servant at the side was shocked. Wei Xinyi was currently representing their Wei Family's old man!

This kneel was something no one present could bear!

"Mr. Song! I plead for you to be able to save my grandfather's life. If my grandfather had any hope of returning to heaven, I am willing to serve Mr. Song with my dog and horse … " With that, he respectfully kowtowed to Song Ziyang. Everyone present sucked in a breath of cold air.

Wei Xinyi was the granddaughter that the old man doted on alone. She was the CEO and manager of Jiangzhou Industrial Wei Xinyi. But now, he was bowing and kowtowing to the youth. In the eyes of others, this was just a low price, how could she bear the weight in the future?

Seeing that, as the young miss of Wei Family, Song Ziyang was actually able to kneel down and ask for medical treatment with sincerity, causing Song Ziyang to pause in midair, and then return to his original position.

"Honorable young miss of the Wei Family, it is no longer appropriate to quietly beg a brat for help. Now you are even kneeling down!"

"You are doing things this way, if people spread the news, where would Wei Family's face go?! If it wasn't for second brother, I will definitely serve you today! "

Wei Laosan looked at Wei Xinyi who was kneeling on the ground with a pale face, spitting foam and clenching her fists tightly.

"Third Uncle only has Wei Family's face in his heart, but not his grandfather's life or death. Xinyi only knows that if there is someone who can bring her grandfather a sliver of hope, then even kowtow three times and nine times will ask for him to give her grandfather a diagnosis! " Wei Xinyi said to Wei Laosan calmly.

These words moved Song Ziyang, and he remembered one of the teachings of the ancestor. The tyrant, the fiend, was not a doctor. "Loyalists and filial piety cannot go untreated." Wei Laosan could be said to be the former, but Wei Xinyi was the latter.

"Miss Wei, quickly get up. I, Song Ziyang, am a doctor of grass.

"It is my duty to treat and save him. Today, I will take your grandfather's bloodline!"

Song Ziyang completely ignored Wei Laosan's murderous gaze.

With such a granddaughter, the old man of Wei Family must not be a tyrant. Since it's like this, she should return the young miss's kneeling gift!

"Haha!" What a joke! You won't be able to live a second longer! Hurry up and come up! "

Facing Wei Laosan's repeated attempts to make things difficult, Song Ziyang was one and released his aura.

All of a sudden, those bodyguards who were not even inner strength warriors jumped back in shock.

At this time, Wei Laosan also revealed a surprised look!

As he was immersed in that absolute aura just now, he could clearly feel it.

He already knew that there were strong practitioners of inner strength in this society, and Sang Biao was one of them. His previous actions also showed that Song Ziyang had an inner force cultivation.

However, he never expected that there would be such a brat? He actually had such a strong cultivation base.

Even a mere mortal like him could feel the aura emanating from it, which made him feel as if it could easily take his life.

This was also a person's sixth sense, and for a moment, he too was stunned in place.

As for Sang Biao, he was even more certain of what he was thinking. This boy's strength was definitely above the 4th Heavenly Layer!

My god!

How old was he!?

If his master came, wouldn't it be easy to pull up Wei Family?

Thinking about it, Sang Biao looked at Wei Laosan with a face full of schadenfreude. He remembered that Wei Laosan had said to kill him after the old man died, but he himself was just as shocked as a chicken.

It was enough to vent his anger!

Song Ziyang helped Wei Xinyi up slowly, and Wei Xinyi's beautiful eyes were filled with stars as she looked at Song Ziyang, full of surprise and joy.

Earlier, she had already noticed that Sang Biao's expression was a little abnormal as he looked at Song Ziyang, and even called him Mr. Song.

Initially, she also did not understand why Jiang Guanglin was already a principal physician in the Jiangzhou Hospital. Logically speaking, he was someone with true medical skills.

It was impossible to get a young man to treat her grandfather for no reason at all!

So even after seeing Song Ziyang in front of the enormous Wei Family, in front of Wei Laosan's might, he was still able to remain calm. Not only did he not show any fear, he even had the ability to speak sharp and confront each other.

This made Wei Xinyi determined to beg Song Ziyang to take a look for her grandfather.

"Mr. Song, please treat him."

