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Perhaps the decades of waiting for the old general had exhausted all the old lady’s energy.

Or it could be said that the old lady only managed to hold on to this moment with her last breath of strength.

After she and the old general recognized each other, the aura on her body became fainter.

At this moment, everyone could feel that the old lady's life was passing away bit by bit.

The old general who was closest to the old lady could naturally feel it, and he became anxious instantly.

"Guizhen! Guizhen, I'm Brother Sheng, I'm back."

"I'm sorry for you. I haven't found you for so many years."

"Don't leave, I still have a lot to say to you."

Just when the old general was bursting into tears, everyone in the Chen family on the side was also panicking.

Chen Lan’s father, Chen Zhong, the white-haired middle-aged man from before, immediately asked Chen Lan standing aside:

"Is He old enough?"

"Only Mr. He can save grandma now."

"We have just contacted him. Mr. He and his son are almost here. Dad, don't worry. Grandma will be fine."

Just when Chen Lan finished speaking, a servant of the Chen family led the two of them into the yard.

The first person was an old man wearing a Tang suit, and next to the old man was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

The two of them walked in tandem, and as soon as they entered the courtyard, Chen Zhong took the initiative to greet them.

The next second I saw him saying respectfully:

"Mr. He, Dean He, you are finally here. My mother is afraid that she will die. You have to find a way to save her."

After hearing what Chen Zhong said, the old man in Tang suit immediately comforted him:

"Mr. Chen, please rest assured, we will do our best to treat the old lady."

"I am relieved by He Lao's words."

After the two of them finished talking, Chen Zhong immediately led the father and son to the old lady's side.

Perhaps because of the emergency, the old man known as Mr. He did not immediately notice Yang Lin in the crowd, but focused his attention on the old lady.

After giving the old lady a diagnosis, his expression instantly became serious.

After a long silence, he said in a low tone to Chen Zhong beside him:

"Mr. Chen, the old lady's vitality and blood have declined to the extreme at this moment, and there is no way to save her with human power alone."

"Is it really hopeless?"

Upon hearing He Lao's diagnosis, Chen Zhong suddenly panicked.

In his mind, Mr. He was already a powerful figure. If he had come to such a conclusion, it would mean that his mother was really hopeless this time.

However, the next second Mr. He continued to say:

"But I have here a piece of An Gong Bezoar that was passed down from the previous imperial palace. Although it cannot bring the old lady back to life, it can allow the old lady to say a few more words to you."

As he spoke, he reached for the medicine from the medicine box he carried with him.

But at this moment, Yang Lin's voice came from the side.

"Although Angong Bezoar can save life, it is just a common medicine after all. Taking it at this moment may not make the old lady wake up immediately, so it is better to save this pill."

As soon as Yang Lin said this, everyone present looked at him.

The middle-aged man with glasses who had been following Mr. He frowned and said;

"Where did you come from, talking nonsense here? The old lady is at a critical moment now. If it can really save her life, a pill doesn't matter."

Not only was the middle-aged man with glasses looking unhappy, but the old lady's son Chen Zhong also looked at Yang Lin with an angry expression.

"As long as my mother can live a longer life, I am willing to make more money. I don't need you to worry about me."

As the two people spoke one after another, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became awkward.

Just when Chen Lan was about to come out to smooth things over, Mr. He's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It turns out it's you, the Taoist priest."

"Why are you here? Do you have a way to cure the old lady?"

Hearing what Mr. He said, the bespectacled middle-aged man who had previously scolded Yang Lin was dumbfounded.

When had he ever seen his father treat people with such respect?

Even those business tycoons or political elites, when his father saw them, they were all indifferent.

Why are you suddenly so polite to an ordinary-looking young man wearing a Taoist robe?

Even Chen Zhong became a little uneasy after seeing Mr. He's attitude.

He turned to Chen Lan and said:

"Who is this little Taoist priest?"

But before Chen Lan could answer, Yang Lin took the initiative to step forward, first glanced at Mr. He, and then at the old lady on the recliner.

"What Mr. He just said is right. The old lady's blood has indeed declined to the extreme."

"But this is not a disease, but the end of Yangshou."

"If I'm not wrong, the old lady is already ninety-five this year, and after today she should be ninety-six."

Hearing Yang Lin's words, Chen Zhong on the side nodded immediately after thinking for a moment.

"The little Taoist priest is right. My mother is indeed ninety-five years old this year, and tomorrow will be her 96th birthday."

"We originally planned to have a grand event to give her a happy birthday..."

"Every method is useless." Yang Lin continued.

"God has destined that the old lady can only live to be 95. It is impossible for her to live another day."

"As I just said, drugs can save lives, but they cannot change lives. What they can save are those who have not yet reached the end of their lifespan. Even gods can't save them after their lifespan has expired."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present and the audience in the live broadcast room were all stunned.

There has always been a theory of destiny, but some people believe in it and some don't.

"Really or not, is there really such a thing as the end of life?"

"It's fake. When a person dies, it's nothing more than organ failure and the body's cells stop metabolizing. How does this have anything to do with life?"

"That is to say, everything must be done scientifically. There can't really be a book of life and death that records everyone's life and death period."

"Isn't there a rich man abroad who replaces his organs every few years? People have lived for many years now, so they can change their lives if they have money."

"But is there a possibility that whether you have money or not is also predestined."

"I always heard from the old people in the village that people can sense their death before they die."

"That's not right. Yang Lin seemed to have said before that he could save the old lady, but now he says that the old lady's time has come and even gods can't save her. Isn't this inconsistent?"

"Yeah, so can he be saved?"

"I hope Yang Lin can save me. The old general and the old lady have just met. There must be a lot of things they haven't said yet."

Just as everyone was talking about it, the old general who had previously looked sad suddenly looked at Yang Lin with a pleading look on his face.

"Little Taoist Priest, I know you are capable. I beg you to save Guizhen."

"As long as you can let Guizhen live a few more days, I will agree to whatever conditions you propose."

After saying that, he would kneel down to Yang Lin on the spot.

Fortunately, Yang Lin's quick eyesight and hands quickly stopped him.

The next second everyone heard Yang Lin say:

"Don't worry, since Pindao said he would save her, he will never break his promise."

"But the old lady has no cure now, so the poor man can only use another method."

"In what way?"

"Zhuyoushu!"

Before everyone could figure out what Zhu Youshu Yang Lin was talking about, Yang Lin looked straight at the old general.

"I said before, old general, you are the medicine that cures the old lady."

"If I want to give the old general's remaining life to the old lady, are you willing?"

Following Yang Lin's shocking words, everyone was dumbfounded.