C3 (1/2)
The next day, Yang Xiaofeng was sitting next to his bed. An old doctor with a head full of white hair was taking his pulse at a steady pace. Yang Xiu Emperor, on the other hand, stomped his feet back and forth and then asked anxiously, ”Old Wang, how is Yun'er?”
The old imperial physician frowned and said slowly, ”Old Marshal, there is no need to rush. Judging from Second Young Master's pulse, his life is stable and there is no longer any danger.”
Yang Xiu was overjoyed. Just as he wanted to thank Imperial Physician Wang, he was suddenly stopped by Imperial Physician Wang's next words.
Because Imperial Physician Wang's next sentence, ”It's just …”
”But what? ”We've been friends for so many years, yet you still don't understand me. If you have anything to say, just say it!” Yang Xiu Emperor roared anxiously, almost to the point of roaring.
”Ah, it's just that the power of the two palms on the Second Young Master's body is astonishing. One palm had injured the brain, but the other palm had injured the heart. It was just that he did not know how the brain injury miraculously healed, saving him from death. However, his heart meridian was completely destroyed, and he would probably not be able to cultivate battle qi in the future. What a pity, what a pity. The Second Young Master was so gifted, he was even more talented than his father. In the past, his father's talent was astonishing, but he had never achieved such an achievement even when the Second Young Master was his age. What if Second Young Master finds out that he can't cultivate battle qi in the future? ”
Yang Xiu Emperor was stunned on the spot, like a thunderbolt from a clear sky … The heavens are destroying our Yang family. Yun'er is the hope for our Yang family to rise again. Only fifteen years old, yet his cultivation had already reached the peak of the warguard. Such talent was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns in the entire continent. Although Tian'er was already at the peak of the warguard, Yun'er was three years younger than her. Three years of difference? And after three years, just how shocking would Yun'er's talent be? Is our Yang family destined to fall? Yun'er, the legend of the Yang family, the future pillar of our family's rise. Gone … ”He disappeared just like that …” Sigh. Forget it, as long as my life is fine … ”How about I see my son in the netherworld from now on?” Yang Xiudi shook his head as he spoke, but could only feel unspeakable disappointment even though he was suffering in his heart.
The loss of a son in old age was already the most painful thing in life. Originally, one of the two outstanding sons had died in battle while the other was crippled in both legs. How glorious was the Yang family? However, the talented one, who was also known as the Empire's legend, was also crippled at this time. How could this old man accept this!
In the Yang Mansion's backyard, a handsome middle-aged man with a burly physique and sharp eyes that made him look like he was forty years old with a handicapped pair of legs sat on a wooden wheelchair. Standing beside him was Yang Hu, who remained motionless and respectful. The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and asked, ”Yang Hu, how is Yun'er?
Yang Hu's voice was choked with sobs, ”My lord, Young Master Yun's life is fine but his meridians are all destroyed. I'm afraid we can't cultivate battle qi anymore.” Just as he finished speaking, Yang Hu suddenly knelt in front of the middle-aged man's wheelchair and cried out, ”Elder, please kill me.” ”It's all my fault that I couldn't protect the Yang family, that's my fault to the old man and you, I don't have the face to face with the second master of the underworld!”
Yang Yufeng lowered his head and slowly said: ”Stand up, I can't blame you. You can leave first.” I want to be quiet. ”If Yun'er wakes up, tell me right away.”