At seven o'clock in the evening, heavy snow fell in Chang'an City, and there was a strong wind.
The lights in the Han family mansion were brightly lit and people were walking around in a hurry. Ambulances from several famous hospitals were parked in the courtyard, including even the largest private hospital in Chang'an City.
Seven or eight experts stood in the bedroom on the second floor of the villa, looking at Han Ziye who was lying on the bed with a pale face and dying, showing a troubled expression.
"dad!"
Just when the atmosphere in the room was frozen to the extreme, a quick crying voice broke the silence.
Following the old man of the housekeeper, Han Xiaoxiao, who was in a hurry, had tears streaming down his eyes, rushed into the room, and threw himself next to Han Ziye: "Dad, wake up, don't scare me."
"Doctor Zhong, how is the situation?"
The old man looked at Han Ziye who was lying on the bed and could only breathe out but not in. He frowned and asked in a low voice.
"I'm afraid..."
"Get ready for the funeral."
Dr. Zhong sighed longly, shook his head and said.
"No, it's impossible. My dad will definitely be fine."
Hearing the words "preparing for funeral arrangements", Han Xiaoxiao turned pale with fright, trembled all over, kept shaking her head, and cried so pitifully that it made people feel distressed.
"Mr. Yang, look quickly, look at my dad."
Han Xiaoxiao, who lost his mind for a moment, suddenly thought of something. He quickly looked up at Yang Chen who was standing at the door with his hands in his pockets. He rushed forward and bowed at 90 degrees: "Mr. Yang, as long as you can let me
Dad, wake up, I will agree to whatever you want, and I will never go back on it!"
"Don't be nervous, your dad won't die as long as I'm here."
Yang Chen helped Han Xiaoxiao up in front of him, then walked straight to the hospital bed, sat down slowly, grabbed Han Ziye's wrist, and a stream of true energy entered his body and began to explore.
"Steward Nian, who is this? You're saying something serious. Expert consultations from several of our major hospitals are helpless. How can such a boy wake up Mr. Han?"
Zhong Ming is also a famous traditional Chinese medicine expert at Chang'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, who is quite authoritative especially in the field of cardiovascular diseases. He is also the vice president of Chang'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
He looked at Yang Chen's brows and asked.
"Doctor Zhong, this is what the lady invited me to do. I don't know. But our Mr. Han is already like this, so we can just let him try."
The old man also looked at Yang Chen with some disbelief, and forced a smile on his face.
"Are you a Chinese medicine practitioner?"
At this moment, Yang Chen suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhong Ming.
"yes."
Zhong Ming nodded proudly and said, "I am Zhong Ming, the vice president of Chang'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."
"I'll borrow the silver needle."
Yang Chen raised his hand to indicate that he didn't care about Zhong Ming's identity at all.
"Boy, what are you talking about? This is President Zhong, the most authoritative Chinese medicine expert in Chang'an City. Do you still want to bring Mr. Han back from hell with a silver needle?"
Another Chinese medicine doctor, seizing the opportunity to flatter him, quickly stood up and said.
"You still claim to be an expert in traditional Chinese medicine like this? Are there no people in your Chang'an Traditional Chinese Medicine Association?"
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders, then turned to look at Han Xiaoxiao who kept wiping his tears: "Miss Han, do you have any silver needles? If you really don't have any, embroidery needles will do. I want eighteen."
"Give!"
"I would like to see if you have any ability. You can use a pair of silver needles to bring Mr. Han back to life!"
At this moment, Zhong Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Yang Chen, a little angry. He then waved his hand and threw a silver needle belt in front of Yang Chen.
"Thank you, you can go out now."
Yang Chen waved his hand indifferently.
"What do you mean? Let us out? Who are you?"
The Chinese medicine doctor next to Zhong Ming looked at Yang Chen and was about to jump with anger.
"Everyone, please go out for a moment."
At this moment, Han Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears with a serious look in her eyes: "It's a matter of my father's life and death. Our Han family doesn't want any problems to arise. I hope you can understand!"
"Walk!"
Zhong Ming gritted his back teeth. Although he was very dissatisfied with Yang Chen's appearance, the Han family was a big family in Chang'an City after all. As the vice president of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, he could not afford to offend.
"Mr. Yang, please, please save my father."
After Zhong Ming left, Han Xiaoxiao quickly wiped away her tears, her eyes shining with longing.
"Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you. But please remember the agreement between us, Miss Han."
"You can go out too."
Yang Chen squinted his eyes, and his left hand had been secretly helping Han Ziye transmit his true energy to maintain the stability of his heart.
"Miss, let's go out first."
The old man pulled the hesitant Han Xiaoxiao and left the bedroom.
"Poison, I didn't expect there are people in Chang'an City who know this kind of poison from southern Yunnan."
After everyone left, Yang Chen slowly pulled out the silver needle, looked at Han Ziye, who had a pale face and black lips, waved his right hand, and quickly pierced several silver needles.
Half an hour, every minute and every second passes like a year.
Standing at the door, Han Xiaoxiao clenched her pink fist tightly, wandering back and forth, gritting her teeth nervously.
Zhong Ming and others stood together, looking indifferent, waiting to see Yang Chen's joke.
"Smile!"
At this moment, a weak voice suddenly came from the bedroom.
"dad!"
Hearing the sound in the room, Han Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, then with an ecstatic expression on his face, he pushed the door open and entered.
The old man, the housekeeper, followed closely behind and called him the head of the family.
Zhong Ming and the others looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes and quickly rushed into the room.
Han Xiaoxiao, who rushed in, looked at Han Ziye who was lying on the bed with a slightly rosy face and chapped lips. Tears welled up in his eyes. He burst into tears and threw himself directly on Han Ziye: "Dad, you finally woke up, I...
I thought I would never see you again, wuwuwuwu..."
"Why are you crying? It's okay."
"As long as Mr. Yang is here, dad will not die."
The weak Han Ziyi raised her hand and gently stroked her daughter's hair. A trace of distress flashed in her eyes, and she immediately raised her head to look at Yang Chen: "Mr. Yang, thank you. Without you, my Han family would be in trouble."
It's going to be ruined at my hands."
"No thanks, I should."
Yang Chen said, slowly finishing the silver needle strap, and then raised his hand and handed it to Zhong Ming, who was standing at the door with his eyes widened: "Old Zhong, the silver needle is pretty good."
"Yang Chen? Are you Yang Chen, the medical king who cured the medical sage Bian Nian at the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Association conference held in Tianmen City some time ago?"
Zhong Ming's eyes were full of disbelief. He walked forward excitedly, took the silver needle belt with both hands, and asked.
"Um...it's me. I didn't expect that I would be discovered despite being so low-key."
Yang Chen bared his teeth and scratched his head.
"Oh my god, it's really him."
"I didn't expect that I would meet the Medical King Yang Chen!"
"No wonder I was able to pull Mr. Han back from hell just now with just a silver needle. I'm afraid he is the only one in China who can do this!"
Several other doctors also looked at Yang Chen with admiration and whispered.
"Mr. Yang, thank you so much. I...I don't know how to repay you."
Just when the room was very lively, Han Xiaoxiao finally calmed down, walked forward, looked at Yang Chen, his eyes were red, and he smiled through tears.
"Xiaoxiao, thank you for nothing. He is your fiancé. Saving my father-in-law's life should be nothing."
Han Ziyi, who was lying on the bed, looked at Yang Chen with squinted eyes and teased.