Fang Yuehan carried Yuwen Ling all the way, and finally came to a place where there were people.

"Tired, aren't you?" Yu Wenling asked.

Fang Yuehan nodded and shook her head again.

"Forget it, I'll come down." Yu Wenling laughed and jumped to the ground.

Ahhh Pain, pain, pain! What a pretend!

As soon as Yuwen Ling's foot touched the ground, he felt an instant pain, and the piercing tingling sensation made him almost want to fall. Yu Wenling held on to the wall and barely stood up straight. A tingling sensation instantly spread from the soles of his feet to the top, and Yuwen Ling's eyes were dizzy, and he almost fell to the ground.

He was now sure that there must have been something on the dagger that shouldn't have been painted on it.

Yuwen Ling stroked his forehead, and a feeling of dizziness hit his whole body. said: "Take a taxi to take me back." ”

Fang Yuehan nodded hurriedly, at this time, a taxi happened to pass by, Fang Yuehan reached out and stopped it.

Fang Yuehan got into the car with Yuwen Ling, and she also sat in the back seat and watched Yu Wen Ling. At this time, she noticed that there was a hole in Yuwen Ling's foot, because Yu Wen Ling's state was already very weak at this time, and it was impossible to maintain Hei Jiao's ability to control her own blood.

The blood began to flow out little by little, and what was even more terrifying was that the blood was still black.

Fang Yuehan was startled, and hurriedly said to the driver: "Master, go to Hongming Mansion on XX Road and hurry up!" ”

The driver answered and hurriedly drove to Hongming Building.

While driving, the driver opened the conversation, "Little girl, I see that you look very good, don't be deceived by these young people in society!" At first glance, this kid must be one of those young people who don't learn well in society, don't think that they will fight and be powerful, you will regret it then! Girl, I see that you are sweating profusely now, and you are going to a place like Hongming Mansion again, you will not be ...... Oh girl, I'll tell you......"

The driver suddenly saw Fang Yuehan's 10,000-year-old ice-like eyes through the rearview mirror, the driver shivered, and hurriedly drove seriously.

Fang Yuehan's eyes regained their calm again, and she tore off the cuffs of her school pants and made a simple bandage for Yu Wenling. In fact, it's a bow, but not everyone is like Deng Wuyan who knows a little bit about everything. That's what Fang Yuehan will do.

The blood was still leaking through the cracks, and Fang Yuehan couldn't do anything at this time. One can only pray that this driver drives faster.

"Beep-"

"Beep-"

At this time, there was a traffic jam, and there was an endless stream of cars on the road.

Fang Yuehan looked out the window and suddenly saw a familiar figure - Deng Wuyan?!

Fang Yuehan hurriedly opened the car door, "Deng is speechless." ”

Deng Wuyan was pushing his bicycle on the sidewalk next to him at this moment, when he heard someone calling him, he looked back and found that it was actually Fang Yuehan, his expression became weird, did he step on something unclean this morning? Why did Fang Yuehan actually call my name?

Illusion!

Deng Wuyan affirmed himself, and then continued to push his bicycle forward.

"Deng Wuyan!" Fang Yuehan's voice raised slightly, and called Deng Wuyan again.

Fuck ...... me

It's really Fang Yuehan calling me.

Deng Wuyan rubbed his ears, saw clearly that the person was really Fang Yuehan, and pushed the bicycle to Fang Yuehan in disbelief.

"Miss Fang, is there something wrong with me?" Deng Wuyan asked, although Fang Yuehan was indeed very beautiful, Deng Wuyan was not interested in women, and he didn't know what Fang Yuehan called him for, and the relationship between their Deng family and the Fang family was really a bit stiff for a while.

Fang Yuehan pointed to the inside of the taxi.

Deng Wuyan took a look at it and was stunned.

"Yuwen Ling?"

"He saved your life on the plane, can you die now?" Fang Yuehan said coldly.

Deng Wuyan asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"He needs treatment now, you send him to this place, and I'll talk to you later." Fang Yuehan said.

Deng Wuyan hurriedly pulled Yuwenling out, fixed him on the front bar of his car, and looked at the shocking wound on Yuwenling's foot, the wound was not terrible. The terrible thing is that the blood is actually black.

Deng Wuyan took the note given by Fang Yuehan, with an address written on it, and Deng Wuyan was quite familiar with this address.

Deng Wuyan bandaged Yuwenling again, and then rode away on his bicycle.

Fang Yuehan sat back in the seat of the taxi and touched her lips, she had said more today than all the words she had said in the past combined.

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"Knock-"

Although Yu Wenling didn't know what the situation was now, Deng Wuyan still habitually knocked on the door.

For Mao Yu, Wenling will be with Fang Yuehan...... This is a question worth pondering.

Soon, the door opened.

This is the top floor of the building, the 18th floor, and at the end of the corridor, there are only two rooms on the 18th floor, one on one side of the corridor and one on the other side of the corridor.

The one who opened the door was an old man, Deng Wuyan estimated that he was about sixty years old.

The old man looked at Deng Wuyan, and then his eyes locked on the Yuwen Ling that Deng Wuyan was carrying behind his back.

The old man saw the injury on Yuwenling's foot, didn't say anything, turned his body sideways, Deng Wuyan understood, and walked in from the small gap that the old man let go.

This is a very small room, only about 30 square meters, there is a big bed in the house, the big bed is spread with a bamboo mat, under the bamboo mat, there are some herbs, although Deng Wuyan has a little understanding of medicine, but he still can't remember the category of herbal medicine, except for some daily health care medicines, the rest of Deng Wuyan is ignorant.

Deng Wuyan took a slight breath, and suddenly felt refreshed, and it was hard to imagine what it was like to lie on it. Deng Wuyan looked around again, and there were decoction pots one after another, although they were a little pungent, but they didn't smell bad.

"Han'er asked you to come, right?" The old man laughed.

Deng Wuyan was surprised: "How do you know?" "This Han'er should refer to Fang Yuehan.

"There's a familiar smell about that boy." The old man walked behind Deng Wuyan, grabbed Yu Wenling's feet, and looked at it carefully, "Rain poison, ......"

Deng Wuyan's eyes widened, and he could distinguish the smell when he smelled it? Deng Wuyan sniffed Yu Wenling carefully, except for a slight smell of sweat, he didn't smell anything, "Old man, how did you do it?" ”

The old man laughed, "After you have smelled the medicine for more than 70 years, your nose will naturally be so smart." ”

"More than seventy years?!" Deng Wuyan was surprised again, did this old man smell the medicine when he came out of his mother's womb? He looked like he was in his sixties.

"I'm eighty-four." The old man seemed to see through Deng Wuyan's mind and said with a smile.

Deng Wuyan can be regarded as understanding what real health care is, this old man is eighty-four years old, and he can't help but have black hair, and his legs and feet are still neat, and there are no crutches or anything like that in the entire small room.

"Okay, you put this young man on the bed, I'll give him some medicine, detoxification, and he should be fine. It's just a little rain poison. The old man laughed.

Deng Wuyan just wanted to go out without affecting the old man's medication, but he hesitated for a while, and still asked, "Grandpa, is the reason why you are still in such good health because of traditional Chinese medicine?" ”

"Yes, I'm an old Chinese medicine doctor, I've always relied on Chinese medicine to treat my illness, since I was fifty years old, I haven't even had a cold, I really don't understand, Chinese medicine is such a good medicine, how can it be more and more lonely?" The old man smiled, expressing his confusion.

Deng Wuyan walked out and slowly closed the door, when will Chinese culture return to glory?