Rebirth: Taking Away the 10 Billion-Dollar Assets of His Bad Dad

Xia Dongming sat on the ground in despair, his eyes blank.

"It's over! The Xia family is finished!"

Yang Liping sighed, stood up and said:

"Okay, I'm going home! You should quickly familiarize yourself with the group's business! Those who Xia Changhai has planted should get out! I'm going back to see your grandfather!"

Yang Qing said:

"Okay. I'll familiarize myself with the group's personnel and then go to the hospital to see Grandpa!"

Yang Liping nodded, stood up and walked out of the meeting room.

Yang Qing spent an afternoon getting familiar with the group's affairs, and all the people Xia Changhai had planted were cleared out of the group:

"Hire me a secretary!"

Yang Qing said to the HR director, who was a female career elite in her 40s. She was secretly looking at Yang Qing while recording Yang Qing's request.

In her eyes, Yang Qingnian was very young, but his decisiveness in one afternoon made her look at this new boss with new eyes!

After repeating Yang Qing's requirements and confirming that there were no omissions, the female director quickly left the office to post the recruitment notice.

Yang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and walked out of the office. He still had to go to the hospital to see his grandfather.

Half an hour later, Yang Qing walked into Zhongzhou First People's Hospital. The white-haired old man lying on the hospital bed was skinny, with a pale purple face and his eyes closed!

When Yang Qing saw the old man, his heart sank. In his previous life, Yang Qing not only practiced martial arts, but also had great attainments in medicine. The old man's expression made Yang Qing realize at a glance that this was not an illness, but poisoning!

"Mom, how long has Grandpa been experiencing these symptoms?"

Yang Liping sighed:

"Your grandfather has always been in good health. Four days ago, he suddenly vomited blood and fainted. He has been in a coma since he was taken to the hospital. So many instruments and tests showed that everything was normal, but he just wouldn't wake up..."

Yang Qing's heart skipped a beat. Is someone trying to harm the old man?

Yang Qing took two steps at a time and walked to the bedside. Without saying a word, he took the old man's pulse. After a moment, Yang Qing was certain that the old man had been poisoned by a strange poison called Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Powder!

This kind of poison is very difficult to prepare. The raw materials are mostly produced in the Ailao Mountains in southern Xinjiang, which is also called the Insect Valley. It is a sparsely populated primeval forest.

If Yang Qing was still the Martial Emperor in his previous life, he would only need acupuncture and the injection of true qi to detoxify. But now Yang Qing has no cultivation at all, and it is a bit difficult for him to deal with it. After all, this kind of poison cannot be completely eliminated by acupuncture alone!

Yang Qing's serious expression caused Yang Liping to worry:

"what happened?"

Yang Qing put down his grandfather's hand and said:

"Mom, Grandpa was poisoned by something called Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Powder."

Yang Liping looked at Yang Qing in astonishment and said:

"I've called in countless famous doctors, but no one can tell what's wrong with the old man. Are you sure it's poisoning?"

Yang Qing nodded seriously:

"I can confirm!"

Yang Liping looked at Yang Qing with hope:

"Can it be cured?"

Yang Qing frowned slightly, but still said:

"I will try my best!"

Yang Qing suddenly had an idea and asked:

"Mom, can you ask Uncle Quan to come to the hospital?"

Yang Liping frowned:

"What do you want Uncle Quan to do?"

After Yang Qing told her what happened, Yang Liping did not dare to delay and immediately found Uncle Quan's phone number and called him.

When the hospital director heard that someone from the Yang family had arrived, he hurried into the ward:

"Ms. Yang!"

Yang Liping took a look and realized that she had met the dean several times and they were not strangers.

The dean glanced at Yang Qing curiously:

"Ms. Yang, who is this?"

Yang Liping said:

"This is my son, Yang Qing!"

The dean looked Yang Qing up and down and said happily:

"It turns out to be Young Master Yang, he is indeed a handsome man!"

Yang Qing smiled as a response:

“Does the hospital have a Chinese medicine department?”

The dean looked at Yang Qing in confusion and replied:

"some!"

Yang Qing continued to ask:

"Then there must be silver needles. Give me a pair of silver needles!"

The doctor frowned and asked:

"Young Master Yang, what do you want the silver needles for?"

Yang Qing didn't like to explain himself. This was due to his family background. As the eldest son, he could just say what he wanted without any explanation! Of course, no one would ask! Later, when he went to the heavens to practice, he could just grab whatever he wanted without any explanation.

So when the dean asked him what he wanted the silver needles for, Yang Qing instinctively showed a hint of impatience:

"I need it! Please, Dean, send someone to get it!"

The dean was disappointed and didn't ask any more questions. He asked a young nurse to get it quickly. The young nurse looked at the dean, then at Yang Qing, and thought to herself, "How handsome!" She ran away with her eyes full of peach blossoms!

Soon, the young nurse came back, followed by a white-haired old man in a white doctor's robe, holding a needle bag in his hand!

The old man glanced at Yang Qing and looked him up and down with great interest:

"You want the needle capsule?"

Yang Qing nodded seriously and said:

"Thank you, old man, for lending me your silver needle!"

The old man looked at Yang Qing with suspicion:

"I am Shi Qingshan from Xinglin Hall! May I ask your name, young friend, and who is your teacher?"

Yang Qing clasped his fists and said:

"Yang Qing! My master is a low-key person and doesn't like worldly disturbances, so it's inconvenient to disclose!"

Shi Qingshan frowned slightly. He knew that the more capable people were, the less they liked to flaunt themselves. Just like those great doctors in the imperial capital, people would always come to them seeking treatment, disturbing their peace and quiet! So, they all stayed at home, closed the door and refused to see anyone! Unless the visitor had a remarkable background, they would not see him!

You should know that people who have reached the pinnacle of medical skills are more willing to spend time immersing themselves in medicine rather than engaging in meaningless socializing!

So it makes sense that the higher the medical skills, the weirder the temper!

At this time, Uncle Quan also rushed to the hospital. Yang Qing bowed and said:

"Uncle Quan, thank you for making this trip! I'm really not capable enough, and I need your help to expel the poison from Grandpa!"

Uncle Quan laughed:

"That's fine! Lao Yang and I have been close friends for many years. What can I do? Xiaoqing, just tell me what you want!"

Yang Qing bowed again and invited Uncle Quan to the window sill. He explained the details one by one. Uncle Quan nodded as he listened:

"Okay, okay! This is something an old man can still do!"

The two men returned to the bedside and stretched out their hands to Shi Qingshan. Shi Qingshan asked no more questions and handed the needle bag to Yang Qing. Yang Qing skillfully opened the needle bag, took off Grandpa's shirt, took out three silver needles, and moved like lightning, piercing the three major acupuncture points at the same time!

When Shi Qingshan saw the three major acupuncture points where Yang Qing was inserting the needle, his pupils trembled violently. He stared at Yang Qing's movements, holding his breath and concentrating, not wanting to take his eyes off Yang Qing's hand for a moment!

After inserting three needles, Yang Qing was not in a hurry to continue. Instead, he rubbed and flicked the three silver needles. After some operation, he pulled out another silver needle, looked at the position, and inserted the needle quickly. Soon, Yang Qing had inserted a total of 21 needles on his grandfather.

Looking at grandpa again, his face had regained some redness, but he still looked sick!