C8 Strike

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

However, Song Ziyang did not have any good impression of his Wei Family before this.

He looked around and saw that Wei Laosan and the rest were still looking at him with resentment. Song Ziyang couldn't help but smile, "You can only wait for such a rude and unreasonable person. In my opinion, I'm afraid your grandfather's illness can only be treated differently!"

"I am still the same as before, what problems did my martial uncle's family have, don't even think about living on your Wei Family!"

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

Hearing that, Sang Biao's face turned green. He could tell that Song Ziyang's strength was at least at the fourth heaven, so it didn't sound like a big deal to him.

No one in the entire Jiang Prefecture could have such strength. Moreover, he was so young, and his future was limitless.

"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!

The bodyguards around them received Wei Laosan's order. 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 know grandpa's current situation is not optimistic. Now that finally the doctor is here, you still want to hurt him, what's the meaning of this?"

Seeing this, Song Ziyang obviously couldn't stay any longer. This was their family's matter, and since they were not going to see a doctor today, he walked out of 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?"

"What's more, haven't you heard that this person is Jiang Guanglin's martial nephew?!" Even he, Jiang Guanglin Zhi, 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.

However, Wei Xinyi didn't pay any attention to Wei Laosan and was about to leave when she saw Song Ziyang.

"BOOM!"

She kneeled down facing 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 beg you to save my grandpa's life. If my grandpa has a chance of returning, I am willing to help Mr. Song... " Saying so, 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 he bear the weight in the future?

Seeing that the Wei Family Miss was able to kneel down and ask for medical treatment with sincerity, Song Ziyang's steps paused in mid-air and then retreated.

"Bastard!"

Just as Song Ziyang was about to speak, Wei Laosan shouted angrily. It wasn't towards Song Ziyang, but Wei Xinyi, who was kneeling on the ground.

"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. He spat out foam from his mouth and clenched his 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 flatly.

These words moved Song Ziyang, 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, hurry up and get up. I, Song Ziyang, am a doctor of grass. I can't stand this kind of treatment!"

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

Song Ziyang 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, he 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 for him, Song Ziyang became angry and released all of his aura.

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

At this moment, Wei Laosan also revealed a look of surprise!

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. Previously, when he made a move, he could also tell that Song Ziyang had 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 that, Sang Biao also looked at Wei Laosan with a look of schadenfreude. He remembered that Wei Laosan said he would kill him after the old man died, but didn't he also have a look of shock?

It was enough to vent his anger!

Song Ziyang supported Wei Xinyi as they stood up slowly. Wei Xinyi's beautiful eyes were filled with joy and excitement when she looked at Song Ziyang.

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

Initially, she did not understand why Jiang Guanglin was already the chief physician of Jiangzhou Hospital. Logically, he should be someone with true medical skills.

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

So, even in the face of the huge Wei Family as well as 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 words and confront each other.

This made Wei Xinyi determined to ask Song Ziyang to take a look for her grandpa.

"Mr. Song, please go to the doctor."

Wei Xinyi explained to Song Ziyang when she saw that the surrounding people were all shocked.

Wu Tie nodded. The few of them walked through the spacious front hall and the Central Courtyard 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.

The pulse of his meridians was as weak as a extinguished candle flame, and it was barely detectable. Song Ziyang used his Real Qi to slowly probe downwards, and it extended the flow of Old Master Wei's Jing and Mai before finally returning to Wu Tie'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.

Song Ziyang had already made up his mind.

Song Ziyang raised his delicate eyebrows and said, "Miss Wei, I have already investigated Old Master Wei's condition and it is very serious. If we delay it any longer, I fear that his life will be in danger!"

Wei Laosan, who was standing at the side, had a joyous expression on his silent face. This old thing was finally going to die!

When Wei Xinyi heard that her grandfather was very ill, she felt anxious and looked at Song Ziyang anxiously: "Sorry to trouble you, Master Song, to think of a way for my grandfather!"

"Miss Wei, don't worry. Although the situation is urgent, I can control it as long as I use acupuncture and moxibustion. However, I don't have absolute confidence in being able to treat it well."

While saying that, Song Ziyang carefully checked the facial expressions of everyone around him.

Because Old Master Wei's illness was caused by poison, before Song Ziyang was certain who did it, he did not want to easily tell them that he had full confidence that he could 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! "

Liu Tie said in a threatening tone with a stern expression on his face when he heard that Song Ziyang had the ability to make Old Master Wei hang his head high in the air.

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 didn't say anything. He looked at Wei Xinyi: "Miss Wei, if you agree, then I'll make a move?"

Wei Xinyi looked closely at Song Ziyang and saw the sincerity in his eyes. She nodded slightly.

He could be considered to have acquiesced.

After getting Wei Xinyi's confirmation, Song Ziyang took out an exquisite cloth bag. As he slowly opened it, it was actually gold needles.

Song Ziyang picked out a medium length golden needle and used it to temporarily disinfect it using an alcohol flame. Then, he gave Wei Xinyi a reassured look.

Then, he opened Old Master Wei's shirt wide.

After taking a closer look, Song Ziyang's eyes seemed to see through Old Master Wei's skin. At his heart, there was a lump of jet-black smoke like air, which was faintly discernible.

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 inserted the inch-long golden needle into 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 quickly retracted the golden needle.

Old Master Wei's expression finally calmed down, and his tightly knitted eyebrows 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! "