Following the path of his memory, Qin Lang found Qin Chuan's ward at the fastest speed. The moment he pushed open the door, Qin Lang saw a group of doctors busily surrounding Qin Chuan's bed.,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!,Then the triangular-eyed doctor was about to say something else, but a voice cut him off sharply: “Go get a box of silver needles!”。