Awakening the Phoenix Flow System after the breakup, I'm so happy!

The old man made a gurgling sound from his throat, like a bellows being pulled.

His chest heaved violently.

"Bring me a basin," Chen Yang called out without turning his head.

Qin Xue reacted quickly, immediately pulling out a medical stainless steel basin from under the bed and handing it to Chen Yang.

Chen Yang supported the old man's back with one hand and helped him sit up, while giving the old man a hard pat on the back with the other hand.

"puff!"

Old Master Qin opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of dark brown blood into the basin.

The blood had a nauseating, fishy stench.

What's even more chilling is that there were several black worms, each about the thickness of a chopstick, wriggling in the pool of filthy blood.

The insect's body was shiny and had a row of tiny serrations on its head, making it look disgusting.

"My God, what the hell is this?" Zhang Jianguo was so frightened that he took a big step back.

Sun Changqing was so frightened that he backed away and plopped down on the sofa next to him.

Just then, one of the black venomous insects suddenly stopped writhing, its body bending like a spring.

With a whoosh.

The poisonous insect shot directly out of the stainless steel basin, drawing an arc in mid-air.

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It landed right on the collar of Zhang Jianguo's faded military green shirt.

Before Zhang Jianguo could react, the poisonous insect had already crawled into his collar and bit his neck.

"what!"

A bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered, rang out in the ward.

Zhang Jianguo clutched his neck and fell straight backward as if he had been electrocuted.

He rolled wildly on the ground, clutching his neck tightly with both hands, his face turning purplish-black at a visible speed.

White foam started coming out of his mouth.

"Old Sun, save me, save me!" Zhang Jianguo struggled to reach out and grab Sun Changqing, who was sitting on the sofa.

Sun Changqing had completely lost his airs of being a leading authority figure.

He was startled by the poisonous insect and didn't care about Zhang Jianguo at all.

He looked at Zhang Jianguo, who was rolling around on the floor, clutching the mahogany medical kit in his arms, and shrinking into the corner of the sofa.

"This, this is a poisonous insect, this, I can't cure it, I really can't cure it." Sun Changqing's voice was trembling.

This fear was clearly not an act; he was genuinely terrified.

The noise Zhang Jianguo made on the ground gradually subsided.

The flesh around the bite wound on his neck had begun to peel back, and the blood flowing out was black and had a pungent, fishy smell.

Qin Xue turned to look at Chen Yang.

"Mr. Chen, Uncle Zhang, he..."

Before she could finish speaking, Chen Yang had already squatted down and grabbed Zhang Jianguo's wrist.

Chen Yang placed his hand on Zhang Jianguo's pulse and felt the speed at which the toxin was spreading; the situation was indeed very serious.

The poisonous insect had been nourishing Old Master Qin's body for several days, and its toxicity was more than ten times stronger than when it was first put in.

That bite was extremely deep; the toxin went directly into Zhang Jianguo's carotid artery and is now rushing towards his heart through his bloodstream.

Zhang Jianguo's eyes began to roll upwards, and his body twitched involuntarily.

"Uncle, where did your energy go? Why are you such a coward now?"

Chen Yang made a joke.

Zhang Jianguo was foaming at the mouth and making gurgling sounds in his throat, unable to utter a single word.

His eyes were filled with pleading as he looked at Chen Yang.

Forget about saving face, staying alive is the most important thing right now.

Seeing Zhang Jianguo's reaction, Chen Yang didn't beat around the bush and said:

"Alright, considering your loyalty to Old Master Qin, I'll give you a hand."

Chen Yang stood up and pretended to reach into his pocket to take something out.

In reality, he activated the newly acquired spiritual spring space in his mind.

A thought crossed my mind.

A cool sensation gathers at your fingertips.

Chen Yang took a disposable paper cup from the water dispenser next to him and turned his back.

He placed his finger above the paper cup, and a tiny stream of water appeared out of thin air and fell into the cup.

Chen Yang poured only about half a cup before stopping.

He turned around, picked up the paper cup, walked over to Zhang Jianguo, and commanded:

"Open your mouth."

The two bodyguards Qin Xue brought were quick-witted. One of them grabbed Zhang Jianguo's shoulder, while the other pried open his chin.

Chen Yang then poured the half-cup of spiritual spring water directly into Zhang Jianguo's mouth.

The spring water looked no different from ordinary mineral water, but as soon as it entered Zhang Jianguo's throat, it emitted a faint fragrance of herbs and trees.

In less than ten seconds.

Zhang Jianguo stopped convulsing.

