Mr. Qin, Please Advise Me

Song Yanning turned to look at Lin Xingpeng, "If my grandfather can cure Mr. Lin's illness, I want this pot of black grass." Black grass is not good for ordinary people, but it is of great benefit to monks. This is an indispensable spiritual herb when refining Nascent Soul Pill.

Lin Xingpeng's expression changed slightly, "I can't control this." Knowing that this is the family heirloom of their Lin family, he asked him for it, he really didn't know the importance.

Song Yanning smiled and said nothing. When she cured Mr. Lin, she asked Mr. Lin for it. If he didn't want to give it to her, he wouldn't care. Anyway, Mr. Lin was not alone in the Lin family infected with black grass toxin. Sooner or later they will beg her door again.

Seeing that Song Yanning didn't insist, Lin Xingpeng didn't say anything more, "My father is inside, you come with me."

Song Yanning and Yang Lisheng followed Lin Xingpeng into the house.

When he came to one of the rooms, Lin Xingpeng pushed open the door, and the smell of medicine wafted through his nostrils.

"Please come in!" Lin Xingpeng invited Yang Lisheng to enter. He actually didn't have much hope for Yang Lisheng, but everyone had already invited him, so he shouldn't be too negligent.

Yang Lisheng walked into the room, came to the side of the bed, and carefully looked at Mr. Lin who was on the bed, and saw that he was as thin as a wood, with a pale face. If he hadn't breathed, he would be no different from a dead man.

"Ruibing has already told you about my father's situation, right?" Lin Xingpeng asked.

Yang Lisheng nodded, stretched out his hand and pulled Old Master Lin's hand, and put his fingers on his wrist.

Seeing Yang Lisheng's actions, Lin Xingpeng shook his head. He has no confidence in Yang Lisheng now.

Yang Lisheng retracted his hand, glanced at Mr. Lin's blackened nails, and then glanced at Lin Xingpeng's fingernails, "Mr. Lin is poisoned."

"Poisoned?" Lin Xingpeng almost didn't laugh. He thought it was in a martial arts novel, and he was poisoned. Is he still suffering from internal injuries?

Yang Lisheng nodded, "I suspect it has something to do with the black grass outside."

When Lin Xingpeng heard Yang Lisheng's words, he sneered, "You don't say that because you want that black grass, right?" Rui Bing also invited everyone to his house.

"Forget it if you don't believe me, grandpa, let's go." Song Yanning would not be angry for a single spirit grass.

Yang Lisheng looked at Mr. Lin on the bed, "Xiao Ning, he won't be saved if we don't save him." He just found out that Mr. Lin's pulse is very weak and shouldn't last long. He's a doctor, and he can't wait to die.

"Dad, Dr. Aites has arrived." Lin Ruibing's happy voice came from outside. Originally, Dr. Aites was going to hold a meeting. After some changes, the meeting was cancelled.

When Lin Xingpeng heard the words, a happy smile appeared on his face immediately, "Where is Dr. Aites now?"

"I'm already at the airport, I'll pick him up now." Lin Ruibing said, and quickly ran out.

Song Yanning lightly hooked her lips and took Yang Lisheng's hand, "Grandpa, let's go back." The other party didn't take them seriously at all. What are they doing here?

Yang Lisheng hesitated for a moment, and when he saw that Lin Xingpeng had no intention of holding back, he nodded.

Lin Xingpeng smiled coldly and instructed the servants beside him, "Send them away." Dr. Aites is an authority. He naturally believes in Aites. As for Yang Lisheng, maybe he has some skills, but his granddaughter should not ask. He wants black grass. Hei Qingcao is the treasure of their Lin family, how could it be given away?