Chapter 651: Living No More Than Three Days

r order, not allowing them to fight and kill indiscriminately. Hou Chunlei can only ask Lin Tianhu what to do!At this time, Lin Tianhu was already asleep. After receiving Hou Chunlei's call, he yawned..."Mr. Chen, is something wrong"

Zhou Zhiqian asked in a low voice.

"Oh, it's nothing. Let's go take a look..."

Chen Ping followed Zhou Zhiqian towards the room, but along the way, Chen Ping didn't feel a trace of spiritual energy. Instead, there was a cold and eerie wind blowing.

Logically speaking, if the Shen family had a ten-thousand-year ginseng king, they should be able to sense the spiritual energy emanating from it even within hundreds of meters. However, Chen Ping didn't feel anything at all. There were only two possibilities: first, the ten-thousand-year ginseng king wasn't in the Shen family's courtyard; second, the Shen family didn't have any ten-thousand-year ginseng king at all and had spread false information.

In any case, Chen Ping had to see the Wannian Ginseng King first before talking about a deal. He wouldn't do business without seeing the goods.

Zhou Zhiqian led Chen Ping and the others into the hall. Although there were many servants from the Shen family, none of them stopped them, and they all nodded slightly to Zhou Zhiqian in greeting. It could be seen that Zhou Zhiqian was quite familiar with the Shen family.

Upon entering the hall, I saw five or six people sitting on the sofa. Some were smoking and frowning deeply, while others had their heads bowed, seemingly lost in thought. There was also a woman with tear-stained cheeks, who probably had been crying just moments ago.

"Uncle Zhou, when did you arrive Please have a seat…"

At this time, a young man spotted Zhou Zhiqian and his companions, so he hurriedly got up and said.

And everyone else also looked up. Seeing that Zhou Zhiqian had arrived, they all stood up to greet him. Everyone held great respect for Zhou Zhiqian.

"Please sit down, everyone."

Zhou Zhiqian was a little surprised and hurriedly waved his hand to signal everyone to sit down. Then, he asked the young man, "Shen Lang, I heard that your father was sick, so I rushed over. How is he doing"

Zhou Zhiqian was very good at navigating social situations. He didn't mention the Wang of Ten Thousand Year Ginseng at all, but instead first inquired about the health of Shen Wan San, the head of the Shen family. This way, when he brought up the matter of the Wang of Ten Thousand Year Ginseng later, the Shen family would have to show some face.

“Sigh,” Shen Lang sighed, “We’re not exactly happy about this. When we just came back, my dad was up and down, sometimes he could recognize people, but now he’s like a fool, doesn't recognize anyone, and yells at everyone, biting them when he sees them…”

Zhou Zhiqian was taken aback upon hearing this. He hadn't expected Shen Wansan's condition to be so severe.

"What on earth is going on How did this happen"

Although Zhou Zhiqian had heard his younger brother Zhou Zhicheng mention it, what Zhou Zhicheng knew was only superficial. After all, the true reason was known only to the Shen family themselves.

Shen Lang opened his mouth, but in the end, he didn't say a word. He sighed and sat back down.

The other members of the Shen family were also silent, some even weeping softly.

"Didn't you take them to the doctor"

Zhou Zhiqian asked with a puzzled expression.

"I've looked everywhere, doctors within a hundred miles have all been consulted, no one can do anything. They all say Wan San won't live for three days..."

The woman replied, and as she spoke, she burst into tears again.

"Sister, don't cry first. I think there must be a way..." Zhou Zhiqian comforted the woman and then glanced at Chen Ping before saying to the Shen family, "I came back this time and specially invited Mr. Chen from Guan Nei. Mr. Chen is a renowned physician, no matter what illness, he will surely cure it..."

Seeing Zhou Zhiqian bring a divine doctor, everyone turned their attention to Chen Ping and his two companions.

All eyes turned to Lin Tianhu, after all, Lin Tianhu was older. It was possible that he was a divine doctor, but Chen Ping, a young man in his twenties, nobody thought of him as a divine doctor.f money on a fake."My friends, this young friend just said something quite right. Any object, before being imbued with a magical formation, is just an ordinary thing. This eight-trigram disc, if it di...