Song Jing took his wrist out of Shi Yan's hand, lowered his eyes and said coldly: "No, I'm not familiar with it."
Shi Yan was not angry, "It doesn't matter. It will be cooked after you give it a few more times. Just wait for me. The old man just woke up. I have something to say to him."
Song Jing curled his lips and did not say that he would wait for him. He picked up his backpack and walked out. Qin Yicheng nodded to Shi Yan and hurriedly followed Song Jing's footsteps.
The old housekeeper paused and whispered: "Sir, the relationship between Miss Song and Qin Guoshou seems to be unusual. Do you need to check it out?"
"No need." Shi Yan walked to the bed.
The old housekeeper understood, nodded and exited the bedroom.
Only Shi Yan and Mr. Shi who had just woken up were left in the bedroom.
"Speak directly if you have something to say, I'm not energetic." Mr. Shi had just woken up, but his energy was still sluggish. He lay on the bed and spoke with sleepy eyes.
"You are not sick, but someone has administered a rare chronic poison that cannot be detected by Western medical instruments."
Mr. Shi's eyes trembled, "You can probably guess it. How long has this chronic poison been in my body?"
"Four or five years." Shi Yan softened his tone, "I'm telling you just to give you an idea. I will handle the rest."
Mr. Shi didn't speak for a long time. After a while, he let out a long breath and said with disappointment: "They are your relatives after all. If you can leave a way to survive, don't kill them all."
"You have a good rest." Shi Yan's eyes darkened, and he didn't know whether to kill them all or leave a way to survive.
The old man has had chronic poison in his body for four or five years. This kind of poison cannot be cast overnight, so it can only be done by people from the Shi family.
Four or five years ago, it was the time when the old man decided to make Shi Yan the successor of the Shi family and let Shi Yan start taking over various businesses of the Shi family.
Some people were unwilling to not be able to inherit the family business and to continue to be inferior to others, so they finally came up with this despicable and vicious method.
Shi Yan stepped out of the old man's bedroom, his eyes were cold and murderous!
The old man asked him to think about family affection and let some people go, but when certain people poisoned them, when did he think about family affection.
They poisoned him with the intention of killing the old man and taking his life.
Shi Yan said in a deep voice to Jia Yi and Jia Er at the door, "Leave no one behind." He never did anything without uprooting the weeds. What's more, those people were never relatives in his eyes.
"Yes, sir." Jiayi and Jiaer took the order to do something.
The old housekeeper came back with the cooked liquid food. He was so frightened by the cold aura of Shi Yan that he did not dare to move forward rashly.
"For Grandpa?" Shi Yan glanced at the liquid food in the bowl.
"Yes. Miss Song gave the order, saying that the old man can have some liquid food after he wakes up."
"Yeah." Shi Yan nodded, "Where is she?"
The old housekeeper was very smart, "Miss Song and Qin Guoshou are in the front yard."
Shi Yan said nothing more and walked towards the front yard to find the little girl.
Song Jing leaned on a rockery with his legs bent, picked up smooth and beautiful pebbles on the roadside, and threw them into the small pond next to him. He lowered his eyes and asked casually, "If you don't stay at the research institute, why are you going back to the imperial capital?"
"I'm not thinking that the Shi family has not found a miracle doctor, and the consultation fees are sky-high, so I just want to make money from him and take it back to the institute as research funds." Qin Yicheng took the opportunity to say: "The genetic research we did some time ago has changed again.
If it fails, the last money you transferred to the institute’s account will only be over 40 million.”
Research is always the most expensive project. If you can achieve results, it's fine. If you can't, it's a bottomless pit of money, and there's no hope.
But this genetic research project happened to be left by Song Jing's parents, and Song Jing could not let it go.
Not only is it related to her parents' half-life efforts, but it may also be related to her parents' death.
"I'll transfer it again." Song Jing took out her mobile phone and transferred all the money in the card to the institute's account. There was only thirty-two yuan left in her account.
Now she couldn't afford to wait for a banquet. She couldn't afford a train ticket from the imperial capital back to Haicheng.
So poor.
I don’t know if she can give Shi Yan any practical benefits after curing Mr. Shi, such as transferring money or something.
Song Jing clicked his tongue and put away his phone.
"Hey." Qin Yicheng sighed, "How much money have you made in the past ten years? It would scare people to death to tell you the numbers, but I still wear street stall goods worth twenty or thirty yuan. Otherwise, if you study us..."
"We can't stop!" Song Jing opened his eyelids, looked at him coldly, lowered his eyes again, and softened his tone, "Continue to study, I will find a way to deal with the money."
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this." Qin Yicheng raised his hands and surrendered. He knew very well that eighty thousand horses couldn't pull back what this little ancestor had decided. If he said a few more words, she would be impatient.
"If I had known you were at Shi's house, I would have stayed at the institute and not come. I wasted three or four days going back and forth."
Song Jing suddenly raised his lips and smiled, "Aren't you here to support your nephew?"
When Qin Yicheng heard her mention this, he quickly begged for mercy, "Master, uncle, please forgive me this time. I really didn't know you were in the Shi family."
"Master, uncle, please, please, please don't mention this matter to my master or my master, otherwise I will really be expelled from the master."
Song Jing was noncommittal. She had no intention of arguing with Qin Yicheng about this matter.
"Invite me to a meal." Song Jing threw away the last pebble in his hand, "I haven't had a sip of water since I woke up in the morning. I'm hungry."
Qin Yicheng paused, "You transferred all the money to the research institute again and didn't leave any money for yourself?"
"Thirty-two dollars left."
"..." Qin Yicheng was speechless.
She transfers hundreds of millions to the research institute without blinking an eye, but she usually only has tens or hundreds of dollars left on her, and the clothes she wears are always street stall goods worth twenty or thirty dollars.
What kind of awesome character is this, rich, poor and miserable?
"Let's go, I'll take you to eat hot pot." Qin Yicheng said as he took out his mobile phone, "I'll transfer one thousand to you. Summer is coming. It's time for you to buy some clothes. Don't always wear the two or three pieces you had a few years ago.
A T-shirt costing more than ten yuan.”
It's not that he doesn't want to transfer more money to Song Jing, but that Song Jing won't accept it at all if he transfers too much.
"It's not bad, it's still wearable." Song Jing took out his mobile phone, checked the amount of his transfer and collected the money, "Thanks."
"No matter what you thank me, it's my duty to honor my uncle." Qin Yicheng knew that apart from Song Jing's love for eating meat, he didn't care about other things such as food, clothing, housing and transportation. No amount of persuasion was of any use, because what she pursued was never
These superficial things.
Qin Yicheng really admired her and was willing to do things for her. He was so convinced that he was even called "little master and uncle".
"Sensible. Next time your master tests you, I will put in a good word for you."
Song Jing now has a huge asset of one thousand and thirty-two yuan, so he doesn't plan to wait for a banquet to give her.
After all, when she sees Shi Yan, she will think of the 500 million she has not earned, and she will be very annoyed!