Only then did President Chen see Yuan Changsheng on the hospital bed covered in blood and was immediately shocked.

Yuan Hanhai sighed, his face full of helplessness.

And Zhang Lan was not like him, and she gave Yuan Qingzhi a fierce look and said to Mr. Sun and President Chen: "It's all this little bitch. She just brought in a boy with no hair. She lied to everyone that she could cure even the late stage of cancer."

"We were eager to save the old man, so we believed their nonsense. As a result, the boy took out a set of silver needles and slaps the old man. Before he could stop, the old man started bleeding all over his body."

"Everyone was scared. The boy actually said he was eliminating blood stasis in his body. Do you really think that others are fools?"

"I want to tell me that he is the murderer who invited Yuan Qingzhi to kill the old man. It must be that the old man hid some private money. Yuan Qingzhi found out, so he wanted to buy a murderer and take it for himself!"

A false charge was directly detained on Yuan Qingzhi's head.

Yuan Qingzhi was unable to argue about the current situation.

Zhang Lan was very proud and began to think about how to divide the shares in Yuan Qingzhi's hands.

Yuan Qingzhi was isolated and helpless, and was worried about the old man's body, and there was no blood on her face.

Hearing Zhang Lan's words, Dean Chen also looked like he heard a fantasy, "Did you cure the late stage of cancer with silver needles?"

"Isn't it so funny? Even Mr. Sun wouldn't dare to say such big talk!"

Mr. Sun nodded slightly and expressed his approval of Dean Chen's words.

Under the gaze of everyone, he experiencedly stretched out his hand to take the pulse of Yuan Changsheng. Search on WeChat for Yun Literature, refreshing and ad-free, and more complete books.

But the moment he touched Yuan Changsheng's pulse, the expression on his face changed wildly.

"Old Sun, is my father still saved?"

Su Hanhai asked softly.

Mr. Sun withdrew his hand, his face flushed, and asked excitedly: "You said there was a boy who had just stabbed a silver needle on the old man?"

"Does anyone remember how many silver needles are there? "

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Mr. Sun asked what this is done?

Moreover, when the boy applied the needle, they ignored him. Who would remember what part he was stabbed?

At this moment, one of Yuan Qingzhi's cousins ​​held up his cell phone and said, "Master, I just took a video to keep that kid's guilt evidence. Do you want to take a look?"

"Hurry, come here!"

Old Sun quickly took two steps at once and rushed to the Yuan family junior.

One minute later.

Old Sun stared at the screen of his phone and his eyes shone sharply, and his lips trembled and said, "Twenty-four silver needles, no more or less. This is the twenty-four-hour needle method that has been lost in the North for many years!"

"Twenty-four hours?"

Su Hanhai and others were confused.

They felt that Xiao Tianmo was stinging the old man, but they didn't expect that he would actually use some acupuncture method.

Mr. Sun didn't care about explaining to them, and asked excitedly: "Where is that young man? Where is he now?"

"Go away."

Su Hanhai shook his head, looking like he didn't want to say more.

President Chen hurriedly reminded Mr. Sun: "Old Mr. Sun, can you tell where the old man's illness is? Or is there any good way to treat him?"

Everyone in the Yuan family held their breath and calmed down, waiting for Mr. Sun to speak.

Mr. Sun stroked his beard, lamented, and said, "If that young man had never come, I would be 50% sure to cure the old man."
Chapter completed!