Qin Lang still remembered the regret and unwillingness in Qin Chuan's eyes when he closed his eyes. His son was still young, his daughter-in-law had been taken away... As a man, he could only lie on the bed wasting his life, worse than death!,A slow poison! And a particularly insidious, particularly troublesome kind of slow poison!,Without removing this poison, Qin Chuan may not have lived to see today. We must use silver needles to extract the poison! And we must act quickly!。