Gu Feng narrowed his eyes.

He found that the guy who attacked Zhao Si that night also had a big red sachet hanging around his waist, and it was exactly the same as the sachet on the waist of the old man in front of him.

Could it be that they know each other?

As soon as Gu Feng had this idea in his mind, he heard Meng Heshan say to the old man on the sofa: "Master Yang, let me introduce you to me, this is my second brother, Meng Haichuan."

"Hello Master Yang!" Meng Haichuan greeted him casually.

"Yes." The old man nodded slightly, glanced at Meng Haichuan, and his eyes fell on Meng Heshan's face, and said lightly: "Where is the patient? Take me to see."

As for Gu Feng, he was completely ignored.

"Please, Master Yang." Meng Haichuan respectfully made an invitation gesture and took the old man straight to Mr. Meng's room.

Gu Feng and Meng Haichuan followed closely behind.

"Master Yang, please show it to my father." Meng Heshan said.

The old man sat down by the bed without saying a word, then grabbed Mr. Meng's pulse, looked for a while, and said, "If I read it correctly, the patient should have been poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Meng Heshan was stunned, then shook his head and said, "My father is responsible for his diet, how could he be poisoned?"

"Yes, I am responsible for the master's diet, and every time the meal is ready, I will taste it first. If there is a diet problem, I will definitely be poisoned." Li Bo also said.

The old man said: "The poison in the patient is not an ordinary poison [Novel Novel      ], but a mysterious poison."

As soon as this said, Meng Haichuan couldn't help but look at Gu Feng, and his eyes were shocked, because when he invited Gu Feng to his house last time, Gu Feng also said that the old man was poisoned by the poison.

"Gu Poison?" Meng Heshan was stunned: "What is that?"

"It's a kind of Miaojiang witchcraft." The old man replied.

"Witchcraft? Who performed witchcraft on my father? Second brother, what do you think you should do? Someone will be unfavorable to my father." Meng Heshan seemed very disputable and asked Meng Haichuan.

Meng Haichuan ignored him and asked the old man: "Master Yang, you said my father was poisoned by the poison, so how can you cure it?"

"Yes!" the old man continued: "However, it is not easy to treat the poison, and it costs a lot of gods."

Meng Haichuan immediately understood and said, "Master Yang, as long as my father can be cured, I will definitely not treat you badly. You should offer a price?"

The old man pondered for a moment and stretched out a finger.

On the side, Meng Heshan thought he had understood the old man's meaning and rushed to say, "No problem. Master Yang, as long as you can cure your father, I will give you ten million."

After saying that, the old man shook his head.

"Master Yang, what do you mean?" Meng Heshan was puzzled.

The old man said: "I am not talking about ten million, but one hundred million."

"One hundred million?" Meng Heshan was shocked.

Even Gu Feng couldn't help frowning when he heard this number. As a doctor, saving lives and healing the wounded is a duty. If he can make money by curing diseases and saving people, it would be a bit too much.

Moreover, the old man said such words at this time, and there was a bit of a blackmail.

really.

There was displeasure between Meng Haichuan's eyebrows.

"Second brother, look..."

"Master Yang wants 100 million, right? Yes, as long as you can save my father." Meng Haichuan agreed on the spot.

A trace of joy flashed in the old man's eyes, and he immediately said, "I didn't explain it clearly just now. 100 million is just the medical treatment fee for me once. The poison in your father's body is very serious. I need to treat it three times before he can recover."

Three times are 300 million.

Gu Feng cursed in his heart, this old guy is quite greedy!

"As long as Master Yang can cure my father, money is not a problem." Meng Haichuan changed the subject, "Of course, if something goes wrong during the treatment process, then I'm sorry, don't blame me, Meng, for turning against me, and sending you to prison."

"You can rest assured about this. I said that if he can cure him, he can cure him." The old man seemed very confident.

"Master Yang, when did you start treating my father?" Meng Heshan asked.

"Treat now." The old man finished speaking, took out a small rectangular wooden box from his cuffs and opened it, with a row of silver needles placed inside.

The old man pinched a silver needle and was about to apply it when he suddenly saw a needle hole in Mr. Meng's temple. He stopped and asked with a calm face: "Who has given him an injection?"
Chapter completed!