One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

He Yan looked at Zhang Wenjiang, who was lying on the bed with only movable eyeballs, and then turned to look at Zhang Wentao who was standing next to him. He sighed and said, "Are you two brothers? Why do you look different?"

"Well, the third child looks more like my mother." Zhang Wentao touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

like mom?Then their mother grew up...

"He Gaoren, do you think this can be saved?" Zhang Wentao asked.

He Yan didn't speak, but pinched Zhang Wenjiang's arm, lying limp -- lying, as if his bones had melted.

"Tsk... hey..." He Yan frowned, walking around the room with his hands behind his back.

Qinglong and Shanmao also came along, and Shanmao looked at Zhang Wenjiang worriedly.

And Qinglong looked at He Yan contemptuously, and he knew that He Yan had no choice.

Zhang Wenjiang couldn't move his whole body now, he couldn't even speak. He rolled his eyes, looking at this and that.

He Yan walked around the room, always feeling like Zhang Wenjiang moved the bed into a ktv.

He curled his lips and turned to look at Zhang Wenjiang's bed. His bed was black and very cool. The bed sheet was coral fleece with a tiger printed on it.

There is also a skull on the head of the bed for decoration, and the curtains are black with white zebras printed on them.

The whole room looks dark and ktv-like, and the whole mixed style belongs to it.

He Yan clicked his tongue again and sighed again and again, "It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be."

Hearing this, everyone present felt a little shocked.

Especially Zhang Wentao was about to cry, he hurriedly said: "He Gaoren, what does this mean? Is it hopeless?"

The faces of the people at the scene became heavy, only Zhang Wenjiang's eyeballs kept turning up and down, left and right, and finally, he made a cross-eyed.

He Yan pouted and pointed at his black curtain, "This curtain shouldn't be black, tsk, it's unlucky!"

Crowd: ...

"He Gaoren, you, you, you, didn't you just say the third child?" Zhang Wentao exclaimed.

"That's right, Bendija is talking about curtains, black curtains, tsk, it's unlucky." He Yan nodded seriously.

Without anyone knowing, Qinglong clenched his fists.

He Yan picked his nose and sat on the edge of the bed. He touched the quilt, turned his head to the second ball and said, "Qiu, let's find out what kind of fabric this quilt is made of. We'll buy it later. This one feels fluffy."

Er Qiu jumped off the leather sofa and walked over on catwalks. It stretched out its paws to touch it, and said, "It's made of coral fleece."

"I'll buy it when I get back." He Yan grinned.

It couldn't bear to watch the second ball anymore, it whispered: "He Yan, let's treat the illness first."

"Of course, it will be cured immediately." He Yan reached into his pocket and took out another piece of chewing gum.

But Zhang Wenjiang's mouth is no longer able to chew, and he can't eat this chewing gum at all.

Thinking of this, He Yan tore the gum and threw it into his mouth, chewing it.

Since you can't take medicine, you can only get injections.

He Yan stretched out his finger and gestured for an injection. He rolled up Zhang Wenjiang's sleeve and poked it up.

"Chirp..." He Yan imitated the sound of an injection.

[System strengthening, whole body recovery, I am just a tool system, what the host loves to do in the future]

"It's finished." He Yan put away his fingers and grinned resolutely.

This operation stunned everyone in the Spirit Control Department.

Even Zhang Wenjiang kept rolling his eyes trying to say something awesome, if he could move his limbs now, he would definitely sit up in a dying state of shock and ask the guest where he came from with a smile.

Where did the eldest brother find this kind of crouching dragon and phoenix chick?

"This, this is enough? Are you joking?" Qinglong asked.

He Yan glanced at him lightly: "You can go ahead."

"You...boss, he is messing around!" Qinglong was indignant.

Zhang Wentao did not expect such a treatment method. He had read He Yan's information, which said that he did have the ability to rejuvenate.

But giving an injection with a finger is too unconvincing.

Seeing his ugly face, Liu stepped forward with one hand, patted He Yan on the shoulder, then looked firmly at Zhang Wentao and said, "We have to trust him."

"Okay, okay, when will it be effective?" Zhang Wentao asked weakly.

He Yan thought for a while, and said, "He was seriously injured, at least tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Then... will it really work?" Zhang Wentao asked again. If it doesn't work, then he will definitely die.

He Yan nodded firmly: "If it doesn't work tomorrow, I'll have diarrhea on my head."

"Okay, what you said." Qinglong said with widened eyes.

Zhang Wentao glared at Qinglong: "You two, go back to the department."

"Yes, Boss!" Shanmao saluted Zhang Wentao, then quickly dragged Qinglong away.

After they left, He Yan sat on the leather sofa, and said, "If the mistress is ready, then I have to promise Bendiga one condition."

"What conditions?" Zhang Wentao asked subconsciously.

He Yan said: "Give me the little fox, and I will take her back to Jiangcheng."

"The eight-tailed fox? She is with the werewolf, and she still refuses to reveal the werewolf's lair. You can't take her away." Zhang Wentao said with a embarrassed face.

He Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "I found her, so she should be handed over to Bendija. Bendijia can find the werewolf's lair."

"She's a repeat offender. It's hard for me to do this when you're like this."

Zhang Wentao frowned and thought for a while, then said: "But...if you can find the werewolf's lair, I can hand her over to you."

The two hit it off immediately, and in the afternoon, He Yan gave Zhang Wenjiang a few more injections, still using He's pointer method.

Zhang Wentao is currently treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. After 24 hours, Zhang Wenjiang will die. Instead of letting him wait to die, it is better for He Yan to give it a try.

"He'll be fine tomorrow morning, we'll go back first." He Yan wiped his hands with a wet towel.

Zhang Wentao thanked him again and again, and asked, "So what do I need to do tonight?"

"You don't need to do anything, what should you do?" He Yan said.

Zhang Wentao added He Yan's Wechat to facilitate timely communication. He originally wanted to invite He Yan and them to dinner, but Zhang Wenjiang needed someone to take care of him, so they had to reunite on another day.

After bidding farewell to the two brothers Zhang Wentao, He Yan and his party boarded Chen Twelve's big car.

On the way, He Yan licked a lollipop by the car window, and a traffic accident happened on the road ahead.

He Yan narrowed his eyes, and vaguely saw a man in a yellow vest lying in a pool of blood.

With just one glance, the car drove past.

Several people first ate downstairs in the hotel before going upstairs.

In the huge presidential suite, the big bed is big enough for three people to sleep. He Yan fell asleep as soon as he lay down on the bed.

As night fell, a torrential rain began to fall in Yuncheng, and the rainwater splashed on the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite.

Between lightning and thunder, He Yan was awakened by the thunder, he stretched himself and sat up.

There was no one in the room. When I walked outside to the living room, I saw Liu Yishou and Chen Twelve playing games with their mobile phones.

"Our crystal is being attacked!"

"Attack the enemy Luban No. [-]."

"What are you doing? What time is it?" He Yan rubbed his eyes and walked to the sofa to sit down.

Er Qiu was watching cat and mouse with his mobile phone, and Chen Twelve was playing a game. Chen Twelve's Zhuge Liang had just won a pentakill.

"I'll do it, my teammates are too good." Chen Twelve threw his phone on the sofa and clenched his fists.

He Yan chuckled: "I play too."

Chen Twelve pouted, He Yancai's batch was like a personal computer.

So in order to protect his rank, Chen Twelve refused.