"I can only protect his heart for the time being."
Mr. Qin stabbed several silver needles on Jin's abdomen, protecting his heart meridian for the time being to prevent the toxin from spreading.
"Fortunately, your father is a cultivator, and he doesn't eat much toxins, otherwise there would be no chance of survival."
Mr. Qin said, prescribed a prescription and asked someone to take the medicine: "Drink this medicine can relieve the poison of the Nine-Level Brocade, but the poison of the Nine-Level Brocade is eliminated, and the weak balance between the three poisons is broken, Poinsettia and the remaining ones
The next poison conflict may kill him immediately.”
Even if I drink Poinsettia antidote first, the result is still like this. Old Qin can only do his best now. Whether he dies or lives depends on his life.
While speaking, Jin's father on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, gasped in his mouth, and spit out black blood.
"Old Qin, what should I do?" Jin's mother was so anxious that she was like an ant on the hot pan, but she had no choice.
"I can't do anything, either." Old Qin shook his head: "This is a symptom of poinsettia attack."
"Unless the three poisons can be cured together, otherwise...ah..." Old Qin sighed, constantly writing and painting on the paper, thinking about whether there was any solution.
"I'll go to Feilong Mountain again." Jin Feng rushed out hurriedly.
The golden mother looked at her son who was rushing out and her husband who was lying on the bed, forcing herself to calm down.
"Old Qin, tell me the truth, how much is the chance of rescuing?"
When she said this, Mother Jin's heart was thrusting.
"Let me come, there is no hope of survival."
Old Qin's words were like a sledgehammer, hitting her hard, making her dizzy and almost fell to the ground.
"However, if Chen Feng is there, it should be 30% or 40%."
Mr. Qin didn't dare to say it too absolutely. If Chen Feng didn't save anyone, it would inevitably make Jin Feng and his mother resent him.
When Jin's mother heard Mr. Qin say this, she kept begging Chen Feng to come soon.
......
Han Hao looked at Chen Feng who was still practicing, but he didn't dare to disturb him, so he could only watch outside the house.
Because Chen Feng set up a formation outside, no movement outside could be heard.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Han Hao's whole face pressing against the glass, staring at him tightly.
"What are you doing?" Chen Feng stood up and pushed the door and went out.
"Chen Feng, come with me!" Han Hao pulled Chen Feng away: "Jin Feng's father was poisoned, and the situation is unknown now."
"Poisoned?" Chen Feng held Han Hao's back neck, and his luck and spiritual energy quickly advanced towards the Jin family.
"Who!" The bodyguards looked at Chen Feng who suddenly appeared in the yard and rushed over and surrounded the two of them.
"I am Chen Feng." Chen Feng walked into the house. Before the bodyguards approached him, they were bounced away by the spiritual shield.
"Old Qin, how is the situation?"
Hearing Chen Feng's voice, Old Qin's eyes lit up and he hurried over to explain Jin's father's situation.
Chen Feng nodded and strided over, checked Jin's father's physical condition, quickly wrote down a prescription, and told Han Hao to decoct the medicine.
Using spiritual energy to protect Jinfu's heart, Chen Feng pulled out the previous silver needle and put it in again.