Chapter 12 (1/2)

Yu Ziyang took Qiu Yun into the hospital, and the two took the elevator to the ninth floor. When he stepped out of the elevator, Qiu Yun's eyes immediately took a trace of vigilance. The ninth floor is the intensive care unit, but now the ninth floor is full of people in black. These people in black have vigilance in their eyes, and everyone has a strong breath.

”Young master...”

When Yu Ziyang and Qiu Yun came to the door of a ward, two people in black stopped their way. Yu Ziyang helplessly shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands. The two bodyguards carefully checked Yu Ziyang and nodded.

”This is my friend. I have something to tell my father.”

Yu Ziyang pointed to Qiu Yun and said that the two bodyguards looked at Qiu Yun and came to Qiu Yun. Qiu Yun, like Yu Ziyang, raised his hand and asked the bodyguard to start the inspection.

”What is this?”

The bodyguard took out a small cloth bag from Qiu Yun's pocket.

”Silver needle...”

Qiu Yun whispered. The two bodyguards opened the cloth bag, carefully checked it, and finally nodded. Push open the ward to enter, but there is another world in it. Push open the ward and there is a door. After passing through this door, two people enter the ward. After entering the ward, Qiu Yun swallowed his saliva.

Where is this ward? This is a luxury villa, which is more luxurious than the house of song culture. Various supporting facilities are available one by one, and on the sofa, an old man is watching the news. In the room, two middle-aged men in Tang clothes stood behind the old man. Both of them exuded a familiar smell.

”Dad...”

Yu Ziyang whispered after seeing the old man.

”Why are you willing to come back today?”

The old man was dressed in silk clothes, with a kind face and a feeling of immortality. But looking at the old man's face, Qiu Yun knew that the old man's condition was very serious.

”Dad, this is my friend. Ancestral medicine... ”

Yu Ziyang looked at Yu Shiyang and whispered. Hearing Yu Ziyang's words, the two middle-aged people behind Yu Shiyang immediately looked at Qiu Yun with vigilance in their eyes. Yu Shiyang slowly raised his head and looked at Qiu Yun. Qiu Yun had a faint smile on his face.

”Come on, boy.”

After a long time, Yu Shiyang said with a smile. Yu Ziyang was relieved to hear Yu Shiyang's words. Qiu Yun nodded to Yu Shiyang, gently put his hand on Yu Shiyang's pulse and began to explore.

Qiu Yun forced his eyes, but there was always a faint smile on his face. After a while, Qiu Yun opened his eyes and looked at the two middle-aged people behind Yu Shiyang. Seeing this scene, Yu Shiyang flashed a strange light in his eyes.

”Little guys, they are all their own people. Don't worry about anything.”

Yu Shiyang said softly.

”Grandpa, you've been sick for ten years.”

Qiu Yun's words stunned the old man. He didn't expect Qiu Yun to say the time of his illness at once.

”In the past ten years, Grandpa, your memory is getting worse and worse, and your temper is getting worse and worse. Most importantly, Grandpa, your appetite has changed. ”

Qiu Yun's words made the old man stare, especially the last one, which only a few people know. Yu Ziyang was even more excited when he heard Qiu Yun's words.

”Brother Yun, what's the matter with my father's illness? Can you cure it? ”

Yu Ziyang asked quickly, with expectation in his eyes. The old man also looked at Qiu Yun curiously. Over the years, there are countless famous doctors who have treated the old man, both traditional Chinese medicine and Western medicine, and have seen it all over China and abroad, but Qiu Yun is the first one who can see the condition only by virtue of his pulse.

”Yes, but there's some trouble. The old man is not ill. But poisoned... ”

Qiu Yun's words made the four people stare. Yu Ziyang trembled and watched Qiu Yun take a deep breath.

”Brother Yun, is my father's situation the same as mine?”

Yu Ziyang asked seriously, and Qiu Yun nodded. This sentence made Yu Shiyang squint and look at Qiu Yun and Yu Ziyang curiously.

”Little guy, are you sure I'm poisoned?”

Yu Shiyang asked seriously.

”It's really poison, but it's not ordinary poison. Have you ever heard of Gu? ”

Qiu Yun whispered. Hearing the word Gu, the old man's face changed dramatically.

”You mean I was poisoned?”

The old man looked at Qiu Yun and his face became very serious. Qiu Yun nodded. The old man's look had told Qiu Yun something. The old man absolutely knows what Gu is, otherwise he would never look like this.

The old man slowly recovered his calm, but Qiu Yun saw a trace of murderous spirit in his eyes. Obviously, the old man knows something.