Chapter 212： Agitate (1/2)

Jiang Huai got out of the boat and didn't go riding.

He knew that the matter was urgent, and his life was at stake. He never stopped working hard to perform light work. He used Pei Yuandan to reach Baiyun City in one breath and came to Bi Liu's home.

Although Bi Liu sent a lot of silver to her home, her parents didn't move a penny of silver, they all saved it, and they still lived in the original house.

This is the most common yard in the city, worn and cramped.

The small courtyard is empty and flat in the center, with a weapon rack next to it, which becomes a small training ground.

At this moment, the family was sad and sorrowful. On the threshold of the main house, an old man was smoking, his mouthful of smoke spit out from his mouth, and a sad face was looming, and wrinkles were crowded together.

There was a low choking sound from the room, intermittent.

Jiang Huai fluttered to the courtyard like a leaf, and the old man looked down and smoked without notice.

Jiang Huai coughed slightly: ”But Sun's Han?”

The old man looked up, saw Jiang Huai, and immediately appeared alert, and stood up: ”Who are you?”

Jiang Huai hugged his fist and said, ”Jiang Huai, under the care of Girl Bi Liu, came to visit her brother.”

”Bi Liu?” The old man frowned, his face gloomy: ”I don't recognize Bi Liu, you go!”

Jiang Huai said: ”Girl Bi Liu knew that my brother was seriously injured and asked me to send him an elixir.”

”What elixir doesn't work!” The old man's face loosened and shook his head.

Jiang Huai smiled: ”It seems that Lang hasn't sighed.”

The old man's face sank again, glaring at him fiercely, and sighing again: ”Almost soon!”

Jiang Huai said: ”As long as he doesn't breathe, the elixir can save him, and the old man can decide whether to save or not to save as soon as possible, and then delay it, making Lang afraid that he will really die!”

”You ... can you really save him?”

”How do you know?”

”... Okay, please come in.” Sun Laohan busy invited him into the room.

Even though the dead girl corrupted the door, and her family was unfortunate, she contacted some nobles. Maybe there is an elixir that can save his son.

Jiang Huai entered the dark room.

On the couch in the bedroom was a handsome young man, flushed and drunk, in a coma and shortness of breath. On and off, as if it would stop at any time.

An old woman sat next to her, holding her right hand tightly, her eyes were red and swollen like a peach, and she was choking on and off intermittently.

Jiang Huai took a white jade bottle from his arms. Carefully poured out a prayer Yuandan, shoved it into the young man's mouth, lifted him up, and sat behind him with his knees crossed. The thick internal force was slowly injected to help the medicine spread.

The old couple looked at them with wide eyes and did not dare to squeak.

”Call ...” The handsome young man suddenly took a long breath, and the blush on his face quickly dissipated, his face became pale, and his breathing became smooth and powerful.

Even if the old couple did not understand medicine, they knew how to look at their son. Suddenly a look of joy.

Jiang Huai's palms continuously injected internal force to accelerate the recovery of injuries.

After a cup of tea time, Jiang Huai and the youth were all white fog, like silk, like a few pillars of incense.

With the passage of time, the mist of mist became dense, and the white gas was flowing like steamed buns.

The old couple thought that time had passed a long time, and looked at them.

The transpiration of the mist turned more and more intense, and suddenly, at a certain moment, the white mist suddenly converged. Drilled into the heads of the two.

Jiang Huai opened his eyes and his eyes were as bright as the electricity.

The handsome young man also slowly opened his eyes.

Jiang Huai released his palms and landed. Smiling: ”It should be no problem.”