To others, Zhao Zichen was suffering from a terminal illness.
Even the cause of the disease could not be found, let alone curing Zhao Zichen.
But for Yang Haoran, this is not a big deal.
The first time he saw Zhao Zichen at the amusement park, he could already see what was wrong with Zhao Zichen.
So later, when a group of children were misbehaving, he didn't stop them, which was considered an opportunity for Zhao Zichen.
"Master Yang, can you ask me what disease my grandson has?"
Zhao Menglin was very polite to Yang Haoran at this time. As long as the glimmer of hope was not shattered, he would never dare to offend Yang Haoran.
As for Zhao Zichen's strange illness, Zhao Menglin had invited more than one famous doctor.
I deliberately asked Yang Haoran at this moment just to judge whether Yang Haoran was lying to him!
How could Yang Haoran not know what Zhao Menglin was thinking, but for the sake of his grandson, this thought was understandable.
"He was born with five ghost meridians, which resulted in the insufficiency of the body's protective and protective functions, and he was born with a body with aggregation of yin energy.
In the past, this disease had another name: Wugui Lianhun.
If it weren't for the pendant on his body, he wouldn't have lived past his age at most."
Zhao Menglin's eyes lit up. Yang Haoran's words were exactly the same as those of the master who gave Zhao Zichen the pendant.
If you can tell the cause of the disease, you must have some ability.
"Can you really cure my grandson? How long will it take?"
Yang Haoran laughed: "You don't have to ask so many questions. Since I have intervened in this matter, it will be difficult for him to die.
The reason why I took away the pendant from his body was to treat his illness.
Only by removing the pendant from his body and allowing his condition to fully develop can I prescribe the right medicine.
Don’t think I’m trying to take advantage of your family!”
Zhao Menglin blushed, that's what he thought.
If Yang Haoran hadn't said there was a way to cure Zhao Zichen, he would not have regarded Yang Haoran as a good person.
I thought so in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.
Zhao Menglin quickly apologized and said, "No, how could I think so?
As long as you, Master Yang, can cure my grandson, I will definitely fulfill my promise and give you half of my Zhao family’s assets!”
Zhao Menglin said very proudly, without any reluctance.
It's really because the Zhao family has only one lineage. If Zhao Zichen dies, it will end his incense.
What's the point of having assets if the family's incense has been cut off?
On the contrary, the promise should be heavier so that Yang Haoran can do his best.
Yang Haoran just smiled without any fluctuation in his expression.
The assets of the Zhao family may not necessarily be greater than his assets, and he really didn't notice it.
"Where is the father of the child? Call him over now."
Zhao Menglin was stunned: "Master Yang, what is the purpose of calling Quanzi?"
Yang Haoran looked solemn: "The disease your grandson has has a hereditary component, and it has something to do with his father and even you.
If my guess is correct, has your family been passed down from one generation to the next?
And no matter how hard you try, you will never give birth again?”
Zhao Menglin was shocked and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, that's true. Is there any mystery behind it?"
"It's not a mystery, but your family has a special physique, which should be related to the occupation of your ancestors.
The yin energy in your family is relatively strong, and when it reaches your grandson's generation, it basically explodes.
This time I will not only help you cure your grandson, but also your son." Ku Luxue
Zhao Menglin was trembling with excitement and nodded repeatedly.
"Thank you, Master Yang. If you can really cure my son, you will be a great benefactor to our Zhao family.
I'll call right away and ask my son to come back."
Zhao Quanan arrived in a short time and was informed of the cause and effect of the incident before arriving.
Therefore, Zhao Quanan's attitude towards Yang Haoran is very complicated.
"Except for you father and son, everyone else should stay away for now."
In the bedroom, only Yang Haoran and Fan Tingting were left, and then the three generations of Zhao Menglin's descendants.
Zhao Menglin was undoubtedly in a very uneasy mood.
Years of constant failures made him dare not have absolute confidence in Yang Haoran.
Zhao Quan'an looked very sad, after all, his son's current appearance was a bit miserable.
"I want to take blood from the fingertips of three of you."
When Yang Haoran came, he brought a small medicine box, which he had prepared before.
But the small medicine box contains not only medical supplies, but also many other strange things.
Yang Haoran found three cups and pricked the left index fingers of Zhao Menglin and his grandson respectively.
Then a cup full of blood was released.
The cups are transparent glasses. If you put the three cups together, you can clearly see the difference in the blood of the three people.
Although Zhao Menglin is old, the color of his blood looks the most normal.
It's bright red and not very viscous. When exposed to air, the top layer quickly condenses into a piece of black skin.
The color of Zhao Quanan's blood is a bit darker, and it looks more viscous than Zhao Menglin's.
After encountering air, although the surface will also condense, the speed is obviously slower.
When we arrived at Zhao Zichen's place, there was obvious black blood, and it looked more viscous.
Not only that, the blood seemed to be mixed with some messy things, which looked like small pieces.
Even if it is placed in the air, there is no sign of condensation on the surface.
Fan Tingting looked at it with wide eyes, a little nervous.
She naturally learned medical skills from Yang Haoran, but she had never practiced them.
Yang Haoran took advantage of this time and took out three pieces of yellow paper from the small medicine box.
The yellow paper has been cut into long strips and spread on the table.
After pressing it with a paperweight, Yang Haoran had a thin brush in his hand.
Under the surprised gazes of Zhao Menglin and his son, Yang Haoran's brush moved towards the blood in the cup.
Then I used blood to outline it on the yellow paper.
His movements are extremely skillful and his movements are as smooth as water.
"Is this a Taoist talisman?"
Zhao Quanan exclaimed and his eyes widened.
Yang Haoran ignored it and was busy with it.
The three pieces of yellow paper were each made of the blood of three people. After ten minutes, the three pieces of talisman seals that looked exactly the same were completed.
Beads of sweat flowed from Yang Haoran's forehead, and he let out a sigh of relief.
Drawing talismans consumes energy and energy, and it is not easy even for Yang Haoran.
At this moment, Zhao Zichen was still lying on the bed, in a coma.
"No matter what I do next, you must cooperate and you are not allowed to move."
Zhao Menglin nodded vigorously: "For the sake of my grandson, I will definitely cooperate well!"
Yang Haoran hummed, picked up three talismans, held them between his fingers and stirred them in the air.