Power of Money (Jason Qin) novel Chapter 1270

At six o'clock in the evening.

After dinner, Qin Han arrived on time.

He invited the three of them to go to Wei Xiaohan's mansion together. With lanterns in hand, they strolled along the empty streets of the city.

It was already deep into the night as a bright moon hung high in the sky. It enveloped this ancient city that was rarely visited by outsiders. It was particularly enchanting.

As the night fell, all the people rushed into homes because of curfew, and the ancient buildings around them were all ablaze with sparkles.

However, these lights were not modern electric lights, but the kind of oil lamps in ancient times, lanterns, candles, and palace lanterns. However, because of the large number of them, like stars, the entire city was illuminated.

There was no electricity supply in Wei City. After Jason came here, he felt that there was another thing that surprised him.

Living in modern society, without electricity, it meant that a lot of things were inconvenient, which affected a lot of details in life. But here, they felt that life seemed to be very indifferent. Life was as usual and did not affect anything because of missing something.

Wei Xiaohan's residence was a large, separate

courtyard.

The buildings were antique and antique, with all kinds of bungalows, arching overhanging eaves, cobblestone paths, colorful lights swaying, and all kinds of colors.

After Qin Han led the three of them into the main gate, they walked all the way to the deepest part of the courtyard, a side room.

This place was very peaceful and peaceful. The environment was quiet and elegant. There were some rustling sounds and the cries of frogs.

"Miss is inside. I'll take you in."

Qin Han pushed the door open and led the three into the side room.

The room was filled with a pungent smell.

In the tent in front of them, there was a figure lying on one of the beds. Jason could feel that her breathing was very weak. It should be that her limbs were broken and she was poisoned by Wei Zipei.

"Do you need a pulse diagnosis?" asked Qin Han.

"The pulse diagnosis?"

Jason and Sylvia looked at each other. None of them was a doctor, and from the perspective of the already known illness, all the drugs would no longer have any effect on her. The only thing she could do was to use the fragments of the meteorite to transform her and bring her back to life.

"There's no need."

Jason glanced at Sylvia. As for the transformation of his body, he was a layman, and Sylvia was an expert in this field. She had already helped him and Qu Zhihai and had completed the transformation. He didn't know how much confidence he had in curing Wei Zipei under the current situation.

Sylvia looked at Wei Zipei, who was lying on the bed, and sighed softly.

Qin Han's expression stiffened and he asked nervously, "How is it?"

"What do you use to treat Wei Zipei's illness?" Sylvia asked.

"Chinese medicine," said Qin Han. "Our City of Wei has the best traditional Chinese medicine in the world. They have all come to treat Missy, but they can't do anything about it."

"Didn't you find any doctor of Western Medicine?" Sylvia asked.

"No." Qin Han shook his head. "Even the divine hand of the state can't solve it. How can those western doctors be able to solve it?"

"If this kind of nation's holy hand was so capable, then the ancient emperor wouldn't have

died from such a minor cold."

Sylvia glanced at him and said, "I saw the pinhole on her hand. Don't pretend. Did any outsiders come in and see her?"