Chapter 880

Xia Jinmian walked to the bed, and saw Patriarch Ye's face on the hospital bed was strangely pale.

Around the eye sockets, there is still a little bit of bruising.

The lips are also whitish with black spots.

Xia Jinmian lifted Patriarch Ye's eyelids to look, and felt the pulse on his neck.

His eyebrows frowned suddenly, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Seeing this, Ye Xiuao immediately asked, "What's the matter?"

Xia Jinmian didn't answer, but unbuttoned Patriarch Ye's clothes, took out a few silver needles and pierced the acupuncture points under the shoulder bones.

Master Ye seemed to have something stuck in his throat, he took a deep breath, and there was a gurgling sound in his throat.

Ye Yuxuan was startled when she heard the sound, and immediately went closer to check.

At this moment, Xia Jinmian helped Patriarch Ye up.

Patriarch Ye immediately coughed up a big mouthful of blood towards the bed.

The bruise happened to vomit on the foot of Ye Yuxuan who was approaching.

She froze for a second, then shouted in shock: "He vomited blood! Father vomited blood! Brother father vomited—"

"Shut up!" Ye Xiuao shouted in a slightly cold voice.

Ye Yuxuan didn't dare to cry out, and stood beside her nervously.

Master Ye, who was in a coma, took a deep breath very hard.

Xia Jinmian spat out a word: "Water."

Ye Xiuao immediately brought a glass of water.

Xia Jinmian fed it into Patriarch Ye's mouth, and a few more silver needles went down, Patriarch Ye spit out a mouthful of blood again.

Ye Yuxuan frightened: "Blood—"

Ye Xiu stared at her arrogantly, and she immediately fell silent.

Finally, after repeated several times, Patriarch Ye's breathing became even, and his complexion was no longer so strangely pale.

Xia Jinmian took the paper towel handed over by Ye Xiuao, wiped her hands clean, and walked outside.

Ye Yuxuan was so nervous that she quickly checked her father's condition and covered him with a quilt.

Then she quickly chased after him and asked, "How is father? Father vomited so much blood, will his condition get worse?"

Xia Jinmian didn't say much, and walked out of the courtyard.

Ye Yuxuan's complexion suddenly turned ugly, what kind of attitude is this military doctor!

If the father's condition worsens, the military doctor can't get rid of it!

Ye Xiuao glanced at Ye Yuxuan, "Go and take care of father, it seems that there should be no serious problem."

Ye Yuxuan nodded, seeing Ye Xiuao also walked out of the courtyard, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Outside the courtyard, in the forest.

Xia Jinmian took off her mask, and said calmly, "There is a fake death capsule in the black market, which can create the illusion of dying, making it difficult for even the hospital to detect the illness."

Ye Xiuao frowned slightly, "You mean, father took the fake death capsule?"

"Well, just now I have forced out half of the fake death capsules, let your father drink plenty of water, and he will recover within half a month."

"Just drinking water is enough?"

Xia Jinmian couldn't help sneering, "Are you questioning my medical skills?"

Ye Xiu'ao's expression changed slightly, and he said with a helpless smile, "Of course not, it's just that my father's condition is too dangerous, and I'm just too worried."

Xia Jinmian didn't say anything else, and pulled out a golden feather needle from her curled hair.

"If you are worried, give this to your father."

When Ye Xiuao saw the golden feather needle, his pupils trembled slightly, and then a gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, and he raised his hand to take it.

"Medical genius, I owe you another favor."

"No, saving lives and healing the wounded is what the genius doctor Gu should do." After a short pause, Xia Jinmian smiled evilly and said, "If you really want to feel that you owe me a favor, then withdraw the lawsuit against Lord Han and find out who went to buy it on the black market." I bought a fake death capsule and framed it on me."

After finishing speaking, Xia Jinmian walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ye Xiuao looked at the slender figure gradually disappearing into the forest, and slowly clenched the slender fingers holding the golden feather needle.

There was a fox-like evil smile on the corner of his lips.

[Punch in~ I dare not speak, because Master Han has another love rival~]