Old Meng nodded. He had only managed to see Meng Hu by sheer willpower, and now he had exhausted all his strength and could barely speak.
Ye Xingchen pierced Old Meng's body with a needle, causing him to fall into a coma.
Then, with a flick of his right hand, several needles flew up on their own and pierced the corresponding acupoints.
Seeing Ye Xingchen's skill, Meng Hu's confidence in him increased greatly. He stood aside, not daring to breathe, for fear of disturbing Ye Xingchen.
"Tell me, before the old man became critically ill this time, did any accidents happen?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"An accident?" Meng Hu paused, thought for a moment, and said, "A month ago, Grandpa went to the Meng Clan Ancestral Hall to pay respects to his ancestors and was bitten by a snake."
"But we administered antivenom at the time, and the snake wasn't particularly venomous. After resting for a few days, it was fine and in good spirits," Meng Hu said.
"Where did the snake bite you?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Here, on the left arm." Meng Hu stepped forward and rolled up Old Meng's sleeve.
There were still marks on the spot, two thin fang marks, which were undoubtedly from a venomous snake bite.
"How did the snake bite you?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"When he was paying respects to his ancestors, a small blue snake suddenly darted out and bit him," Meng Hu replied, then described the snake's appearance.
“The striped green snake isn’t very venomous.” Ye Xingchen frowned slightly, and after a moment’s thought, he immediately understood the reason. He took out a Soul-Locking Pill, fed it to Elder Meng, and then began acupuncture: “No one is allowed to come in and disturb us.”
"Okay." Meng Hu nodded and stood guard at the door.
Ye Xingchen obtained a lot of rare and precious materials from Boss Wu, so he refined quite a few Soul-Locking Pills. Although this thing is the most basic type of pill, its effects are extremely powerful and can save lives in critical moments.
After taking the Soul-Locking Pill, Elder Meng's condition improved significantly. His previously poor heart rate and blood pressure on the vital signs monitor instantly returned to normal.
He began acupuncture to clear the remaining toxins from Old Master Meng's body.
At that moment, Meng Changyou, who had been standing outside watching the situation inside, became serious.
He shouted, "Meng Hu, what are you doing? The old man is on the verge of death, why are you having people sticking needles into him like that? Get out here right now."
"Second Uncle, Brother Ye is treating the old man." Meng Hu said, "You all stay outside and don't come in."
"Nonsense! So many experts are at a loss, how could he possibly cure him? Men, drag that kid out here right now!" Meng Changyou shouted.
Bang... The door was slammed open from the outside by a group of people.
Meng Hu roared, "Who let you in? Get out..."
"This kid is a fraud, Meng Hu, have you gone mad too? Take that kid away from me!" Meng Changyou shouted.
"Yes." A group of people surged inside.
Meng Hu stepped forward and knocked one of them down with a punch, then started fighting with the others.
Ye Xingchen glanced at them and continued with the acupuncture.
The Meng family held a prominent position, but the Meng family was old, so power struggles were inevitable.
Old Master Meng can certainly cure him, but some people may not want him to get better.
Although Meng Hu was a skilled fighter, he was outnumbered. After taking down a few people, the people outside swarmed in and pinned him down.
Five or six thugs immediately rushed towards Ye Xingchen.
Ye Xingchen performed the needlework with one hand while casually flicking the other.
A sudden burst of true energy appeared, forming a protective barrier.
Bang bang bang, five or six thugs were sent flying backward, smashing the doors and windows in the process.
"You've gone too far! Keep charging! Kill this brat!" Meng Changyou roared in fury. On their Meng family's territory, who dared to defy them like this?
If this gets out, will anyone still respect him?
More people rushed in, and the already not-so-small ward was packed with people. Ye Xingchen casually flicked his hand again, and another group of people were sent flying.
Meng Changyou was furious. He reached for his pistol and was about to shoot Ye Xingchen.
Suddenly, Old Meng sat up abruptly in his hospital bed, pulled out the tubes from his body, and strode forward.
"Dad, you, you... why are you up?" Meng Changyou was taken aback.
The old man was just barely clinging to life. Even if this young man's medical skills are superb, there's no way he could have been revived in such a short time. What exactly happened?
"Why are you pointing a gun at me? Are you trying to kill me?" Old Meng's voice was booming, a stark contrast to his previous weak and feeble demeanor.
Moreover, his complexion is now rosy, and he looks like a completely normal person.
"No, no." Meng Changyou quickly put away the gun in his hand.
"Get them out of here." Old Meng spoke with a strong voice, and seemed to be in better spirits than usual.
"Get out, get out!" Meng Changyou quickly shouted, shooing away the thugs who rushed in.
"You get out too, get out." Old Meng glanced at Meng Changyou.
Meng Changyou didn't dare utter a sound. He quickly and carefully retreated, closing the door behind him as he went. He was extremely cautious throughout the entire process, barely daring to breathe.
Seeing Meng Changyou leave, Old Man Meng finally breathed a sigh of relief. He slowly sat up on the bed, his heart pounding.
"Grandpa, are you alright?" Meng Hu struggled to his feet and scrambled to Grandpa Meng's side. Seeing the old man so energetic, he couldn't be happier.
"It's nothing. I just used my breath to give him a few words of encouragement, and my heart was pounding." Old Meng shook his head, and his gaze toward Ye Xingchen carried a strange look: "Young man, you're so young, yet you have such amazing medical skills. Impressive."
"It's only because Elder Meng's lifespan hasn't ended yet, otherwise my medical skills would be useless no matter how good they are." Ye Xingchen smiled and said, "Elder Meng, please pay more attention to rest these few days and be sure to take good care of your diet. I will prescribe some medicine for you to regulate your body, and you will recover soon."
"Okay, okay." Old Meng nodded slowly, then turned to say, "Xiao Hu, go outside and buy me a bowl of porridge, I'm a little hungry."
"Okay, sir, I'll go right away." Meng Hu nodded hurriedly, gave Ye Xingchen a grateful look, and then scurried off to buy porridge.
"Dad, it's too messy here, shall I get you a different room?" Meng Changyou poked his head in.
"Get out and don't bother me," Old Meng cursed without any politeness.
"Alright." Meng Changyou shrank back and rolled away, never daring to show his face again.
"Mr. Meng, please ask whatever you want. I will answer to the best of my knowledge," Ye Xingchen said with a smile.
He knew what it meant for Old Meng to send Meng Hu away; it must have been some conversation between Old Meng and him that he didn't want others to hear.
"Mr. Ye, I will never forget your life-saving grace." Old Meng politely clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute.
"Mr. Meng, you're too kind. Your grandson has sworn allegiance to me, so as his elder brother, I can't stand idly by if he needs anything," Ye Xingchen said with a slight smile.
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