Raid that snake spirit disease

It is impossible to take out the items in the storage space.

However, Yi Canglang is someone who just sits and waits to die.Now that the consciousness is bound in the body of this sentence, he will come and rest in peace. Although the calculation of thinking is slow compared to the previous period of "the strongest reincarnation", he can become the well-deserved number one. Not only luck, wrist, but also firm perseverance.

How about slower?As long as you persevere every day, with the help of correct intuition, you will definitely not get nothing!

But when Yi Canglang closed his eyes and calculated with his whole body, the outside world, the two people who looked after him all had serious expressions on their faces.Ning Zhiyue diagnosed him from Dr. Yang who saw him. He had turned into typhoid fever, and his complexion changed drastically, and he even blurted out: "How is this possible!"

Doctor Yang is the talent that Ning Zhiyue made friends with after his rebirth. He is a foreign pastor with extraordinary art. However, after coming to the mainland of China, he became interested in Chinese medicine. , and gave himself a Chinese name and a Chinese surname.Ten years later, he has treated more and more important people, his medical skills are superb, and his skills are even more extraordinary——

Even if he is a foreign priest, it is not easy to find all kinds of medicines in a steady stream when there are wars everywhere.

After being shocked, Ning Zhiyue could only believe his diagnosis, but she couldn't figure it out. It was clear that Mr. Xue in his previous life was only suffering from a cold and delayed the best chance of treatment, so he died suddenly and forever.Now I have all kinds of precautions, and I have prepared all kinds of things in case of emergencies, but I never thought that the fate is such a coincidence, but it is such a terrible disease as typhoid fever!

Even in the period of the Republic of China, with the import of Western medical civilization, there was still hesitation in the treatment of typhoid fever, and many new treatises on typhoid fever were published one after another, which can be seen from this.

Doctor Yang is already the most powerful doctor that Ning Zhiyue can find in Yuecheng, but he can only shake his head in vain: "One is the difficulty of treatment, and the other is that the special medicine that I know is not available now."

"How could it be?!" Ning Zhiyue asked anxiously.

At this time Gu Xuejun was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Yi Canglang's consciousness was scorched by the "heart fire" inside, and his face showed pain and forbearance from time to time, but when he heard Dr. Yang's words at this time, he could not bear it. After a short pause, the dense fog that was originally stacked in front of my eyes suddenly drifted away a little.

This statement... there must be something wrong with this statement!

The consciousness became more and more comatose, Gu Xuejun bit the tip of his tongue, which stimulated him to struggle to open his eyes again.

Ning Zhiyue had just experienced a great shock and grief, and when she suddenly saw his reaction, she was overjoyed, and hurried over to see if he had improved.

Seeing this, his face turned pale. At this time, Gu Xuejun's handsome face made of ice and snow, like a breeze and a bright moon, was covered with fine beads of sweat, but his lips were horribly pale. Just the act of opening his eyes was enough. It seemed to take all his strength.

"Mr. Xue! Are you okay!"

"Brother Xuejun!" Another voice also sounded, but it was Ning Zhiyun who had been helping to take care of him, and at this time, he thoughtfully sent a warm handkerchief, trying to wipe off the sweat on his face .

Gu Xuejun frowned, and wanted to turn his face sideways, but found that when he did this, his back neck hurt, and his whole body seemed to be falling apart. It was extremely difficult!

Fortunately, Ning Zhiyue was not happy that her sister polluted the pure white and innocent Xuejun, so she blocked it without a trace, and somehow she ran to the front, and blocked Gu Xuejun's face with one hand, obviously only one Just a finger away, Ning Zhiyun suddenly felt that the people in front of him were not human anymore.

"Mr. Xue, what are you going to say?! Say it! I'm listening!" After all, it was a childhood sweetheart, and Ning Zhiyun suddenly understood what he meant.

"Xiu, uncle..."

"Ah! I'm going to send a telegram to my father right now!" Ning Zhiyue gritted her teeth and forced a big smile, "Mr. Xue, just take a good rest. Father will be back soon!"

At this moment, is it his father who still lingers in Xuejun's heart?

Ning Zhiyue had mixed feelings in her heart, she didn't know if she should blame her father for her crimes, or lament Xue Jun's stupidity...

However, no matter complaining or sighing, there is a touch in my heart after all.

The next moment, the woman secretly glared at Ning Zhiyun who was eager to get close to the patient, and deeply hated her for not knowing how to approach Xuejun until now. Luck, pulled out a forced smile: "Yun'er, come over and have a few words with me...I feel so sad..."

