Soon, Su Yingxue sat on the toilet, perhaps because of the pain of the wound, her cheeks were crimson and her brows were furrowed, looking as if she was enduring pain.

Su Yingxue, who was sitting on the toilet, couldn't speak, and didn't even dare to open her eyes.

The pain caused by the writhing in the abdomen quickly paralyzed the whole body, and Su Yingxue's senses gradually disappeared at this time, uncontrollably released.

Jiang Lang waited for about a minute, and after there was no sound, Jiang Lang was ready to dress Su Yingxue and walk out.

Su Yingxue, who was already in pain, could only let Jiang Lang take her back to the hospital bed.

Lin Meiling covered her face and waited outside, and saw Jiang Lang walking out with Su Yingxue in her arms through her fingers, although she didn't know what was happening, she could already see it clearly from Su Yingxue's blushing cheeks, and she made up a lot of pictures in her mind.

"That, Xiaoxue, I came here to inform you of an important matter, there will be a class reunion next week, and the person who will hold this class reunion is the class president of the same class in the university. Lin Meiling looked at Su Yingxue and embarrassedly said another purpose of her trip.

Where did Su Yingxue still have the heart to participate in any class reunion, so she casually said a few perfunctory sentences.

Lin Meiling hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke, "Xiaoxue, I think you should not go to the class reunion, this class reunion is a little ...... Anyway, I went first. ”

After the words fell, Lin Meiling turned around and left here quickly.

Su Yingxue wanted to say something, but Lin Meiling left too quickly, and when the words came to her mouth, she took them back.

Without Lin Meiling, the atmosphere in the room fell into embarrassment for a while.

calmed Su Yingxue's emotions, checked Su Yingxue's wound again, and then sat silently on the edge of the bed.

Now, the sky has darkened, and Feng Hai, Zhuge Liuyun and Lin Wushuang have also come to the ward.

None of the three of them spoke, standing silently aside, but Feng Hai couldn't hold it back, opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but held it back.

Jiang Lang naturally noticed Feng Hai's strangeness and sighed, "Feng Hai, if you have anything to say, just say it." ”

"Well, Brother Wolf, someone just sent this thing. Feng Hai took out a small porcelain vase from his arms and handed it to Jiang Lang's hand.

Jiang Lang glanced at it, his brows immediately furrowed, and he grabbed Feng Hai's hand with a nervous expression, "Feng Hai, where is that person now?"

"I don't know, he gave me the stuff and left. Brother Wolf, what's wrong with you, do you know that person?" Feng Hai explained, seeing Jiang Lang's nervous expression, he asked with curiosity.

Jiang Lang didn't speak, looking down at the porcelain vase in his hand.

There is a very prominent pattern on the vase, which represents an organization, a team, and a person's identity.

That's right!

It's the old porcelain vase!

The sudden appearance of Lao Dao made Jiang Lang, who was already calm in life, suddenly make waves in his heart, and his heart was very bitter.

Since parting three years ago, the old road has completely disappeared from the land of Great China.

Jiang Lang once tried to find Lao Dao, but no matter how much ability he used, he never found Lao Dao.

Now that the old way has appeared in Wangcheng, Jiang Lang naturally wants to see the master again.

"Young Marshal ......"

Lin Wushuang walked to Jiang Lang's side, shouted with a worried expression, and when the words came to his mouth, he took them back.

Jiang Lang retracted his expression and shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine." ”

opened the porcelain vase and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently, and a refreshing breath came to his face, mixed with an indescribable feeling, which restored Jiang Lang's whole mental outlook.

"This is! Old Dao's Spiritual Cleansing Cream!" Jiang Lang couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes looked in the direction of Su Yingxue.

Qingling ointment is a plaster independently developed and created by Lao Dao, which can quickly recover from external injuries.

For Jiang Lang, who has been fighting on the battlefield all year round, this plaster is undoubtedly not a life-saving spiritual treasure. But the development of Qingling paste is more troublesome, Jiang Lang once thought about learning a thing or two from the old Tao, but the old Tao did not teach Jiang Lang, which also made Jiang Lang very puzzled by the old Tao's thoughts.

walked to the side of the bed and instructed the three people beside him: "You three go out first, I will give Su Yingxue medicine." ”

Zhuge Liuyun immediately understood what Jiang Lang meant, and pulled Lin Wucheng to walk outside, but Feng Hai was very curious about the ointment in the porcelain bottle, but he was quickly pulled out by Zhuge Liuyun.

There were no outsiders, Jiang Lang lifted Su Yingxue's futon and applied the plaster little by little to Su Yingxue's injured position.

The effect of Qingling Plaster soon came into play, and the originally injured abdomen began to heal slowly, and soon only a scar remained.

Although the medicinal effect of Qingling Paste is very strong, it cannot recover from trauma without leaving scars, which is also one of the defects of Qingling Cream.

After applying the ointment, Jiang Lang walked out of the ward and headed towards another ward.

There is still a scar on his mother's body, and Jiang Lang naturally needs to deal with it as well.

After doing this, Jiang Lang instructed Feng Hai: "Feng Hai, I have to work hard for you during this time, go and transfer my mother to a special ward, and let the hospital eliminate my mother's hospitalization cases. ”

"Brother Wolf, what are you going to do here?" Feng Hai stared at Jiang Lang in confusion, looking curious.

Jiang Lang grimaced, "Go quickly!"

Feng Hai saw that Jiang Lang was reluctant to speak, and also realized that the matter was very troublesome, so he hurriedly walked out.

Zhuge Liuyun walked to Jiang Lang's side and waved the feather fan in his hand, "Young Marshal, have you decided?"

"It is impossible for Lao Dao to appear in Wangcheng for no reason, I am afraid that it will not be long before there will be a bloody storm in Wangcheng, and we must prepare in advance. Jiang Lang said with a suggestive face.

Turning around and glancing in the direction of Su Yingxue's ward, he said in a deep voice: "Now, we have more important things to deal with than before!"

"Young Marshal, you order!"

Zhuge Liuyun knelt on one knee and said passionately.

Jiang Lang's face was calm, and his body exuded a kingly domineering spirit, "Spread out, just say that I, Jiang Lang, am looking at the city now!"

"Yes!"

Zhuge Liuyun said excitedly, and immediately walked outside.

Looking at Zhuge Liuyun's back, Jiang Lang let out a long breath.

Although he knew that he wanted to make a comeback when he got the Jiangshan Ring, Jiang Lang at that time was more to protect Su Yingxue.

At this field, Jiang Lang knew that he could not tolerate it any longer, and he had to gather people as soon as possible.

"Su Yingxue!Su Yingxue!You stinky **, I know you're in the hospital now, don't come out quickly!"

At this moment, a woman's scream suddenly sounded in the corridor of the hospital, which was sharp and piercing, and quickly attracted the attention of many people.

Jiang Lang frowned, looked towards the corridor, and saw Bai Caixia in tatters, walking barefoot and wearing a cloak, her eyes were scarlet, as if she was crazy.