From the time the old man left the shop, four days passed in a flash.

Fang Yan actually thought about whether he could ask the old man for help, but he didn't look for him after all.

First, although the old man's appearance is really good, after a long period of contact, the improper image of the master has been deeply imprinted in Fang Yan's heart, and the second is that he can't find the master.

From beginning to end, he only knew that the master's surname was Bai, and he didn't know anything about other things such as how old he was, what he majored in magic, where he lived, and how high his strength was.

It has always been the Fa Ye who took the initiative to look for him, and he couldn't contact the Fa Ye old man at all, so this line didn't need to be thought about for the time being until the Fa Ye looked for him next time.

In the past few days, the matter of the crystal has made the dialect a little haggard, and even the transaction of a few spirit stones has gone wrong several times.

Although I always use the car to comfort myself with the saying that there must be a road before the mountain, the dialect still can't calm down.

To be honest, this kind of opportunity to realize your dreams, influence the world, and at the same time ensure that you have a carefree second half of your life, can befall anyone, and that person will probably not be able to calm down.

Fang Yan knew very well that he was definitely not the kind of person who would smoke a cigarette when the world was destroyed in front of his eyes.

The kind of domineering in the next few years to create an underground force that can dominate the whole continent, he is also leisurely in a small courtyard in a small yard with a beautiful woman in his left hand and a pet of the beast in his right hand, the housekeeper outside the door is what is the world's first master template can not appear on his body, this has nothing to do with personality or anything, the reason is very simple, because the author does not want to write.

Just as Fang Yan was in a daze, a hurried figure burst in from outside the shop, followed by a childish and crisp voice with obvious uneasiness.

"Brother Fang Yan, it's not good, something happened!"

Before Fang Yan could come back to his senses, he felt a heavy weight in his arms, but his brain still judged the identity of the person who came within a second or two.

"Poetry rain girl?"

"Woo woo, Brother Fang, my dad had an accident, as well as Uncle Lin, Uncle Sisse, Uncle Xiao, they also had an accident, my mother said that they were attacked by a group of demonic beasts, and now they haven't woken up, the medical officer said that they might die, woo woo woo......" A crying pear blossom with rain was raised in his arms, and the words he said made Fang Yan silent.

Yan Shiyu, a seven-year-old little Lori, usually calls her Shiyu girl in dialect, is the only daughter of Yan Gang, a comrade-in-arms of the same squad when Fang Yan's father was alive.

Shiyu girl usually runs to the dialect shop to play, and she is still a young money fan.

The little girl often secretly "picks" one or two low-level Neidan from the corner of her home, and then secretly goes to the dialect shop to "sell" it to the dialect cheaply, and the money she gets is the private money of this little money fan.

This kind of "picking up things" good thing is encountered every week, and the process of sneaking out of the door and running to a dialect store only one street away to sell stolen goods after picking up Neidan is as exciting as an adventure for small wealth fans, and the infinite fantasy in the cute mind is that the pursuit of demons and monsters on the road and the pursuit of the father who escaped his own behavior is always interesting!

And except for the little money fan, who stupidly thinks that she can really pick up the baby at home, Fang Yan is very clear in his heart, this is his father's comrades-in-arms intentionally or unintentionally helping him.

When their parents had an accident, these comrades-in-arms who had changed their lives did their best to help themselves.

Uncle Cisse and Uncle Xiao and Uncle Lin in the mouth of the little girl are among them, and after the store opens, these elders will often bring good things and sell them to Fang Yan cheaply.

On his birthday two years ago, Cisse even took a third-order Neidan and patted it on the table.

"Hey, boy, your Uncle Cicese will have no money on him, this is a Neidan, let's exchange it for a few spirit stones."

Before Fang Yan could come back to his senses, the red-haired figure picked up a few first-grade spirit stones from the money box like lightning and limped out of the door.

Since then, every time he sees the dialect, Cisse will use the phrase "Now that there is no money, Nedan will not redeem it, you can deal with it yourself." Then he muttered and cut off the conversation.

Although Fang Yan told them more than once that his income is much higher than theirs now, this group of people will also laugh and say, "I won't have money to drink and ask you for anything in the future."

But after a few days, I will still take care of myself.

Over time, Fang Yan understood that he couldn't resist this kind of feeling, so he silently accepted it.

At the same time, every transaction of each person, the dialect will be clearly recorded in another account, and the dialect once swore that one day it will repay these kindnesses tenfold and hundredfold.

But now, something happened to those lovely people?

No, absolutely not!

Fang Yan's heart fluctuated violently, but he knew that after the group of pillars of their respective families had an accident and fell unconscious, he was the only support for the current group of women and children, and he had to stand up at this time.

Biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, he forced himself to calm down with severe pain, and the dialect gently wiped away the tears of the little wealth fan.

"The girl doesn't cry, Uncle Yan and they will be fine, now you can take your brother to the hospital, okay? Your dad doesn't want to wake up to see a little cat, does he? ”

Hearing the words of the dialect, Xiaocai Fan sniffed a few times and raised his head, his eyes were still red, but no tears flowed again.

"Hmmm! Poetry rain doesn't cry! ”

"Okay, let's go."

Scribbled away the counter, Fang Yan took out a small box from a dark compartment.

There are two third-grade spirit stones and 40 second-grade spirit stones in the box, which is all the Fang Yan's belongings now.

Led by Xiao Lori, it didn't take long for the dialect to arrive at the largest medical hall in Xicheng District, Puji Hall.

As soon as he entered the door of the museum, Fang Yan saw a few women and children sitting and leaning on each other with red eyes in the corner.

Fang Yan walked over quickly, and looked at the first woman, Shiyu girl's mother.

"Aunt Qing, how is Uncle Yan doing now? I have two hundred and forty second-grade spirit stones here, do you need my help? ”

Mrs. Yan was born in a scholarly family, and later fell into the middle of the family, and because of various accidents, she met and fell in love with Uncle Yan, and finally came together, and after marrying Uncle Yan, she changed her name to Yan Qing.

When she was young, her excellent family education and her previous experience made Mrs. Yan the only woman in this group of women and children who could barely calm down in the face of this kind of collapse-like situation, but this blow also made her look a lot haggard.

"It's not good."

Madam Yan shook her head helplessly, "They are on leave to go out to pick up private work, and they have been souled by the talent illusion of the fourth-order demonic beast Phantom Moon Vine.

The cost of this illusion to revive is too great, and you know that although the army is allowed to take private work when there is no combat arrangement, the army is not responsible for this situation. ”

"In other words, the current situation is that you can find medicine, but the cost of medicine is not enough, right? Uncle Yan, are their lives in danger? Fang Yan asked hurriedly.

"There is no danger for the time being, but if it is not treated for a long time, it will become a walking corpse, and even if you get all the medicine, you will not be able to return to your soul." At this time, a middle-aged physician who came out of the medical hall with the words "pathology area" heard the question in the dialect and interjected.

"The contemptible surname is Miao, you can call me Doctor Miao, I am also responsible for the treatment of these patients, this little friend, may I ask who are you from these patients?"

Although he was a little curious about why he asked about his identity, Fang Yan replied honestly. "My uncles were my father's comrades-in-arms when he was alive."

Seeing that Doctor Miao seemed to have something to say, Fang Yan and several ladies owed a debt, and followed Doctor Miao to a corner,

"Is there anything inconvenient for the doctor to say in public? Is the medical bill not enough? ”

"There is a situation," Medical Officer Miao nodded, "The fees paid by several family members to maintain the patient's life are temporarily sufficient, but this illusion of the Phantom Moon Vine is useless, and the more it is delayed, the more unfavorable it will be to the patient."

I've calculated, and the medical bills paid by a few people are almost enough to cover the treatment costs of one patient, so I suggest you discuss giving up three and saving one first? After all, if you drag all four of them, you ......"

"No need, I see what you mean."

Fang Yan interrupted him before Doctor Miao finished speaking, although these uncles were not related to him, he had already regarded them as his own beating relatives, and using the lives of his relatives as a multiple-choice question, which was absolutely impossible!

"Doctor Miao, how much is the difference between my uncle's fees now?"

"It's a lot worse," Medical Officer Miao shook his head, "Fourth-order illusions require fourth-order medicine to be treated, and this medicine is already a strategic resource, after all, the fourth-order level, whether it is a cultivator or a spiritual object, has already detached itself from the essence to another level."

All of your four uncles need at least a hundred third-grade spirit stones to be cured, and if it weren't for the high cost of medicine, our medical hall could even treat them for free, but this situation is ...... I would suggest you think about what I said earlier, they still have about two months to go. ”

After speaking, Doctor Miao glanced at the dialect sympathetically, then turned around and left.

Two months, a hundred third-grade spirit stones?

Medical Officer Miao said that the money paid by several ladies was enough to treat one, that is to say, they paid about 25 third-grade spirit stones, and the family dialects of several uncles were also very clear, and these 25 third-grade spirit stones were almost all of their family wealth.

It is also impossible to sell the house, their house is a military house issued by the army, and the ownership does not belong to them.

Uncle Yan's entire squad is now unconscious, hoping that people who are not in the same squad in other armies and who have no lifelong friendships will use their family wealth to help them? This probability is not very large, then, you can only rely on yourself.

Two months, 75 three-grade spirit stones!