These people watched the arrival of Master and Disciple Hong Yi with cold eyes. Everyone is here to make money, and they are considered competitors. That is to say, the Yan family has a big business and promises that everyone who comes will be rewarded. Otherwise, these people might have been organized.
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"Everyone, please come inside."
After asking for the news, the manager led everyone into the courtyard gate.
The courtyard with three entrances and three exits is truly luxurious. Along the way, dragons and phoenixes are painted, and various rare and exotic animals can be seen everywhere in the courtyard. Some of them are even planted in the courtyard as ornamental plants. As a local power, the Yan family
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After passing the front yard, the steward who led the way stopped and knocked on the door of the inner yard.
"Sorry for bothering you, girl."
The person who opened the door was a maid in green clothes. When the steward of the outer courtyard saw her, he said with an apologetic smile.
"Follow."
The eldest maid glanced at everyone and led them into the inner courtyard. The inner courtyard was even more luxurious than the outer courtyard. Here everyone saw many precious swords placed on both sides as ornamental objects. Some of them were in the capital of Xi Kingdom.
Some names are the swords of a well-known knight.
After walking for a while, the eldest maid also retreated, and the person in charge became an old woman. This was repeated until the fifth person finally arrived at the corresponding courtyard. From this, you can imagine what the Yan family courtyard is like.
of luxury.
"Miss, I have brought everyone here and confirmed that they are all capable."
The old grandma said softly to the woman in the room.
Through the screen, everyone saw a slim back figure. The woman was sitting in front of the piano table. After hearing the sound, she pressed her fingers on the strings and stopped the sound.
"Thank you for your hard work, mama."
A woman's voice came from inside the room, a little weak, giving people a sickly feeling.
Wu Chong stood outside the house. His consciousness swept over and saw clearly the situation inside the house. Naturally, he also noticed Yan Qingqing's physical condition. This woman was indeed injured, and it was not serious. It's just that her symptoms gave
Wu Chong had a very strange feeling, as if it was a congenital disease.
"Girl, please rest carefully. If you need anything, just tell the old lady."
Grandma said a salute and then retreated.
"You are all capable people. I invite you to come here this time..." Yan Qingqing couldn't say more than a few words before she started coughing.
Soon someone in the room gave her a pat on the back and poured her a cup of medicinal tea. It took her a while to regain her breath.
"I made you laugh."
"Don't dare."
Everyone outside the house also responded one after another. No matter what, they are all the sponsors, and a little delay is nothing.
"I invite you all to come here this time, mainly because I want you to help treat my father." Yan Qingqing said.
As soon as he said this, everyone was a little surprised. They thought he was saving the young lady, but unexpectedly it was the young lady's father who had a problem. The head of the Yan family is the most prestigious person in this area. If something happens to him,
Something happened, and the ground in the entire county was shaking.
It's really strange that there is no news about such an important matter outside.
Hong Yi was also a little disappointed.
He asked the teacher to come over, mainly because he wanted to repay his lifesaver. But he didn't expect that things were different from the news he had heard. The world was really complicated, and if it was spread outside and everyone believed it, it might be false.
"I wonder how Mr. Yan's illness is? Is it the same as Miss Yan's?"
Among the crowd, someone asked the core of the problem.
disease.
The person who asked the question was a magic stick with disheveled hair. He believed in a scarecrow, which was said to be a great god in the spiritual world. Wu Chong had never been in contact with it, nor had he heard of it, but since he was a god, he must have a good background.
It's not bad.
"My disease was carried in my mother's womb, so naturally it cannot be the same as my father's disease." As he spoke, he had already read through the detailed materials handed over by the other hospital.
There are a total of twelve people outside, and the Yan family has found out everything about everyone's origins and social relationships.
As the richest family, it is natural that the Yan family cannot only have money. The Yan family also has its own power. This time the head of the Yan family was seriously ill, and they did not think of looking for anyone from outside at first. They had to come up with this idea after the doctors in the house were helpless.
This is a bad idea. But even so, the Yan family must investigate clearly who comes in. Someone took the opportunity to assassinate Mr. Yan.
"My father's illness is a bit strange. It may not be clear with simple words. I would like you to diagnose it yourself. Regardless of whether the matter can be successful or not, a gift of one hundred taels of silver will be given to anyone who takes action this time."
Yan Qingqing turned to the last page, and what was written on this page was Hong Yi, master and apprentice.
Especially for Hong Yi, his past experience as a beggar has been dug up. How many people he has received relief from, and when he came into contact with Yan Qingqing, are all recorded in detail. The only person who has relatively little information is Hong Yi's master.
However, an ordinary temple blessing cannot cause too much trouble, just a little attention will be enough.
After confirming the identities of these people, Yan Qingqing ordered people to take them to Master Yan's residence.
As soon as they entered the door, everyone smelled the strong smell of medicine.
Mr. Yan was lying there on the bed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Judging from the situation, he must have been there for a while. The people present were a little puzzled. Why didn't they go to a doctor if he was seriously ill? With the strength of the Yan family, as long as the news was spread, they would be willing to come over.
There must have been many famous doctors who treated her. As a result, the Yan family not only didn't look for doctors, but also looked for Shinto people like them, which was really weird.
When Hong Yi was thinking this, the monk over there had already asked.
"My father's illness can't be cured without medicine or stone."
Yan Qingqing shook his head and explained without hesitation.
"In fact, before inviting you all, we have invited all the famous doctors in Linhai County to see us. Inviting you all here is also Dr. Sun's suggestion."
"Why are you explaining so much to these magicians? Just come over and save people."
A man standing in front of Master Yan impatiently interrupted Yan Qingqing's words. This man was Yan's eldest son, Yan Qingqing's eldest brother Yan Wenfa.
"After all, I am asking for help..."
"We contribute the money and they contribute the effort. It is a matter of course."
Yan WenFeng waved his hand to interrupt the nonsense, raised his hand and pointed at the monk standing at the front, and said.
"That bald thief, you didn't hurry up and come over for treatment. You're just taking your time. You really think our Yan family's money is so easy to deceive."
The face of the great monk who was named turned dark, and he swallowed his breath when he thought that he was the sponsor.
The monk stepped forward, opened the gauze curtain, and found that Master Yan's face had turned black, and there was a layer of strange insects flying on his face. When he probed his nose with two fingers, he found that he had been dead for a long time.
....
"Out of energy?"
The monk's expression changed. Just as he was about to speak, he found that a person who had been standing beside the bed and whom they had completely ignored pressed his hand on his shoulder. The powerful aura instantly sealed all the aura in the monk's body.
"Treat! If you can't cure it, you are a liar. Our Yan family will never be merciful when dealing with liars."
Yan Fawei's voice rang in the monk's ears. The cold voice did not hide the murderous intent at all, and the cold sweat on the monk's forehead suddenly flowed out.