Frank is an important figure in the Habsburgs, and can even be said to be the right-hand man of the Hill patriarch, and now Hill is no longer able to handle the family affairs, although all the major affairs are presided over by the Presbyterian, but it can also be said that Frank is now in charge.

And Frank is the old man with a cane, his silver hair is meticulously attached to his scalp, although his figure is a little rickety, but he is imposing, and his eyes are fixed on the door.

Listening to the constant howls coming from inside, his expression was solemn, holding the palm of the cane, clutching the handle tightly, his eyes changed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Frank, I feel the need to stop that doctor and promise God that if this continues, I'm sure the patriarch will die!"

Next to him, an old man who was also old, walked to Frank's side, tall, with the style of a Western aristocracy, and the clothes on his body were cut close-fitting, but compared to Frank, this person looked older, and even had age spots faintly on his face.

"You mean to disobey the orders of the patriarch?" Frank turned his head to look, his eyes suddenly became cold, although his tone was flat, but the pressure was huge, and even the old man who spoke subconsciously took a step back.

"And you're just looking at it? You listen! What kind of torture is the patriarch going through inside? Antonio, come here, if something happens to the patriarch, your whole clan will be buried with you! ”

Antonio has always been very worried in his heart, and when he heard the old man's question, he let out a long sigh, and now he is riding a tiger, and he originally thought that even if Wu Di had nothing to do, it would be a big deal to send him back.

But now that the situation has exceeded his imagination, he is completely out of his control, and he takes a breath: "Victor, this is the order of the patriarch, my son is only in charge of introduction, everyone is for the whole family, is it necessary for you to say so?" ”

All the family members are more or less related by blood, theoretically Antonio still has to call Victor uncle, but the relationship between the two sides is a little tense.

Everything comes from the succession ranking of the next generation of children, and now Victor's son Howard is at the top of the ranks, far ahead, and is likely to become the successor of the next generation of patriarchs.

Although his son has been working hard and ranking high, he can't pose a threat to Howard, but now the situation has obviously changed.

Victor is constantly obstructing now, trying to stop Wu Di's treatment, why is this happening? It's all because of Hill's words just now, which drove everyone out.

This means that Hill is still very confident in Wu Di, which means that that person is really very likely to cure his strange disease.

Here's the problem!

If the Hill patriarch recovers, then the successor will naturally have to wait, the successor's ranking will continue, and Louis's ranking may improve by leaps and bounds, which is naturally good news for the Antonio family, but for Victor or his son Howard, it is completely devastating.

Victor touched two soft nails in a row, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he turned his head to look at the people behind him, the old guys who were originally allied with him did not respond, obviously they didn't know what to do, after all, it was the order of the patriarch.

"Humph!" Victor snorted lightly, and could only stand aside, praying to God in his heart, and God quickly took Patriarch Hill away and went to heaven to enjoy happiness.

And the situation in the room was even more terrifying at the moment, the Patriarch of Hill kept struggling, but trying not to move, the expression on his face was like that of a beast, as if only by howling could the pain be relieved.

However, Wu Di didn't seem to be much better than this Hill, sweating profusely, one hand clasped on his vein, and the other hand held his arm.

Trying his best to control the degree of transmission of qi, trying to make the qi subtle, if it is a simple qi, Wu Di can naturally control it with ease, but now the vajra is constantly rotating, which has caused him great difficulties.

Finally, Wu Di let go of his hand and continued to calm his breathing, and Na Ciel looked exhausted, curled up, still shivering.

"Don't drink a little more!" Wu Di let out a long breath, and finally controlled his breath.

"No--- I'm --- okay now!" Hill's voice was like a mosquito's chirping, but fortunately, Wu Di's hearing was amazing, so he could hear his words clearly: "I'll --- I'll rest --- a bit!" ”

"Good!" Wu Di stood up and subconsciously moved his body, just looking at it just to diagnose the pulse, but it made him feel more tired than fighting with someone.

Patriarch Hill's situation is now understood, it is really weird, after his own examination, he found that there is a strange thing inside his heart, which looks similar to the droplet-shaped crystal on his dantian.

Bloodcore?

This word suddenly popped up in Wu Di's mind, and it was related to his own perception of vampires, as if the blood core was the source of strength to maintain the survival of vampires.

It's just that the blood core in Patriarch Hill's heart is still in an embryonic state, at least it is not fully developed, if he can eliminate this blood core, then will he be able to relieve his illness?

Wu Di actually can't pay attention to his own thoughts, after all, this kind of thing is really out of the category of normal people, and no one knows if there will be any serious consequences.

"How'--- Dr. Wu?" Hill still didn't have much strength now, and as he spoke, he tried to sit up, but when Wu Di saw him like this, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him and helped him up.

Hill does have an inexplicable confidence in Wu Di now, after all, from the time his symptoms appeared, he is now terminally ill, and the doctors he has seen can't count them on both hands.

And only Wu Di, when he first touched himself, let himself have that feeling of dying, it was very painful, the pain was unbearable, but it also brought a glimmer of hope to himself.

"I can't help it now, let me think about it!" Wu Di shrugged his shoulders and told the truth.

"Well, then please!" After Ciel's words, he slowly raised his hand and pressed a button next to the bed.

The next moment, all the people who had been waiting outside walked in, all gathered around the bedside, and asked with concern.

"You take Dr. Wu out ---- entertain you well--- I need to sleep for a while now--- I can't snub Dr. Wu!" Hill said slowly, his gaze swept over the faces of these people, and continued, "And to ensure the safety of Dr. Wu!" ”

"Don't worry, patriarch, I'll do a good job!" Frank nodded, and the crutches in his hand slammed the floor hard: "Doctor Wu is a little wrong, only I ask!" ”

"Hmm!" Hill nodded with Wu Di, then waved his hand, his body slowly lay on the bed, and closed his eyes directly, it seemed that he was really tired, and it seemed that within a minute, a slight snoring sounded.