Following Ye Tingsheng, Jiang Chuan walked into a spacious bedroom, where an old man with a pale face was lying quietly on the bed.

On one side of the bed, a middle-aged man in a white lab coat was giving the elderly a massage to recover.

"Professor Han, thank you for your hard work!"

Ye Tingsheng said sincerely to the middle-aged man in the white coat.

Since Ye Zhengguo got this strange disease, Han Dejun has been treating his father personally.

Although it had no effect, Ye Tingsheng was still very grateful.

It's not that Han Dejun's medical skills are not good, Han Dejun is an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences of the National Medical Ministry, and his medical skills are recognized all over the world.

If Han Dejun's medical skills are not good, then there are few medical skills in this world.

Ye Tingsheng sighed, he really wanted to blame, he could only blame his father's illness for being too strange.

All kinds of advanced instruments have been used, but no fault can be found, and all physical indicators are normal.

There is no way to find out the reason why Ye Zhengguo has been unconscious.

"As long as the old head can wake up, no matter how hard it is, it's worth it. Han Dejun gently patted Ye Zhengguo's arm, and he blamed himself very much in his heart.

The old head lying on the bed, the long, has the grace of knowing himself, without the old head, the long, there would be no him today.

He blamed himself, he had studied medicine for so many years, but he couldn't help at all when the old man was in need.

Han Dejun raised his head and saw Ye Tingsheng coming in with a strange young man, and couldn't help but ask a little strangely, "Who is this little brother?"

"I asked my father to see a doctor!"

"This ......"

Han Dejun glanced at Ye Tingsheng with some puzzlement, and then at Jiang Chuan, who was walking back and forth around the bed, feeling a little weird.

He has been immersed in medicine for decades, and he thinks that he can be regarded as the number one person in the medical field, and he cannot diagnose Ye Zhengguo's disease.

How could this hairy boy in his twenties have a way.

For the first time, Han Dejun felt that Ye Tingsheng had done some child's play.

Some things need practice and time to precipitate, even if Jiang Chuan is talented, Han Dejun doesn't believe that the condition that he can't diagnose will be solved by this young man in his twenties in front of him.

If he can really diagnose it, Han Dejun doesn't mind worshipping him as a teacher.

Ye Tingsheng and Han Dejun stared at Jiang Chuan walking back and forth by the bed.

Seeing that Jiang Chuan's face was becoming more and more solemn, Ye Tingsheng's heart couldn't help but sink a little.

And Han Dejun felt that this young man was pretending to be a ghost here.

"Uncle Ye," Jiang Chuan suddenly called Ye Tingsheng, and said with a solemn face: "Old Mr. Ye is in a very bad situation now, and he may die at any time." ”

"What?"

Ye Tingsheng and Han Dejun exclaimed at the same time.

"This is impossible, old chief, although the chief has been unconscious, but there is absolutely no danger to his life. Han Dejun firmly believes in it, because he does a physical examination of Ye Zhengguo every day, and he knows Ye Zhengguo's physical condition best.

Therefore, when he heard Jiang Chuan say that Ye Zhengguo would go to immortality at any time, he decided that Jiang Chuan was a charlatan.

Ye Tingsheng also felt that Jiang Chuan was a little alarmist, after all, Ye Zhengguo's physical condition was normal, and it was impossible for his life to be in danger.

But Ye Tingsheng didn't refute Jiang Chuan, because he thought again, since his father was fine, why didn't he wake up.

Thinking of the old immortal's methods again, Ye Tingsheng was silent.

"There is nothing wrong with Old Mr. Ye's body, but his soul has been suppressed by someone with evil arts!" Jiang Chuan's eyes were full of anger: "Once Old Mr. Ye's soul is completely suppressed, Old Mr. Ye will be scattered and will never be able to live forever!"

The master told him that the most taboo thing for cultivators is to refine the soul of mortals.

It's against the peace.

If a cultivator directly refines the soul of a mortal, he will be devoured and killed.

However, there are some evil warlocks who can use feng shui formations and some specific conditions to refine the soul of mortals, although they will have a certain backlash against themselves, but they will not lose their lives.

Jiang Chuan, I didn't expect that this kind-looking old man in front of him would be tortured like this.

The old man in front of him obviously had the light of merit, and if he wanted to refine the soul of a person with merit, he had to pay a great price.

What kind of blood feud would make that warlock not hesitate to use such evil magic to deal with Ye Zhengguo.

"Jumping God?"

