The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Well, you're right." Beiyehan nodded lightly.

However, whether Patriarch Qian thinks what Chu Xin said is right, you can tell from his face.

On the other side, Sheng Xueqing didn't stand up from her chair because of Patriarch Qian's arrival. After all, the identity of the saint was there, and she couldn't give in too much to the family.

"Qianming has seen the saint, but I don't know that the saint is here, what's the matter?"

Patriarch Qian Ming put on a cold face, reluctantly bowed to Sheng Xueqing, and before Sheng Xueqing signaled him to get up, he straightened up, stared at her fixedly, and asked straightforwardly.

"Patriarch Qian, I don't have anything important to do when I come here. I just heard that Young Master Qian's old poison has relapsed, so I came to have a look." Sheng Xueqing put down the teacup in her hand and said with a faint smile on her lips.

"Look? Did the saint come to see the joke?" Qian Ming snorted disdainfully and asked back.

see? It wasn't a day or two since his son was poisoned. It was the first time in more than 20 years that he came to see him, and Sheng Xueqing had the nerve to say it? Don't be afraid to laugh other people's big teeth off.

"Ben Sheng..."

"If the saintess came to see the joke, then there's no need, Man'er is not yet ready to take her last breath." Sheng Xueqing was about to speak, but was interrupted by Qian Ming.

Although the poison his son suffered would not kill him, but if Sheng Xueqing was really mad at him, what would happen? Naturally, he would not let Sheng Xueqing see his son .

"Patriarch Qian, my sage..."

"If the saint has nothing else to do, Qian Ming will not accompany her. Things are busy in the family, and there must be a lot of affairs in the saint's temple. Qian Ming will send the saint back to the temple."

Sheng Xueqing's words were interrupted by Qian Ming again. He looked at Sheng Xueqing like a child who was angry with his elders.

"I'm so angry, who are these people, Patriarch Qian, do you know who you are talking to?"

Finally, Sheng Chuxin couldn't stand it anymore, jumped up from the chair, and rushed in front of Qian Ming.

This guy is so skinny, he looks like a cow.

"Who are you showing your face to? Does anyone owe you anything?" Raising her eyebrows, she pointed at Qian Ming's chest with one hand and accused him.

"Who are you and how did you get into my thousand generations?"

Qian Ming didn't expect that besides Sheng Xueqing, there were other people in the hall. He obviously didn't feel it just now, and looked up at the two people who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Raising his hand, he wanted to shake off Sheng Chuxin's finger pointing at him. There was a great magical power hidden in his palm.

Anyway, as long as the person brought by Sheng Xueqing, An'an must have no good intentions. Even if he killed this woman, they deserved it most.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Chuxin seemed to have fully anticipated what Qian Ming was thinking, and retracted his fingers at once. Before Qian Ming had time to touch Sheng Chuxin, the magic power in his hand shook, and he was shocked internally.

"you--"

He looked at Sheng Chuxin in shock.

"What are you, you want to hurt me, do you think you have that ability? Hmph." Sheng Chuxin raised his eyebrows at him, with a provocative look, his teeth were itchy with anger.

"Beginning, don't be rude."

Seeing that Sheng Chuxin and Qian Ming were about to fight, Sheng Xueqing hurriedly stopped her.

Hearing her words, Sheng Chuxin snorted coldly at Qianming again, then turned around and came to Sheng Xueqing's side, holding her arm.