Ye Fei did not spend the night at Song Hongyan's house, and still faced him all night in the clinic.

During this sleep, he slept until eight o'clock the next morning. After yawning and washing up, he was about to go downstairs to have breakfast, but he heard the phone ringing sharply.

Ye Fei picked it up and answered it, and soon heard Sun Bufan’s excited voice: “My master, it’s not good, Mr. Jia is poisoned again.”

Poisoned again?

It's really his uncle.

Ye Fei quickly grabbed his coat and rushed towards Jin Zhilin. Soon, he appeared in the temporary clinic.

He found that Mr. Jia was lying on the chair with a black complexion, his breathing was as rapid as the previous two times, and his cheeks were blue.

Sun Bufan and Aunt Jia were in a hurry.

He was really poisoned... Ye Fei picked up the silver needle and quickly detoxified Mr. Jia. After half an hour of tossing, Mr. Jia woke up from vomiting.

Ye Fei glanced at the vomit this time before Sun Bufan was thrown away.

"Doctor Ye, what's going on?"

Aunt Jia looked at Ye Fei with a sad face: "Why are you so old, why are you poisoned every few days?"

Ye Fei washed his hands, "Sun Bufan, did you go to Mr. Jia's house yesterday?"

Sun Bufan nodded repeatedly: "I went there and brought a detective, but I didn't find any problems with Mr. Jia's water source and food."

Aunt Jia spread her hands and said, "Yes, there is no problem with my family."

Ye Fei remembered the vomit just now, and then asked Mr. Jia and the others: "Have you taken any pills these days?"

"pill?"

Aunt Jia was stunned at first, then shuddered: "Yes, yes, he has been taking White Bird Black Phoenix Pills recently."

"No way?"

Mr. Jia was stunned: "How can the blood-replenishing pills my son took back directly from the factory be poisonous?"

Ye Fei suddenly looked up: "White bird and black phoenix balls?"

Can you show it to me?"

"You wait."

Aunt Jia ran home in a flash, and soon she came back panting and handed Ye Fei a box in her hand: "Little miracle doctor, this is it."

She was worried about sequelae.

Ye Fei took it over and saw a box that had not been labeled. It was simply written with the black bird and white phoenix balls and produced by Chunfeng Clinic.

When I opened the box, there were six grids inside, three black pills lying down, while the other three grids were empty, obviously eaten by Mr. Jia.

Ye Fei asked: "Where did you get this pill?"

Aunt Jia looked hesitant.

Mr. Jia took over the topic: "What's wrong with this?"

"My son works in a small pharmaceutical factory and specializes in producing Chinese herbal medicine products for people. I heard that this pill is a new product and will be available next month."

"He knew that I had poor blood and blood, so he took a box back. I took a try and ate one every morning."

"I didn't feel anything when I was eating, I just had a little bit of heat..." He asked back: "Little miracle doctor, is there something wrong with this product?"

Aunt Jia [     www.boquge.xyz] was extremely nervous: "Is it because of the poisoning?"

"I don't know for the time being."

Ye Fei thought for a while and said, "Uncle Jia, I can trust my words. Put this medicine here and I will have someone test it."

"I will pay you how much money you bought."

He looked at the client and it was Lin Qiuling's Chunfeng Clinic.

Mr. Jia waved his hands repeatedly: "No money, no money. My son didn't give this thing either."

My son works in a pharmaceutical factory and his salary is not high. The only benefit is that he will come back several boxes of products from time to time.

It's fine after eating for several years.

Ye Fei asked: "Which pharmaceutical factory does your son work in?"

Mr. Jia replied, "It seems to be in the suburbs, with the name of Shenzhou Pharmaceutical Factory..." When Ye Fei hesitated whether to remind Lin Qiuling, Zhonghai First Hospital was in chaos.

Bai Ruge's condition was still stable last night, but this morning it dropped instantly, and all major life indicators fell into dangerous areas.

Beeping alarms sounded one after another.

"What's going on?

Did you feel good last night?

Why did it turn out like this in the morning?”

Jin Ningbing, who rushed over, had a serious face: "What's wrong with it?"

"We don't know this...this is not known."

"Yes, we kept staring at the patient, no one had touched her body, and the potion was injected as ordered by the doctor."

"Maybe the patient itself has deteriorated, but this is too paradoxical, right?

The situation suddenly fell down like a cliff..." "This is approaching the harsh situation in the car accident, so we must undergo surgery immediately."

More than a dozen doctors wiped the sweat on their foreheads and gave their own advice.

"The situation is very dangerous. Now the operation is very risky. We must first stabilize the situation."

Jin Ningbing looked at the data, then glanced at Bai Ruge, and her pretty face changed: "Why are there only eight needles left?

What about one more?

Who pulled it out?"

She found that Bai Ruge had only eight silver needles left.

"I don't know, we didn't pull it out."

"It is probably because the silver needle is unstable and falls off, or the patient's qi and blood flow are running away."

Several doctors replied in a daze.

Jin Ningbing looked carefully, then leaned over and picked up a silver needle from the floor: "It seems that it fell down accidentally."

"If one needle is missing, the effect of the acupuncture method is greatly reduced, and the condition of the patient will inevitably worsen."

"But it doesn't matter, Xiao Yan just applies the needle again."

Jin Ningbing quickly made a decision and shouted to Lin Xiaoyan in the ward: "Xiaoyan, you can apply acupuncture to stabilize the patient's condition. I will arrange for Dr. Liu and others to perform the operation."

Lin Xiaoyan's face turned pale, her hands and feet were trembling, and she had no answer, and her intestines that were regretful were about to turn blue.

She pulled the silver needle.

When I came to the ward in the morning, Lin Xiaoyan was dissatisfied when she thought of Ye Fei's shouting not to pull the needle. She was unhappy and secretly pulled out a silver needle, which ended up being a big shot.

Now I'm still putting myself on the stage.

"Xiaoyan, why are you doing in a daze?

Apply the needle quickly.”

Jin Ningbing shouted anxiously at Lin Xiaoyan: "The patient's condition is very dangerous."

Lin Xiaoyan struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Director Jin, the patient's condition has deteriorated, I...I can't control it."

"Your joke is so unfunny."

Jin Ningbing scolded: "The patient just had a car accident yesterday, and the seriously injured stepped into the gate of hell. You can use the silver needle to stabilize the disease and save her."

"The situation is ten times better now than when a car accident, why can't you control it?"

"Stop kidding, it's important. Take the time to save people..." She said dissatisfied: "Or what happens, Mr. Ma and the others will definitely be angry."

Lin Xiaoyan looked desperate: "Director Jin, one time, another..." "Director Jin, what's wrong with my daughter?"

Before Lin Xiaoyan could further defend her, Ma Jiacheng and his wife ran in from outside, looking anxious: "Have the condition worsened?"

"How could this happen?"

“Didn’t you say it was very stable last night?

Just the surgery is done at 9 o'clock today.”

Seeing his pretty face as pale as paper, Mrs. Ma almost fell down in a flash: "Didn't you say there is no danger?

How did it become like this?"

"Mr. Ma, Mrs. Ma, don't worry."

Jin Ningbing comforted the two: "With Xiaoyan here, Miss Ma will be fine."

Mrs. Ma screamed: "What's the point of face has become like this, will it be fine?"
To be continued...