Ye Tongtong walked in from outside the door at some point, looked at Jiang Chuan, who was close to his age in front of him, and asked a little playfully.

When Ye Tongtong heard Jiang Chuan say something about soul suppression, he decided that Jiang Chuan was a liar.

After reading books for nearly 20 years, Ye Tongtong doesn't believe in any ghosts, like most people.

She believes in science.

A few years ago, a master named Wang Lin used these methods to collect money everywhere.

deceived many high-ranking officials and celebrities.

However, Jiang Chuan was still a little surprised that he was able to deceive his father.

Suddenly, Jiang Chuan looked at her: "You came to make a fake." ”

"You...... How do you know?"

Ye Tongtong was a little surprised when he heard this.

It happened to be her period these days, but how did he know?

It seems that this kid has some skills, no wonder he can deceive her father.

Before she could recover from her surprise, Jiang Chuan continued, "You're still a virgin, right?"

This kind of question, buddy, you dare to ask, brother, I admire!

A young man next to him who was about the same age as Jiang Chuan gave Jiang Chuan a thumbs up in his heart.

When Ye Tongtong heard this, his face instantly turned red, and his eyes erupted with fire.

"Little brother, it's a bit rude for you to ask a girl such a question. ”

A noble lady next to him said to Jiang Chuan.

The noble lady is Ye Tingsheng's wife and Ye Tongtong's biological mother.

Seeing that Jiang Chuan was a little light on his daughter, how could he endure it as a mother.

Jiang Chuan shook his head, he didn't expect them to be so tasty, so he could only explain, "Old Mr. Ye was suppressed by someone with evil magic, and I need to use a drop of virgin Tianhua blood to crack the evil magic." ”

"What is the blood of the sunflower?" said the young man next to him, who was about the same age as Jiang Chuan.

"The blood of the sunflower is the blood of the aunt. Han Dejun, who had been staring at Jiang Chuan, spoke.

"Then why use mine?" Ye Tongtong asked, staring at Jiang Chuan when he heard this.

"The blood of the sunflower is dirty blood, the most filthy spiritual blood, if it is not the blood of the virgin sunflower of the blood relatives, Mr. Ye's soul will resist. ”

Jiang Chuan briefly introduced two sentences, and he did not say the deeper reason.

Because Ye Zhengguo's soul is very weak now, it may dissipate at any time.

He needed to do it as soon as possible, and didn't have time to explain more with him.

Jiang Chuan took out a yellow talisman from his pocket: "You can drop the blood of the sunflower on this yellow talisman and drop a drop." ”

Seeing Ye Tongtong standing there indifferent, not answering the yellow talisman, Jiang Chuan frowned slightly: "Mr. Ye may die at any time, for the sake of Mr. Ye, I hope Miss Ye will not care about the details." ”

"Tong Tong, do what Jiang Xiaoyou says!" Ye Tingsheng shouted with a somewhat solemn face.

Ye Tongtong gritted his teeth, took Huang Fu and said viciously: "Boy, if you can't cure grandpa's illness, I must make you look good." ”

With that, he turned around and walked out.

The people in this city are really a little arrogant, and they are kind enough to help them, but they ......

Jiang Chuan shook his head helplessly.

Seeing this, Ye Tingsheng was a little embarrassed and said to Jiang Chuan: "I'm sorry Jiang Xiaoyou, I'm usually too used to her, so I ......."

"It's okay, Uncle Ye. Jiang Chuan waved his hand and interrupted Ye Tingsheng.

If you can go one step further in your cultivation and enter the Qi Gathering Realm, you don't need the blood of the Celestial Flower method, and you can use your own aura to break this evil art.

But now he is still in the realm of qi induction, and he does not have the slightest aura, so he can only borrow the blood of the sunflower as a guide to break the evil art.

Ye Tongtong quickly returned to the room and handed the yellow talisman to Jiang Chuan.

After handing over the yellow fu to Jiang Chuan, Ye Tongtong stood quietly aside, looking at Jiang Chuan with unblinking eyes.

Jiang Chuan took the yellow talisman and read a few words in his mouth, only to see the yellow talisman fly up from Jiang Chuan's palm.

In the stunned gaze of everyone, the yellow talisman swished on Ye Zhengguo's forehead.

"I'm rubbing!"

The young man who was similar to Jiang Chuan looked at the scene in front of him and was really taken aback.

Ye Tingsheng looked at the scene in front of him, but he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seems that this Jiang Chuan should have inherited the skills of the old immortal Hong.

"This is not scientific!" Han Dejun muttered.