The black-red blood fell on the white sheet, quickly corroding a large sheet and emitting black smoke.

Jimo Jin suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, but the fishy feeling in his mouth made his handsome face tangled.

He felt like he had just eaten rotten meat.

Yin Wushuang handed over a glass of water at the right time.

"Thank you." He took the glass of water and rinsed his mouth again and again, only to feel much better.

At this time, he looked at Yin Wushuang's eyes with a hint of weirdness: "You are not a normal person!" ”

"So what? Isn't it? Yin Wushuang was noncommittal, "Tell me, how did this thing get contaminated?" ”

After Ji Mo Jin's feminine and beautiful face flashed with confusion, she looked at her with a hint of begging: "Save my father!" ”

"I have a red scarf written on my face?"

Seeing Yin Wushuang's brows furrowed slightly, Ji Mo Jin clenched his hands into fists and said in a low voice: "Father knows the whole story of this matter better than I do!" He's in this hospital too! ”

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Ten minutes later, Yin Wushuang followed Jimo Jin to the senior ward.

There was a middle-aged man lying unconscious and blackened on the hospital bed, and a gray-haired old man wiped a handful of tears from his eyes next to the bed.

Jimo Jin pushed the door in, and the old man hurriedly stood up: "Ajin Jin! What are you running around? Get plenty of rest! ”

"Grandpa, look at this." Ji Mo Jin raised his right wrist.

Looking at the fair-skinned wrist, Ji Mo Ying's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up: "That thing is gone?" ”

He suddenly burst into tears, hugged his grandson and said, "It's good if it's gone, it's good if it's gone!" Don't be like your dad, at this age, you can only lie in bed! ”

Grandpa's true feelings made Jimo Jin's eyes slightly red, but when he thought of Yin Wushuang here, he gently came out of his grandfather's arms.

"Grandpa, it was Yin Wushuang who saved me!"

"Yin Wushuang? Your fiancée? ”

At this time, Jimo Ying noticed that there was another person in the ward.

There was a trace of disgust in Jimo Ying's vicissitudes of life: "Yin Wushuang, you broke off the relationship with Yin Sen, and the marriage contract with my grandson is no longer counted!" ”

He has always been very dissatisfied with his grandson's marriage contract!

"That's what I want."

Yin Wushuang's eyes were light, and he raised his voice and said: "Old man, if I can save your grandson, I can save your son again, but as a price, I want to know why their father and son are infected with such things!" ”

"You know this thing?" Jimo Ying couldn't believe it, his eyes were suspicious.

Jimo Jin pushed Jimo Ying on the side: "Grandpa, you just believe her once, and her grandson is the one she saved!" ”

After thinking for a moment, Jimo Ying nodded and said, "Okay, I'll believe you once!" Yin Wushuang, you'd better show your skills! Otherwise, the consequences of fooling Jimo are not so easy to bear! ”

"We'll have to wait and see."

Yin Wushuang didn't say much, walked to Jimo Jin's father, Jimo Yan, and lifted the quilt.

Compared to Jimo Sumire, the entire right hand of Jimo Diaphragm is black, which looks hideous and terrifying.

She covered Jimo Diaphragm's right hand with her hand and injected her spiritual power into it.

Half an hour later, Jimo Ying slammed the ground angrily with a cane, "What is she doing?" ”

"Grandpa, please wait! You see, the black blood on my father's arm seems to be moving! ”

Twenty minutes later, the sleepy Jimo suddenly sat up, leaned on the side of the bed, opened his mouth to vomit on the ground, and the black blood was cleaned from his arm.

Jimo Jin only spit out one mouthful at that time, but Jimo Yan spit out more than ten mouthfuls, and the fishy smell was so strong that they covered their noses.

The blood spat on the ground corroded the floor directly into a place the size of the bottom of a pot.

Yin Wushuang opened the window and handed the water cup to Jimo Diaphragm, who began to rinse his mouth.

After a while, the air finally stopped smelling so bad, and even Mo Yan slowly regained his senses.

"I ...... Not dead? ”

Yin Wushuang turned his head and said indifferently: "If I come a few days late, you will probably die." ”