The dark purple wound on his neck began to fade slowly, and the black blood that had flowed out gradually turned into a normal red.

About a minute later.

Zhang Jianguo coughed twice and sat up abruptly from the ground.

He was breathing heavily, and touched his neck. Apart from a little pain, the feeling of almost suffocating had completely disappeared.

Zhang Jianguo looked at his hands, his face filled with disbelief.

"I... I've come back to life?"

Sun Changqing was also dumbfounded.

"How could that be? That was deadly poison! You were fine after just drinking some water. What kind of magic potion did you put in that water?"

Chen Yang threw the empty paper cup into the trash can and clapped his hands.

"It's nothing, just a family-inherited antidote, which we usually use to prevent mosquito bites."

This seemingly casual remark left Sun Changqing speechless.

Zhang Jianguo got up from the ground, not even bothering to brush off the dust, and walked straight up to Chen Yang.

His old face turned bright red, and after a long pause, he finally said:

"Young man, no, Mr. Chen, it was I, Zhang, who was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I apologize for my rudeness.

As he spoke, Zhang Jianguo was about to bow.

Chen Yang quickly grabbed his arm.

"Alright, Uncle Zhang, I can't accept your bowing at your age. Just don't look down on young people so easily in the future."

Zhang Jianguo nodded repeatedly, his face beaming with smiles.

"Absolutely, absolutely. If anyone dares to say a bad word about Mr. Chen in the future, I, Zhang Jianguo, will be the first to slap them across the face."

After dealing with Zhang Jianguo's troubles, Chen Yang returned to the bedside.

After Old Master Qin spat out that mouthful of black blood, although he expelled the poisonous insects from the outside, his condition did not completely improve.

The worm mother was still inside him.

As long as the queen insect lives, this crisis could return at any time.

Chen Yang once again condensed a drop of spiritual spring water with his finger and dripped it onto the old man's lips.

The spiritual spring water seeped into her lips.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Yang's hands moved like lightning, patting the old man's abdomen more than a dozen times.

Each palm strike carries a powerful, pure Yang internal force.

The sound of slapping could be clearly heard in the ward.

As Chen Yang moved, a lump the size of a pigeon egg swelled up under the skin of the old man's abdomen.

The bag seemed to have a life of its own, frantically moving around under the skin.

Chen Yang's eyes turned cold as he addressed the crowd:

"This is what's causing the trouble."

Then he put two fingers together, aimed them at the throbbing bulge, and stabbed it hard.

The internal energy, flowing through his fingertips, pierced the bulge like an invisible steel needle.

"hiss--"

A very faint, strange cry came from the old man's stomach.

The bulge quickly deflated, turning into a puddle of black liquid that seeped out from the old man's pores, staining a small patch of his hospital gown black.

After doing all this, Chen Yang let out a long breath.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Forcing out the insect mother was a delicate task; it required killing the insect mother without harming the old man's already weakened internal organs, which was extremely mentally taxing.

Chen Yang stepped back and said to Qin Xue:

"Alright, this time it's completely clean."

Qin Xue quickly went to the bedside.

Only three to five minutes passed.

Old Master Qin's fingers twitched.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and although his gaze was still somewhat cloudy, he was already showing signs of life.

"Xiaoxue."

"Grandpa, I'm here."

Qin Xue's eyes immediately reddened, and she quickly grasped the old man's hand.

Zhang Jianguo squeezed in as well, tears welling in his eyes, and sobbed:

"Old sergeant, you're finally awake! If anything had happened to you, how could I face my old comrades down here?"

Old Master Qin glanced at Zhang Jianguo, then at Chen Yang standing not far away.

Although he was unconscious, he subconsciously sensed what had just happened.

This young man saved me.

The old man forced a weak smile and said:

"Jianguo, stop howling, I'm not dead yet."

He looked at Chen Yang again and nodded slightly.

"Young man, it's you who saved this old man again. The Qin family owes you a debt of gratitude that grows ever greater."

Chen Yang walked over and sat down on the chair next to him.

"Old man, let's talk about gratitude later. There's a more important issue we need to figure out right now."

"What's the problem?"

Chen Yang looked directly into the old man's eyes.

"What exactly did you touch or eat when you went home this time?"

Qin Xue also pressed for answers from the side.

"Grandpa, Mr. Chen said that the poisonous insects in your body were deliberately stimulated, which must be because you recently came into contact with some poisonous object."

Old Master Qin leaned against the upright pillow, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He carefully recalled his life at the old house over the past few days.