The one who opened the door was Xue Xiaojun's father Xue Yang, Xue Yang is in his fifties this year, but he looks like his hair is gray, his face is full of wrinkles and age spots, and he looks like an old man.

Jiang Yi looked at Xue Yang and sighed in his heart, the situation of Xue Xiaojun's family was not good. Xue Xiaojun's mother died early, and it was his father Xue Yang who pulled him up.

Later, Xue Yang suffered from liver disease, took medicine all year round, and couldn't do heavy work, so he could only rely on casual workers to support his family. When he was in college, Xue Xiaojun worked hardest and studied the hardest, and he was indispensable for scholarships every year.

Others don't know why he works so hard and desperately, only Jiang Yi knows that if he doesn't work hard, he won't have money, and if he doesn't work hard, he can't afford to pay the tuition!

Later, after graduating from university, Xue Yang was admitted to an ocean shipping company and became a seafarer. The crew lives at sea all year round, and once they go to sea for more than half a year or even a year, they get together with their families less and leave more. However, the effort is rewarded, and the crew's salary is generally very high, and the starting price is also a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan.

It was precisely because of the high salary that Xue Xiaojun became a crew member.

Over the years, Xue Xiaojun has been frugal and saved money for his father's medical treatment and medicine. My father's illness was like a bottomless pit, and no amount of money could be filled.

"Xiao Yi?" Xue Yang raised his head, looked at the young man in front of him and was stunned for a long time, and finally asked a little unsure.

"Uncle Xue, it's me, I'm here to see Xiaojun. Jiang Yi smiled on his face and nodded.

Since he woke up, he hadn't had time to go to Xue Xiaojun's house to take a look.

"It's you, come in. Xue Yang looked surprised, and hurriedly invited Jiang Yi into the courtyard.

Xue Xiaojun's family still lives in a large courtyard in the eighties and nineties, with three halls, two partial houses, and a large courtyard. It's rare to see this kind of old house now, and if it weren't for the urban-rural junction, the house would have been demolished long ago.

"What about Xiaojun?" Jiang Yi entered the courtyard and asked directly.

"Alas. Xue Yang sighed and led Jiang Yi into the hall.

There are some old furniture in the hall, all of which are in the style of the eighties and nineties, and there is a feeling of old Beijing. Jiang Yi didn't have the heart to look at this, his eyes fell on a large old-fashioned wooden bed.

On the bed lay a young man, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and although his eyes were closed, he could still see that the circles under his eyes were dark.

"Xiaojun, what's wrong?" Jiang Yi walked to Xue Xiaojun's bed, and found that he was sick and had his last breath left, and he couldn't help but say in a hurry.

"Xiaojun told me a few days ago that the company was going to send him to sea, and this time it would take a long time. He bought my medicine in advance, arranged everything, and then went to sea. At the beginning, he called me every day to report that he was safe, but then he suddenly cut off contact, and I called him without worry, but I couldn't get through. Xue Yang burst into tears as he spoke, if his son had three long and two short, he really didn't know what to do.

"And what about later?" Jiang Yi frowned and asked.

"Later, their company called me and said that something had happened to Xiaojun. They sent Xiaojun to the hospital, and the doctors didn't know what he was sick with, and in the end, I really didn't have the money to pay for the medical bills, so I had to take him home and wait for him to die. Xue Yang howled and cried, and all the grief and indignation in his heart erupted.

"Their company doesn't care if they send people to the hospital?" Jiang Yi said in a deep voice.

"Xiaojun is still an intern in their company, and they have not signed a formal labor contract, they say that they have done their duty to send people to the hospital, and they don't care about the follow-up treatment, and they also fired Xiaojun!"

"How can this be reasonable! When an employee gets sick while at work, the company ignores it and even fires the employee, what kind of broken company is this? What is the name of their company? I'll find someone to check them!" Jiang Yi said coldly.

"I heard Xiaojun say that it is called Oriental Freight Group, which is a listed company and has a lot of influence in Jinghai. Xue Yang said.

"Oriental Freight Group?" Jiang Yi kept this name in his heart.

"Treat Xiaojun first, and talk about their company's affairs later. Glancing at Xue Xiaojun on the bed, Jiang Yi knew that he couldn't delay any longer, if he continued like this, Xiaojun would definitely die!

"How can you treat it? The doctors in the hospital couldn't find out what kind of disease Xiao Jun had, they said it was some kind of virus infection, but they couldn't find out what kind of virus infection it was. ”

"Virus infection?" Jiang Yi didn't speak, but sat down in front of Xiao Jun's bed.

He stretched out his middle and index fingers, put them together, and put them on Xiaojun's wrists.

This is the diagnosis pulse of traditional Chinese medicine, but Jiang Yi's diagnosis pulse is different from that of ordinary Chinese medicine, he infiltrates the aura into Xue Xiaojun's body through two fingers!

After the aura entered Xue Xiaojun's body, Jiang Yi would be able to know what kind of illness Xue Xiaojun had.

The slightest trace of spiritual energy slowly seeped into Xue Xiaojun's body like a drizzle, converging into a stream in his body, spreading in all directions along his meridians.

After a while, Jiang Yi's eyes suddenly widened, and his hand was slowly withdrawn.