Rebirth of a wealthy and crazy son-in-law

Chapter 296 Like a Dream
The old man mentioned the person he was supporting, and walked towards the cabin with strides, but the strides were obviously much faster.

Looking at the strange old man in front of him, Yang Ming narrowed his eyes, and scanned his extremely simple black linen clothes and pairs of cloth shoes that were about to show his toes.

He walked on the rugged mountain road with the injured Yang Ming. Yang Ming wanted to refuse the old man's help, but he was seriously injured. Without the old man's help, he might really die in this barren mountain forest.

From the tent stained with blood all the way to this small cabin in the quiet mountain, Yang Ming, who was already exhausted, felt like he was exhausted.

The old man helped Yang Ming to sit on a stool beside the small hut, then turned around and walked towards the back room.

Yang Ming blinked his tired eyes, looked at this strange environment and this randomly built cabin, glanced at it with disgust, and then wanted to get up and leave. He didn't want to stay in this environment for one more minute.

"Why are you going? If you are seriously injured, rest well and don't run around." The old man came out of the back room with a boxy box in his hand.

The clear and pleasant words made Yang Ming stop the pace of leaving. He turned around and looked behind him in a daze, turned his head away, and said lightly, "I don't want to stay here any longer. I don't belong here, I'm going back to where I came from."

After finishing speaking, Yang Ming dragged his bleeding leg and limped forward, no matter what the old man behind him said, he would not turn his head to look at him.

The old man put the box on the table casually, then rushed to Yang Ming in a hurry, and stopped him, "Son, even though I don't agree with what you said, since you came here, it means you have yourself." mission, you can only belong here."

Yang Ming stopped, but Yang Ming didn't seem to have the slightest feeling about the old man's words, but just fell into deep thought.

Seeing that Yang Ming didn't respond, the old man said, "Even if you don't belong here, you are still bleeding all over your body. You have to deal with it first, so that you can go back."

Compared to dying in this poor country, Yang Ming felt that what the old man said was that he would not be afraid of running out of firewood to keep the green hills, and the most important thing was to save his life.

Turning around and seeing the old man open the box, Yang Ming boldly guessed that the old man should be a reliable doctor, and he didn't shirk it.

Yang Ming found a stool and sat down. Seeing a smile on the old man's face, he turned around and went to the table to retrieve the box.

The old man skillfully pulled up Yang Ming's wrist, sounding his pulse well, and after a minute, the old man put down Yang Ming's hand, turned around and looked for something in the box.

Yang Ming didn't see what the old man was doing, only heard the sound of skin cracking, the old man turned around, blood was dripping from his wrist, and in the other hand he held a strangely shaped vessel, the blood inside was shaking as the old man walked .

Yang Ming was taken aback when he saw this, and pointed at the old man's wrist. Before he could make a sound, the old man said kindly, "Son, close your eyes."

"But, your hand..."

"It's okay, just close your eyes and you'll be fine in a while."

Yang Ming had no choice but to close his eyes obediently, and instantly felt a breath approaching him step by step, but he also knew that the old man would not kill him, so he didn't open his eyes.

The old man rolled up the ragged clothes along Yang Ming's arm, and Yang Ming felt a little uncomfortable when a rush of heat rushed over his face.

Hearing the sound of clattering, Yang Ming only felt that his wrist was stabbed, and a pain spread all over his body in an instant.

It seemed that there was a steady stream of power pouring into Yang Ming's body. He couldn't accept it, but he also enjoyed it.

"Okay." The old man's voice sounded in Yang Ming's ear, extremely crisp.

Yang Ming opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to look at the place where he was stabbed, only to see some residual blood on his wrist.

Yang Ming seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly looked up at the old man. The blood in the container in his hand was only a blood-stained bottle.

The old man was packing the box, his body trembling slightly.

"Uncle, are you okay!" Yang Ming hurriedly got up and stepped forward to support the old man.

"I'm fine." The old man waved his hand at Yang Ming, indicating that he has no major problems and don't worry.

Yang Ming instantly felt a wave of heat swelling in his body, which brought inexhaustible strength to his exhausted body.

Yang Ming's heart was full of joy, but he thought about what to do if he unfortunately contracted a disease because of accepting the blood transfusion from the old man.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help but let go of the old man's hand, with a sense of loss and worry in his eyes.

Seeing Yang Ming let go and took a few steps back, the old man just gave Yang Ming a silent smile, "It's okay, the child doesn't need to help me."

Looking at the kind face of the old man, Yang Ming was a little speechless. He wanted to go up to help the old man, but he was afraid that the germs brought by the old man would make him sick.

Yang Ming lowered his head, not daring to look up at every expression of the old man. Yang Ming felt a little hot in his body. He felt that the wounds on his body were healed instantly at this moment. He was resurrected with full blood, and his whole body was full of inexhaustible strength.

Yang Ming looked up at the old man again, and saw the old man staggering towards the back room with the box in his hands. Yang Ming wanted to open his mouth to ask the old man.

I just felt a stream of air swimming in my head, and the speed was very fast. Yang Ming put his hands on his head, feeling like there were thousands of ants biting his head.

After fainting for a while, Yang Ming struggled and fell to the ground. In a daze, he saw that the old man was still walking forward, and he didn't intend to turn back.

I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how long I have slept. Yang Ming rubbed his eyes, and a halo fell on Yang Ming's eyes.

Yang Ming propped himself on the ground and got up reluctantly. Maybe it was because he had been lying on the ground for a long time. He stroked his back with his hands, but there was no warmth in his back, and his body seemed to be disobedient. He wanted to raise his hand. , but felt that there was no strength in his hands.

Yang Ming found a place to lean against and waited for enough ultraviolet rays to be absorbed, and the temperature on his back recovered, only then did he remember the scene before Footsteps passed out.

Yang Ming looked left and right, only to find that he was in the original place, not in the old man's hut, which made Yang Ming a little curious, and he wanted to find that hut again.

So, Yang Ming followed the rugged mountain road that the old man helped him through. After walking for a long time, when he arrived at the place where the small hut was originally built, there were only dense and shady trees in front of him. sunshine.

Yang Ming searched here for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't find the small hut standing in the middle of the mountain.

(End of this chapter)