Chapter 354: Miracle Doctor

Jing Yiran was in a very good mood these days because he got the equity. Not only did he meet with Ji Bo several times to discuss the next plundering plan, but he also played and sang every night and did not go home for several days.

He drank too much tonight, and he is still staggering and dizzy.

His tongue was a little knotted, and he asked inarticulately: "I just saw the helicopter fly away, why did you use the helicopter? What's the matter?"

The housekeeper sighed in his heart, and just about to speak, Jing Yiran suddenly laughed wildly, and shouted nervously: "Grandma, I'm back! Where are you, I... I'm very happy, hurry up! Let's continue Teach a parrot to talk!"

As he yelled, he staggered upstairs.

The housekeeper immediately stepped forward to stop him, and said very quickly: "Second young master, the old man is ill, please keep your voice down, the helicopter was just here to pick up the wood genius doctor, please don't make trouble."

Jing Yiran's mind is muddled now, alcohol has paralyzed his brain, making him react much slower than usual.

"Who...who are you saying is sick? I...I'm not sick, I'm...very good!"

He said, and walked upstairs again.

The butler hugged him tightly: "Second Young Master, you can't go up right now!"

If Jing Zhongxiu and Jing Yichen saw Jing Yiran like this, he must be beaten to death! He deceived Moran's huge fortune, which made the old man dizzy, and now he came back in the middle of the night reeking of alcohol, talking inconsequentially, he was dead!

However, the housekeeper was already over fifty years old, how could he be the opponent of the young and strong Jing Yiran, he couldn't stop him at all.

Jing Yiran pushed the housekeeper to the ground, and no matter what happened to him, he went up the stairs with a "peddling" and shouted, "Grandma, grandma...I miss you so much... ..."

As soon as he struggled to climb up to the second floor, a tall black figure came out of the master bedroom, then quickly walked up to him, and kicked him down hard.

Before Jing Yiran had time to see the face of the black figure clearly, he rolled down the thirty steps.

The floor height of Jing's villa is as high as four meters, that is to say, Jing Yiran is equivalent to falling from a height of four meters.

He lay on the floor and didn't get up for a while.

The severe, bone-deep pain all over his body made Jing Yiran finally sober up most of his wine.

He was so painful that he could hardly breathe, but he still struggled to get up and looked up at the black figure.

In the Jing family, only two people dared to kick him!

Jing Yiran spat out a mouthful of blood foam, his handsome face flushed instantly with anger, and he gritted his teeth word by word: "Jing-Yi-Chen!"

Jing Yichen looked at him condescendingly, and said in an extremely cold tone, "You'd better pray that Grandpa is fine. If he is, I promise, you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow!"

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and looked at the butler who had just been helped up from the floor by the servant: "Lu Bo, you rest first, there is no need to guard here, I will let Ah Hu come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Hu walked in.

Seeing Ah Hu, the butler finally felt relieved, and was helped by two servants to the side hall—he fell hard just now, and he really couldn't hold on anymore, he needs to be treated quickly, and he can help as soon as possible after he recovers. busy.

Jing Yiran still doesn't know what happened at home, but he is not stupid, he has already noticed that there is a problem at home.

He didn't hear what the housekeeper said just now, but now seeing Jing Yichen say a few words, he immediately turned and entered Jing Tianyuan's bedroom, frowning tightly.

Except for two doctors from Jing's family who went to Mu's house, there were two other doctors who had been sitting in the small living room on the second floor, preparing for the old man to go to the doctor immediately if there was anything to do-they were actually not bad at all. But definitely not as good as Mu Wensheng.

At this moment, two doctors went downstairs immediately, one examined Lu Bo's body, and the other carefully directed the servant to carry Jing Yiran onto a stretcher, and then sent him back to his villa.

Mu Wensheng never expected that when he left his place four days ago, Jing Tianyuan, who was still full of insults, would be unconscious after four days!

Jing Tianyuan's body was healed by him, and he was bragging about living to one hundred and fifty years old, but there is absolutely no problem in living to one hundred years old with no illness or disaster! He is not yet eighty years old, how could he fall into a coma so quickly!

This is his old friend for many years, a life-and-death acquaintance. Mu Wensheng felt unspeakably uncomfortable. He quickly asked the two doctors, Jing Tianyuan, about the basic symptoms and the cause of the disease, and then he packed up a few things and boarded the helicopter. .

When Mu Wensheng came to Jing's house, Jing Yichen had already greeted him outside the villa door.

Seeing him, Jing Yichen greeted him respectfully, and then said, "Grandpa Mu, please excuse me, my grandfather is waiting for you inside."

Mu Wensheng didn't laugh and curse like usual, but just said one word lightly: "Let's go!"

As soon as Mu Wensheng entered the bedroom, both Shangguan Ning and Jing Zhongxiu's eyes flashed with hope. He was so famous that he brought hope for no reason as soon as he entered the door.

Even Moran, who had been sitting there numbly, came back to his senses and got up to make room for him.

When Mu Wensheng saw his old friend's appearance, he felt like he was being picked up.

It's been a long, long time since he's had this kind of emotion—he's a doctor, he's used to seeing life and death, and he's taken death very lightly.

However, now that the unconscious person was replaced by his old friend, his heartache was almost unbearable.

He put his fingers on Jing Tianyuan's wrist, and after a while, he switched to Jing Tianyuan's other hand to test his pulse.

A quarter of an hour later, he took out the silver needle he brought: "Zhongxiu, come here and hug your dad's head, he may vomit blood in a while, make sure he doesn't choke on the blood. Pat him on the back, and keep shooting continuously until he vomits blood."

Jing Zhongxiu responded immediately, and stepped forward to hug Jing Tianyuan's head.

Before applying the needles, Mu Wensheng turned his head and said, "Tianyuan is fine, I'm sure, you all go out."

Everyone in the bedroom was relieved to hear him say "I'm sure" in a calm tone.

Shangguan Ning glanced at Jing Yichen, walked a few steps, held onto Mo Lan's arm, and said softly, "Grandma, let's go, let's go out first, Grandpa is fine."

Moran nodded and followed her out.

Nearly an hour later, Jing Zhongxiu came out from the inside, and he finally felt a little relieved: "Okay, it's all right, let's all come in."

Moran rushed in almost at a trot.

Shangguan Ning was taken aback for a moment, sighed inwardly, and then followed Jing Yichen into the bedroom.