City Summoning System

Chapter 155

Chapter 155

"If I find out that you are lying to me, you will be finished!" Yang Yong's face changed several times, and he finally agreed to Jiang Han's request.

There is no way, Yang Wenhua is not only his father, but also the talisman of this huge Yang family!If Yang Wenhua falls, I don’t know how many people will be hurt.

"I won't lie to you if I lie to anyone." Jiang Han smiled and followed Yang Yong up to the second floor.

Yang Yong gently opened the door, and a strong smell of traditional Chinese medicine wafted out, but Jiang Han stood at the door and did not go in.

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling about?" Yang Yong said to Jiang Han impatiently.

"Uh, don't panic." Jiang Han felt a little nervous.

Although it is true that Qingdi's spiritual blood is very powerful, it may not be effective against Yang Wenhua's disease.

Jiang Han didn't even know what disease Yang Wenhua had!If Qingdi's spiritual blood is not useful, then wouldn't his trip be in vain?

After Jiang Han hesitated for a while, Yang Yong's face completely darkened: "Jiang Han, are you treating my Yang family as a bully?"

"Come on, come on, what are you rushing for?"

Jiang Han walked in and saw Yang Wenhua lying on the bed dying.

"Fuck me, who is so cruel? This is too miserable."

At this time, Yang Wenhua did not have the mighty and domineering Jiang Han saw a few days ago, his face was pale and haggard, and his sunken eye sockets looked like a mummy.

"Hurry up and start!" Yang Yong jumped anxiously when he saw Jiang Han standing there as soon as he came in, not moving. If he didn't know that he couldn't beat Jiang Han, he would probably take action directly.

Jiang Han looked at Yang Yong and pointed at the door.

"Go out, I don't like people watching when I treat illnesses."

Just kidding, will Jiang Han heal?Certainly not, if Yang Yong stood here all the time, would he cut a gash on his body with a knife and drink blood for Yang Wenhua?

Then Yang Yong should not be scared to death directly?

Jiang Han was out of kindness, but Yang Yong didn't understand what he meant, instead he was on the verge of rage.

"Jiang Han, do you want to be treated?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

A group of relatives from the Yang family blocked the door. Seeing this situation, they became even more furious and scolded: "Boy, if you don't know medical skills, get out, don't disturb my elder brother's rest!"

"Don't think that you can run amok if you know a little martial arts! If you dare to make trouble again, be careful that you won't see the sun tomorrow!"

"Xiao Yong, drive him out!"

"Noisy!" Jiang Han's face darkened, he gathered his strength and slapped his palm on the wall.

With a bang, the wall was directly shot with cracks, which extended to the door, and half of the door was knocked off, causing all the Yang family members to back away in panic.

"Yang Yong, do you still want your dad to recover?"

"If you want, get rid of those eyesores!"

The corners of Yang Yong's eyes twitched, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked out the door.

"Jiang Han, you'd better cure my dad, or I'll make you pay the price!"

The door, half of which was knocked off by Jiang Han, was closed, and the room fell silent.

Jiang Han walked to Yang Wenhua's bed and looked at Yang Wenhua calmly.

Although he doesn't know medical skills, as a martial artist cultivates blood energy to refine his body, some clues can be seen from the rise and fall of blood energy alone.

At this time, Yang Wenhua's energy and blood were weak, and he was no different from a dying person.His breath was so breathless that he could barely notice the rise and fall of his chest.

Jiang Han pondered for a moment, then flipped his wrist, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand. Jiang Han slashed his fingertips without hesitation.

The light blue Qingdi spiritual blood flowed out slowly, the blood was a bit viscous, but it exuded a strong fragrance, and Jiang Han felt refreshed when he smelled it.

"My spiritual blood."

Jiang Han secretly cried out in pain, and the energy wrapped around the Qing Emperor's spiritual blood shot into Yang Wenhua's mouth.

Because he didn't know what disease Yang Wenhua had, Jiang Han spent his blood this time. All the stored energy was transformed into the Qing Emperor's spiritual blood and fed to Yang Wenhua until the blood flowing from his fingertips turned into bright red blood. only to stop.

Jiang Han's face turned pale, and he looked at Yang Wenhua whose breath had stabilized, and exhaled.

"Ma Dan, if it doesn't work, I'll be in big trouble!"

But what is more gratifying is that, a few minutes after Jiang Han stopped delivering the Qing Emperor's blood, the gray and white color on Yang Wenhua's face has faded, and a little rosy color has recovered.

"It works!" Jiang Han was overjoyed.

Cough!

Yang Wenhua coughed suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of sticky and foul-smelling black blood.

"I wipe it, what is this?" Jiang Han was startled, and immediately forgot about the stench, staring straight at something in the black blood.

In the black blood, some black worms were constantly wriggling, looking very disgusting.

"It seems that Yang Wenhua was framed by someone."

Jiang Han thought to himself.

Outside the door, Yang Yong stood guard at the door, always paying attention to the movement inside the door.Not far behind Yang Yong, a group of relatives were talking in low voices.

"This Yang Yong is too nonsense, anyone who comes here will let him go to see the elder brother's injury!"

"That's right, what if it doesn't get cured, or it gets worse?"

While everyone was talking, the door was opened.

Jiang Han walked out calmly, and said to Yang Yong at the door, "Go in and have a look, but you must be mentally prepared."

Yang Yong's face darkened immediately, he gave Jiang Han a hard look, and walked in the door.

Obviously, Yang Yong misunderstood Jiang Han's meaning and thought his father had died.

Others had the same idea, but thinking about Jiang Han's strength, they all held back their anger and walked into Yang Wenhua's room.

Jiang Han walked to the window feeling disappointed, and sighed: "I don't know how much food I have to eat to make it up. My spiritual blood!"

Not long after, exclamations came from behind.

Half an hour later, in the living room of the Yang family.

Jiang Han sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, enjoying the top-quality Dahongpao specially offered by the Yang family.

And Yang Yong was sitting opposite him, his face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes stayed on a black glass dish on the coffee table.

What was contained in the container was a pool of black and foul-smelling blood, and in the blood, black worms the size of sesame seeds were constantly wriggling.

"Did my dad really vomit this?" Yang Yong asked again.

"Nonsense, it wasn't your dad who vomited it, could it be I who vomited it?" Jiang Han rolled his eyes and said, "I have already cured your dad, don't forget what you promised me back then."

"The Yang family is such a big family, they won't cheat on me, right?"

Yang Yong snorted coldly, glanced at Jiang Han, and said, "Of course I won't play tricks on you, I, Yang Yong, am not mean enough to that extent!"

"Tsk tsk, you haven't reached this level, not necessarily those old guys from the Yang family." Jiang Han smiled and shook his head.

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this! I, Yang Yong, do what I say!" Yang Yong suddenly stood up and looked at Jiang Han.

"Now, you can go."

Jiang Han drank all the water in the teacup, got up and walked outside.

"Cut, just leave, who cares about staying here?"

(End of this chapter)