The Silly Son of the Landlord's House of Dodder Blossoms (15)

Ning Duxiu, who was far away in other places, felt inexplicably restless these days, and was even more shocked when he received the telegram. He didn't care about the messy things at hand, so he took the train back to Yuecheng that night.

"Master is back!"

"master!"

"Father!"

"Uncle Xiu..."

He walked quickly all the way, and the strong aura under the flying robes shocked everyone he met to retreat—for some reason, Boss Ning looked particularly terrifying at this time, even, even at that moment. Beneath the icy and terrifying expression, there was a hint of panic!

Ning Zhiyue, who originally wanted to go over and tell him about Gu Xuejun's condition, stopped suddenly, hesitated to speak, but finally took a step back, silently gave the space to Boss Ning, and took the initiative to lead people out of the room.

With a "click", the door was closed, and Ning Duxiu stared blankly at the young man lying on the sickbed. His face was blushing strangely and covered with beads of sweat. Even in his sleep, he was still restless. frowned.Not uncomfortable, not uncomfortable... I have clearly promised you peace and joy for the rest of your life...

At this time, Ning Duxiu didn't feel anxious or distressed, etc. His face was blank, like a delicate statue whose soul had been sucked out.If you look closely at his eyes, you will find a trace of panic in the depths.

Again, it's like this again!

His father and eldest brother left him suddenly and innocently, but he couldn't even cry, but had to shoulder the responsibility of the entire Ning family.But now, looking at Mr. Xue who was lingering on the sick bed, the horror of losing him appeared again. The person lying here at this moment was the last person he wanted to protect. However, seeing him in such pain, Ning Duxiu couldn't stop Incapable of expressing heartache.

As early as when he gritted his teeth, gave up all his youthful spirit at a young age, and guarded the entire Ning family, he lost his ability to be weak.In order to make herself stronger, Ning Duxiu hypnotized herself over and over again, making herself believe that she was invincible and that she was confident in everything.

However, a fake is a fake after all. He is not a really powerful humanoid weapon, but an ordinary person who can be satisfied, cowardly, struggling, and hesitant.He had already carried too many things on his shoulders—and the conjecture that the person he loved the most might die in front of him weighed heavily on his last line of defense.

He had a stiff face and a stiff body, but he didn't even dare to touch the person in front of him.He finally knew how timid and incompetent he was.He kept saying that he would not let Xue Jun go, but he would only enjoy the hidden happiness under Xue Jun's closeness.

Ning Zhiyue looked at it quietly, and saw that the loneliness and desolation around him was really shocking, so she couldn't help but feel a little terrified, and somehow thought that if something happened to Gu Xuejun, the strong and calm father would probably follow him... ridiculous illusion.

Ning Duxiu is in a delicate state at this time, as if returning to the time when her elder brother just died 20 years ago.His whole person is divided into two layers, inner and outer. The inner one has lost all thinking ability, panic, sorrow, fear and other emotions are churning, but the outer one is extremely indifferent, as calm as a machine, numb Giving orders without hesitation, he restrained himself and completely blocked all his emotions.

He was like this 20 years ago, because what the head of the Ning family needs is strength that can support the world.

And 20 years later, he still does.

"Expand the scope and ask for medicine in the entire Yue Province. The focus is on those foreign businessmen. The aristocratic families who have good relations with us can also invite them to help. I don't believe that I, Ning Duxiu, can't find it in such a big Yue Province. A medicine!"

"Ask some more doctors to see Mr. Xue. This illness is too urgent and too coincidental. If someone wants to take this opportunity to stir up trouble, I will teach him what it feels like to regret it!"

……

Following his order, the Ning family seemed to have found a backbone, and started to operate layer by layer like a tide. If the Ning family was compared to a machine, the arrival of Ning Duxiu now revived the entire machine.

Ning Zhiyue had to succumb, this was probably the difference between her father and herself, as long as her father was there, it seemed that any difficulties would not matter.

Although her father with such a frozen face and even a bit of coldness was beyond her expectations, after all, no matter how she speculated, she couldn't figure out why he was still so calm in the face of the danger of the person he admired.But there is no doubt that after her father appeared, her heart hanging in her throat fell steadily back into the distance.

Just as Ning Zhiyue was about to get up and leave, she suddenly saw her father's hand holding the pen trembling slightly.

She was startled before she realized the truth, which seemed to be different from what she had originally thought.

Ning Duxiu felt her gaze, and he raised his eyes to glance at her lightly.

It was this glance that made Ning Zhiyue's steady heart fall straight into the abyss.

There was no emotion in that look—he blocked himself behind the shadows.

Ning Zhiyue suddenly realized