Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

The icy wind hit his face heavily.

In the ward, only the monitor was silently emitting green light.

Since Yuyan suddenly opened his eyes in the dark, fresh oxygen quickly poured into his lungs, his vision changed from black to white, and it was extremely bright.

The broken blood vessels in the body didn't seem to grow well, and he let out a withered gasp accompanied by trembling.

Just the act of opening his eyes had exhausted his stored nutrients, so Cong Youyan had to close his eyes again to recharge his batteries.

The crow on the sycamore tree was frightened by the movement in the house. After sweeping away the previous slump, it yelled a few times, flapping its wings and flying away.

The two young nurses who were rounding the ward were startled by the noise outside the window. After closing the window tightly, they leaned together and chatted in a low voice.

"Is this person an [-]th line star who just debuted?"

"Yeah, when the first aid was sent, the intestines all flowed out."

"So miserable?"

"It is said that this little star lived a disorderly life and was reported by the people in Chaoyang District. The company wanted to terminate the contract with him, so he played suicide downstairs in the film and television company."

"Really…"

"Who knows, I heard it's messed up."

After the nurse finished chirping, she went to check the room elsewhere.

……

The hour hand on the wall is spinning silently.

Lying on the hospital bed, the fingertips gradually showed a little rosiness, and Cong Youyan tried to breathe a few times, without any stuttering, he adjusted his breath and tried his best to force himself to sit up.

When the body was pulled hard, the monitoring instrument beside him beeped instantly.

The door was pushed open vigorously, and a group of people rushed in buzzing.

This group of white-clothed men were groping themselves recklessly.Those who raised the eyelids, felt the pulse, checked the wound, and took the body temperature all performed their duties.

A white coat walking in front picked up a stethoscope, leaned forward to listen to the heartbeat, and nodded with satisfaction, "Do you still remember your name?"

Turning from Yuyan's eyes, slowly merging the memories left by the original owner, he grinned and said, "My surname is Cong, and my first name is Yuyan."

The white coat raised five fingers and asked him to continue asking: "Look here, what is this?"

Sitting up from Yuyan's support, he stared at the five fingers for a few times, touched his chin and said, "Fingertips are blistered and peeled, which is due to the accumulation of poisonous gas, and the disease of excessive moisture squeezing the spleen."

The white coat was taken aback after hearing this... Is this the reaction a normal patient should have?

Youyan yawned and retreated to the bed: "Simple, take red bean, barley, gorgon, yam, gallinacea, amomum, poria cocos, Sophora japonica, honeysuckle, lily, black medicine leaves, grind them into powder and cook porridge. After a month, it can be solved."

The few white coats standing behind were also stunned.

The doctor who reacted first was the one closest to Cong Youyan.

The man withdrew his palm, nodded with a smile, and wrote vigorously on the recording board.

"Very well, after another two weeks of observation, I can be discharged from the hospital."

……

The backyard of the rehabilitation department.

Since Youyan was sitting by the bed, holding a mirror to observe the back of his left ear, he always felt that this pea-sized red mole looked strange.

How should I put it, to the touch, it is smooth and smooth, without any blemishes.

The key is that the red mole is too smooth and smooth, without any blemishes.

If he couldn't figure it out, he didn't bother to think about it anymore. He propped his chin to write and draw on the paper, and the pictures were all old things.

From Yuyan's birth, Grandpa was named Marshal, Father was a former imperial general, siblings Gu were martial arts practitioners, and they were the second generation of officials with rich family background.After growing up carefree and carefree, because of her pure yang constitution and no adverse veins, she was favored by the wandering medicine valley poison sage and accepted as his disciple.

I study alchemy with my master every day, and conquer poison with Shi Shibo. Although the cultivation is hard, it is also fun.

On the day of refining the Retrograde Nine Revolving Pill, the weights of the girl and the snake slough were obviously different.But the younger brother said that this is a new prescription calculated by the master and uncle.

Thinking that everyone is from the same sect, they shouldn't do any tricks when refining medicine.Therefore, when Maoshi arrived, Cong Youyan still took the black beetle and stepped into the alchemy room on time.

When the huge explosion exploded in the alchemy room, the master and the others must have been terrified, right?

Fortunately, the black beetle came along with him---

Youyan's pupils slowly focused on the paper, on which a young man in flowing clothes was scribbled, standing on the top of a mountain, looking up to the sky and screaming.

Before he could express his emotion about the impermanence of the world, the door was pushed open vigorously.

A fat man with a bare head and a fit of rage broke into the door. After meeting his eyes, he rolled up his sleeves and spit at Cong Youyan who was covering his head and face.

"Congyouyan! You're causing trouble again? Don't you want to be in this business anymore? If you don't want to work, you should have said it earlier! Sister Ye is very angry now, and the consequences will be serious! It's better for you to play death escape downstairs in the company!"

Cong Youyan squinted his eyes, looked at the irritable orangutan, and there was a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Xiong Da yelled for a long time, his voice became hoarse, but in exchange for the other party's outrageous shouting and asking, he was a little confused---what's wrong with this little brat today?Taking the wrong medicine?Dare to talk back?However, what should be said still needs to be finished.

Xiong Da suppressed his anger, shook out a piece of paper, and threw it on the hospital bed: "I am your former manager! Now, this is the condition of the company's opening. First, help you suppress this headline hot search, and then hold a press conference. Contract termination."

Cong Youyan sneered: "Since you have proposed to terminate the contract, how about the compensation for my liquidated damages?"

"What face do you have, and you still want liquidated damages?" Xiong turned on the phone angrily, and clicked on the headline: "Look, look, and see what the fan circle says about you! A line only depends on unspoken rules The performance of the young actor with zero acting skills is jaw-dropping and makes me want to vomit."

Cong Youyan didn't care about these at all, and he was even less interested in the official statement thrown on the quilt. He looked indifferent: "Help me pay all the hospital expenses, and don't worry about the rest."

Seeing that Cong Youyan made a price, it doesn't seem to be too much, and I can still deduct most of it.Xiong Da thought that his scheme had succeeded, and said triumphantly, "Okay, deal!"

Cong Youyan opened the bedside drawer, and took out a stack of bills: "Take it."

Xiong Da took it proudly, glanced at it, rubbed his eyes, and looked again, he was right!One hundred thousand!

He looked at Cong Youyan, who was drinking tea leisurely, in surprise: "You are piled up with gold, the accommodation fee for a few days is so expensive?"

"My life is definitely valuable! After recovering from a serious illness, I have to buy some supplements to recuperate." Cong Youyan finished speaking slowly, and then looked out of the window.

Xiong Da turned his back and calculated the amount in secret. Compared with the hundreds or tens of millions of other people's termination fee, it is only a mere hundred thousand, which is barely acceptable.

Xiong Dagang made an expression that could be considered, and Cong Youyan urged him to go to the front desk to pay the bill.

Slamming on the door, Cong Youyan rubbed his chin and said with a smile: "I'm lucky today, someone will give you money if you are short of money, and you will find a pillow when you are sleepy."

He dragged out a basin of medicinal herbs that were ground into powder from under the bed, put it in his hand and smelled it carefully... The aura here is really barren, completely different from that of thousands of years ago, making the herbs smell like chaotic domestic vegetables .

There is no way, since I bought it, I have to use it on myself.

Youyan mixed these herbal powders with hot water, mixed them well, soaked them comfortably, and lingered in the mist, he sighed comfortably on his back, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "My God, I am back again!"