Chapter 310: Three hundred and nine, block Chapter 310: Three hundred and nine, block “That will depend on your own performance,” Song Yan Ning said and then stopped paying attention to the Lin family father and son.
“Divine Doctor, can you go get it yourself?” Lin Xingpeng didn’t dare to touch the Black Green Grass anymore. The thing his family had treasured and carefully protected as a heirloom turned out to be deadly poison.
“Mm.” Song Yan Ning nodded, said a few words to Guo Zhenjiang, and then left the hospital.
“Let’s go see grandpa,” Lin Ruibing was now most eager to know Mr. Lin’s condition. If Mr. Lin was really cured as Song Yan Ning had said, then there definitely wouldn’t be any problems with the poison in their bodies.
Mr. Lin opened his eyes and was surprised to find himself lying in the hospital room. He thought he had surely died this time and didn’t expect to wake up again.
“Dad!”
“Grandpa!” Lin Xingpeng and Lin Ruibing pushed the door open and walked in.
Mr. Lin turned to look at them and nodded. He was completely weak now and didn’t have the strength to speak.
Seeing that Mr. Lin had indeed woken up, Lin Xingpeng and Lin Ruibing felt reassured. They hadn’t expected Song Yan Ning’s medical skill to be so remarkable.
“Dad, I’m going to call the servant to move those two pots of Black Green Grass out,” Lin Ruibing had no doubts about Song Yan Ning now.
“Mm.” Lin Xingpeng nodded and looked at Guo Zhenjiang who had come in with them, “Zhenjiang, we’re counting on you for the antidote.” His previous attitude towards Song Yan Ning had been so bad that he found it embarrassing to ask Song Yan Ning for it.
Upon hearing Lin Ruibing’s words, Mr. Lin’s face immediately changed, “Black… Green… Grass…” The Black Green Grass was his treasure; how could it be moved so casually?
“Dad, I’ve already given the Black Green Grass away. That grass is the source of the poison that affected you. Not only you, but Ruibing and I were also poisoned,” Lin Xingpeng relayed to Mr. Lin everything that Song Yan Ning had said.
Mr. Lin sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes. Forget it, whether the Black Green Grass was poisonous or not, in the end, they had saved his life.
When Song Yan Ning arrived at the Lin household, the Lin family’s servants had already moved the two pots of Black Green Grass outside.
“Please help me move them to the doorway.” Song Yan Ning obviously couldn’t take the Black Green Grass right in front of them.
The servants nodded and carried the two pots of Black Green Grass to the front door.
“Do you need our help to take it back for you?” a servant asked. The young master had just called, letting them know to try to accommodate Song Yan Ning’s requests.
“No need, you go ahead with your work,” Song Yan Ning dismissed the servants and was about to take away the two pots of Black Green Grass.
“Who are you? How dare you steal our Black Green Grass?” A middle-aged woman, with an imposing manner, walked over and glared at Song Yan Ning. She came to check if Mr. Lin was close to dying; she was still waiting to divide up the Lin family’s wealth.
“They are mine now,” Song Yan Ning sized up the middle-aged woman and said coldly. The people of the Lin family really were each more disagreeable than the last.
“What’s going on?” A middle-aged man came over.
“Xingguo, she stole our family’s Black Green Grass,” the middle-aged woman pointed to the two pots of Black Green Grass on the ground. They were the Lin family’s treasured heirloom, rumored to be worth tens of millions each.
“Who are you? How dare you come to my house to steal? Do you have a death wish, or do you believe I won’t call the police to arrest you?” The middle-aged man said harshly. He had been coveting those two pots of Black Green Grass for a long time.
“Go ask Lin Xingpeng,” Song Yan Ning had no desire to talk more with the two of them. She picked up a pot with each hand and headed towards the front. If she could come to the Lin household to take the Black Green Grass, it must’ve been with the owner’s consent.