The relationship between Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Shengsheng and others has been maintained in the Canglan University campus.

It was the first time he had come to Ren's house.

Compared with the Ren family's status in Xijing City, the Ren family's residence is not an exaggeration, just a single-family villa located on the edge of the Xuefu District.

But the apron on the roof of the building also shows the difference between the Ren family and ordinary rich people.

There are not many people who can have a tarmac and an aircraft in Xijing City, and even have the permission to fly in the sky.

But compared to other large families, the Ren family seems out of place.

Pushing open the door and following inside, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the villa was deserted, and the weeds growing around it also announced that the owner of the villa had no intention of taking care of it.

When Ren Wuxiao opened the door of the villa, a transparent glass coffin suddenly entered Zhang Xuezhou's eyes.

A coffin in the middle of the lobby is somewhat terrifying, even if the coffin is beautiful and classy.

Looking at the big word "lay" on the glass coffin, Ren Wuxian smiled reluctantly at Zhang Xuezhou.

"I like this gift so much, but I don't want to lie in it just yet," Ren said.

"Dear brother, this gift has cost me my savings in recent years, and if you like it, it's not impossible to recycle it ten times the price!"

As Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Wuxian entered the villa, Ren Wuxian spoke again, and there was an echo from the stairs on the second floor.

A few seconds later, Ren Anran appeared with lazy small steps, sat on the railing of the stairs and slid down.

"How can there be anyone?"

Seeing Zhang Xuezhou following behind Ren Wuxian, Ren Anran's sliding body quickly stood up straight, and his face quickly returned to coldness.

"This is the brother I asked to help," Ren explained.

"Long time no see, Dr. Enron!"

Zhang Xuezhou looked at the woman who was wearing professional formal clothes before, but now she is wearing home clothes.

Compared with his previous role as a doctor, Ren Anran's changes at this time are huge.

If it weren't for the familiar faces, Zhang Xuezhou would almost suspect that these were two completely different people.

But the other party's hands are still white, they are extremely slender and beautiful hands, and they are also the hands that Zhang Xuezhou hated in the past.

Thinking of Ren Anran's appearance of rubbing his fingers and asking for money from him, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he was still distressed.

"Dr. Enron? You...... You are...... I look like I've seen you!"

The familiar title in Zhang Xuezhou's mouth made Ren Anran's eyes float a trace of thought, and she stared at Zhang Xuezhou intently for a few seconds.

"You're the schizophrenic ...... Zhang Xuezhou!"

When the familiar name came out of his mouth, even Ren Anran's face was a little more incredible.

In the two years that she and Zhang Xuezhou have not met, Zhang Xuezhou has completely changed.

In the past, Zhang Xuezhou was thin, uncoordinated, delicate and frail, and suffered from long-term troubles from mental illness, which led to Zhang Xuezhou's image not being very good.

And how can Zhang Xuezhou still see the shadow of the past.

Following behind Ren Wuxian, Ren Anran didn't even notice anything wrong.

If it weren't for Zhang Xuezhou's "Doctor Enron", Ren Anran would almost regard Zhang Xuezhou as a child of Xijing City who came to help as a lobbyist.

"Do you still recognize me?"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but be surprised.

He didn't know what Zhang Weimeng looked like when he saw him again, but Zhang Xuezhou had seen Song Fengying's surprise when he first came to Xijing to see him.

His parents almost didn't recognize him, Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect Ren Anran to recognize himself after a few seconds.

For a while, Zhang Xuezhou was more skeptical of Ren Wuxian's statement that Ren Anran had amnesia.

With this kind of good memory, Ren Anran can't be forgetful.

"I recognize," Ren Anran smiled, "Why are you two together?"

Ren Anran's gaze swept towards Ren Wuxian.

She didn't expect that after she finished the investigation, Ren Wuxian actually continued to investigate, look

These two people look very much like brothers.

Thinking that Zhang Xuezhou would inevitably be stabbed in the back by Ren Wuxian when he arrived, Ren Anran couldn't help but feel a little pity.

People may treat Ren Wuxian as a brother, but Ren Wuxian only treats Zhang Xuezhou as a consumable.

Many thoughts kept running through her head, and the consequences kept being deduced.

But before she could sigh, Ren Wuxian spoke.

"Old girl, this is what I asked to help" Ren Wuxuan said, "I can't do without the help of Brother Zhang when I inject the secret medicine, if it weren't for the technique he used to help me relieve the pain, your coffin would definitely be able to be used."

"Technique? Pain relief? What is it? And a fighting technique that can relieve pain?"

Ren Anran looked surprised.

She stared at Zhang Xuezhou up and down, but she didn't figure out how the genetic fighting technique had developed to this level.

"It's too halal, isn't it? Brother," Ren asked.

"Yes!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded.

"If Dr. An Ran prepares to inject the secret medicine, I will talk to you about this technique in a while, and you can see if you can learn a little, lest I have an accident and I can't use it," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Can I learn?" Ren Wuxian said happily.

"What accident?" Ren Anran asked with concern.

"Able to learn" Zhang Xuezhou nodded first, then looked at Ren Anran and said, "You know that I have a problem with sleeping, and that problem is a little irregular now, and it is not as punctual as before!"

"That means?" Ren Anran was suspicious.

"Maybe I'm still talking to you one moment, and the next moment I'll fall asleep," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Huh?"

Ren Anran let out a nasal voice.

This time, the roles have obviously been reversed, she was a doctor before, and Zhang Xuezhou was a patient.

And now she will become a patient, and Zhang Xuezhou will become a doctor.

But not only was her treatment unreliable in the past, but Zhang Xuezhou, who came to help now, was also unreliable.

For a while, Ren Anran only felt that the fifth chapter of the spiritual enhancement chapter that was impacted by the delusion seemed to be a bit hanging.

"Isn't there anyone else who can help?" Ren Anran was suspicious, "Didn't anyone else learn this martial art of his?"

"No, I'm also learning from it," Ren Wuxiao said happily: "If you can wait, old sister, I should barely be able to get it in half a year!"

"Brother Wuxiao is too modest, as long as you can take Pei Yuan Dan regularly, and go to the hospital to find enough patients with broken legs and arms to continue to perform surgery, you will have enough level after studying for three months!"

Zhang Xuezhou repeatedly opened his mouth to respond, and Ren Wuxian repeatedly humbly said that his qualifications for practicing in this area were limited.

The picture of the two being humble to each other made Ren Anran's heart unable to settle down.

Ren Wuxian injected the secret medicine into the fourth chapter of the spiritual enhancement chapter, and this kind of borrowing behavior made Ren Anran unbearable.

In particular, Ren Wuxian mentioned that there is a way to stop the pain of injecting secret medicine, which directly cuts out the biggest hidden danger caused by secret medicine.

This even made Ren Anran delusional about one injection and two injections, as long as it could be superimposed, she might be able to step into the sixth chapter of the spiritual strengthening chapter to catch up with Ren Sheng.

There is Ren Wuxian's demonstration, and Ren Wuxian's repeated assurances, not to mention that she waited for half a year and three months, Ren Anran felt that it would be difficult for her to wait for three days.

Ren Wuxiao lay on the coffin board for several days and couldn't think of a way, until last night he shouted "There is help".

Ren Anran hopes that this time it is really saved, otherwise she will lock Ren Wuxiao into the big glass coffin, so that the other party can feel the pain of receiving her last words and essays at that time and lacking a follow-up reply.