Chapter 820 Unless you find Wannian Ganoderma lucidum
Zhan Xi's heart sank, he dodged Yu Wenfan's fist, and rushed towards the stairs.
Grabbed the butler's arm with a flustered expression, "What's going on?"
"Doctor, the doctor is resuscitating the head of the family..." The housekeeper was frightened by her cold eyes, and his voice trembled.
Before he finished speaking, Zhan Xi pushed him away and ran upstairs in a panic.
The housekeeper's eyes turned between Gu Qingning and the three of them, with horror in his eyes, he turned and ran upstairs.
After a short time, no one was seen.
"What's the situation?" Yu Wenfan shook his hand, raised his eyes to look at Gu Qingning, with a curious tone.
"Who is the owner of the upstairs old woman?"
Gu Qingning shook her head, "I don't know."
She went upstairs, followed by Fu Juncheng and Yu Wenfan.
The three of them came over and stood outside the door. The door was not closed, and Zhan Xi's out-of-control growl came from inside.
"Trash, one and two are trash, if you can't cure him, I'll let you bury him with him."
"Master, Patriarch's current situation is at the end of his battle. We really did our best..." The man's voice was trembling, and he hesitated to speak.
A hoarse voice interrupted him, sharp and cold, "Shut up, if you can't cure him, you don't even want to live."
"Master, unless we find the Wannian Ganoderma lucidum, we really have nothing to do."
"Since you have nothing to do, then you will die for me."
A hysterical voice came out, and Yu Wenfan kicked open the door.
"boom-"
The unexpected shock attracted everyone's attention, and the raised dagger in Zhan Xi's hand froze in the air.
She turned around and saw the three of Gu Qingning, she couldn't help but think of the burnt map fragment, her scarlet eyes were full of chill.
"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, his condition wouldn't suddenly relapse."
Gu Qingning glanced at the group of people kneeling on the ground, and his eyes fell on the silver-haired old man.
She walked over unhurriedly, her voice was cold, "You said Wannian Ganoderma lucidum could save him?"
A faint sentence stabilized Zhan Xi's almost out-of-control emotions.
A flash of clarity flashed in her eyes, remembering that Gu Qingning was Mr. Yin's apprentice, a little hope surged in her heart.
Facing those pitch-black pupils, the old man was startled, and slowly realized that Gu Qingning was asking him.
He nodded hesitantly.
Gu Qingning took a deep look at him, turned around and walked to the bed without saying a word.
"What are you going to do?" Zhan Xi followed closely, and when she saw Gu Qingning stretching out her hand, she immediately became vigilant.
She said quietly, "Feel the pulse."
This move is undoubtedly agreed.
Gu Qingning leaned over, resting her slender fingers on the man's pulse.
During the period, the room was eerily quiet.
The silver-haired old man looked at Gu Qingning, feeling a little uneasy in his heart.
Did she discover something?
Soon, the pulse diagnosis is over.
Gu Qingning withdrew her hand, her delicate face showed no extra emotions, and she was indifferent.
Zhan Xi couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?"
There was a bit of expectation in a pair of cloudy eyes, and the tone was rare and cautious.
Gu Qingning crossed her arms and said calmly, "It's hopeless."
Good guy.
These three words directly irritated Zhan Xi.
She raised the dagger in her hand and stabbed Gu Qingning quickly and ruthlessly, "You are talking nonsense."
Gu Qingning stepped back to avoid the sharp blade, hit the man's strong chest with his back, and fell into a warm embrace.
No need to look back, she knows who it is.
Fu Juncheng could hold her slender waist with one hand, and looked at Zhan Xi with thick black eyes, with undisguised killing intent.
"A Cheng..."
Just as Gu Qingning spoke, the hands around her waist were suddenly withdrawn, and the people beside her moved.
The next moment, Fu Juncheng snatched the dagger in Zhan Xi's hand, and a **** was cut in her palm, the bones were visible, and the blood kept gushing out.
Caught off guard, everyone else was shocked.
Zhan Xi's face turned livid, staring at Fu Juncheng and the blood-stained dagger in his hand.
She regretted it, regretted that she had acted too lightly and did not let Fu Juncheng die in that explosion.
"Doctor, hurry up and help the master treat the wound." The butler came back to his senses, stretched out his hand and picked up the silver-haired old man who was kneeling on the ground, urging him urgently.
"hurry up."
Zhan Xi coldly said, "No need."
Letting the wound bleed, she looked at Gu Qingning, her eyes filled with destructive madness, "If he doesn't survive, you all have to be buried with him."
Whoever makes her have a hard time, no one can think about it.
Gu Qingning was not threatened by her, and looked indifferently at the old man who was called "Doctor" by the housekeeper, "You must have put a lot of thought into him being able to live till now."
The doctor didn't understand what she meant, so he didn't dare to talk casually for a while.
She continued, speaking slowly, "He is hanging on his breath now, even if he is given a tonic like Wannian Ganoderma lucidum, it will be a waste of effort, and even let him go directly to the west, you are a doctor , should be very clear about the consequences of giving him Wannian Ganoderma lucidum."
(end of this chapter)