Seeing that the surrounding people were stunned, Wei Xinyi explained to Song Ziyang.

Song Ziyang nodded, and they walked through the large front hall, center yard, and arrived in front of Old Master Wei's bed.

He was thin and yellow, and his skin reflected a faint black light. He had a feeling that this was a sign that he had been poisoned.

Twisting the fingers of his right hand, he lightly leaned onto Old Master Wei's wrist, his pulse as weak as a extinguished candle flame, barely detectable. Song Ziyang extended his True Qi down to his feet and slowly probed, circulating his True Qi once through Old Master Wei's meridians, before returning back to Song Ziyang's body.

Heart Meridian Poison Demon Powder!

It was an air control poison recorded in the Book of Nine Deaths. There were many ingredients, but the finished product was colorless, tasteless, and hard to detect. After being poisoned, there were no symptoms. After one or two months, he would faint and die with weak veins. The effect of this poison was to disrupt the body, reverse the flow of zhenqi, and finally attack the heart, causing death.

It was difficult for an ordinary doctor who could not control his Qi to probe further, and even if he could, it would be hard to save him without the Nine Deaths Medical Book.

After some thought, Song Ziyang came up with a plan.

Song Ziyang raised his eyebrows, "Miss Wei, I have already investigated the condition of Old Master Wei, and it is very serious. If we delay it any longer, it might cause my life to be in danger!"

Wei Laosan, who was standing by the side, upon hearing this, his face that had been sulking for a long time revealed a joyous expression. This old thing, was finally going to return to the West!

When Wei Xinyi heard that her grandfather's condition was extremely serious, she became anxious and looked at Song Ziyang anxiously: "I'll have to trouble Master Song to quickly think of a way for my grandfather!"

"Miss Wei, don't worry. Although the situation is urgent, as long as I use acupuncture, I can control it. However, I am not completely sure if it can be cured."

As he spoke, Song Ziyang carefully examined the facial expressions of everyone around him.

Because Old Master Wei's sickness was caused by poison, before Song Ziyang was uncertain who had done it, he did not want to easily tell them that he had complete confidence in being able to cure the poison.

"Humph!" Now that I have let you use acupuncture and moxibustion, if you are unable to cure my father's illness, I want to see how you will account for it then! "

When Wei Laosan heard that Song Ziyang had a method to make the Old Master Wei take a breath of relief, his expression turned stern and said fearfully.

In his heart, no matter how strong a person was, it should be difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, right? When he entered the school, he arranged for his subordinates to gather manpower. If you can fight against ten, I want to see if you can fight against one hundred.

What their Wei Family lacked the least were thugs!

Song Ziyang glanced at him but did not say anything. He only looked at Wei Xinyi: "Miss Wei, if you agree to it, I will make a move?"

Wei Xinyi stared intently at Song Ziyang. Seeing his sincere eyes, she seemed to have a plan.

He could be considered to have acquiesced.

After receiving Wei Xinyi's confirmation, Song Ziyang took out an exquisite cloth bag from his bosom. Following which, he slowly opened it, and there were gold needles in it.

He chose a medium length golden needle from among them and used it to temporarily disinfect it using an alcohol flame. Song Ziyang gave Wei Xinyi a reassured look.

Then, he opened up Old Master Wei's clothes.

After using the Imperial Qi to take a look, Song Ziyang's eyes seemed to be able to see through the Old Master Wei's skin.

This ancient poison was truly strange. Modern science and technology would not allow for such an ancient poison to strike at one's heart. Most of them would just die.

"Sick of heart and blood, it needs to be drawn to gold, export it outside the body, and then dissolve it into nothingness."

As he said that, Song Ziyang skillfully thrust the inch long golden needle into the Old Master Wei's heart.

Sometimes he would turn left, sometimes he would turn right.

It could be pulled up or it could sink down.

After a while, a black mark could be faintly seen on the pure golden needle.

The air was also filled with a black gas that was hard to be seen by the naked eye. The moment it touched the air, it disappeared into thin air.

Finally, Song Ziyang retrieved the golden needle back.

Old Master Wei's expression finally calmed down, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

His breathing was no different from a normal person's.

Seeing that, Wei Xinyi was so excited that her eyes were red.

"Mr. Song! Thank you so much! "