Everyone has already gotten up and started working.
"Mr. Feng, you just said in the hospital that I could save Mr. Minghui. What did you mean?"
Yang Huang looked at Mr. Feng in surprise and asked.
"I said you can save me if you can. You go back. You don't have to work today. Go back to your room and think about how to save Minghui."
After speaking, Mr. Feng pushed Yang Huang to the room.
Yang Huang closed the door and thought about what he had done.
"Is it possible that Mr. Feng discovered some flaw? That's why he said so categorically that I can defeat Mr. Minghui? No matter, if it weren't for Mr. Feng's face, I wouldn't help that arrogant and arrogant man.
As for that woman, since that woman saw me, she didn’t take him seriously at all. Forget it, save someone’s life and set up a seven-level pagoda.”
Yang Huang pulled the curtains together.
The room was only dimly illuminated by sunlight.
In the dark room, his two eyes were like owls in the dark night, glowing green.
It's strange to blink in the dark.
"Soul-Reviving Pill."
As soon as he finished speaking, the pill in the air began to tremble slightly.
Immediately afterwards, a gentle whirlwind surrounded the soul-reviving pill, and a light green light pushed the pill up.
After refining it, Yang Huang put the elixir in a small medicine bottle similar to home medicine. From the outside, it looked like ordinary medicine.
But when Yang Huang opened the cap of the bottle, what hit his nostrils was a faint smell of Chinese herbal medicine, coupled with the scent of some kind of candy, it was very comfortable to breathe in the lungs.
Yang Huang put the refined elixir in his pocket and went downstairs.
Downstairs, I saw Mr. Feng leaning on his chin with his hands and looking outside.
"I really don't know what this old man is thinking about every day?"
Mr. Feng saw movement on the stairs and turned around to see Yang Huang standing on top.
"Come on, come on Yang Huang, come and sit down."
Yang Huang was shocked by Mr. Feng's behavior.
"This old man really begged me. I'm still a little uncomfortable with being so enthusiastic about me now."
After speaking, Yang Huang pretended to shudder.
Yang Huang walked to Mr. Feng and sat down.
Mr. Feng looked at Yang Huang with a smile.
"How's it going? Is there any way?"
When he said this, Mr. Feng had already put away his smile and looked at Yang Huang nervously.
"There is a way, but this only relieves Mr. Minghui's pain and cannot save his life. It will take some time to save his life."
"Okay, okay, okay, as long as we can make that old man feel more comfortable now, it will prevent him from suffering all day long. Saving his life will not take a day or two."
Yang Huang looked at Mr. Feng, who seemed to have become much more haggard because of this incident. He was no longer as heroic as before, but now he really looked like an old man in his sixties.
Mr. Feng spoke calmly, as if he was familiar with everything about Mr. Minghui, even his condition.
Yang Huang couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Feng, Minghui; what is the cause of the old man's condition? When I saw him, his body felt completely exhausted."
If Yang Huang wants to know the origin of Mr. Minghui's condition, he can only say this. He can't tell Mr. Feng that he saw it through X-rays of Mr. Minghui's body.
"I have known the old man for more than fifty years. When we were teenagers, we joined the army together. After five years of being soldiers, we were sent to fight on the front lines. At that time, China's weapons were not that advanced.
Many people never come back. Minghui was hit by a shell at that time, but the medical equipment at that time was not that advanced. They could only stop his bleeding and prevent him from losing his life. Now his body still has the memories of the war.
The bullets left behind may have changed position with the flow of blood as we age, so now..."
At this point, Mr. Feng stopped talking, tears already welling up in his eyes.
"Yes, when people get older, they cherish the people around them more and more. Mr. Feng must be reluctant to let go of Mr. Minghui after trying so hard."
Looking at Mr. Feng's slow back, Yang Huang suddenly felt sour in his heart. Usually, this old man always gave people a very optimistic and positive feeling. He didn't expect that he also had such an affectionate side in his emotions.
Yang Huang touched the elixir in his pocket.
"Mr. Minghui, saving you may be equivalent to saving Mr. Feng and Yuhan."
Yang Huang walked into the room and sat on the bed. He suddenly felt that human emotions are so great. Only when he is most helpless can he see clearly who are the true friends and false friends around him.
When he was in Tianshan, Yang Huang had never experienced the warmth and warmth of human relationships today.
Although there were so many people watching the explosion two days ago, no one dared to come forward to help. Today, Mr. Feng seemed to be willing to give anything for the life of Mr. Minghui. He had never done anything in the sky before.
People who have never had this kind of feeling only know how to fight for power and even commit suicide, but now Yang Huang once again feels how great emotions are.
Yang Huang took out the elixir in his pocket and opened the bottle cap and smelled it. One smell made him feel refreshed.
Although this is just an ordinary play in heaven, there is no other like this in the world.
This pill is enough to make Mr. Minghui no longer in pain, but the most difficult thing at hand is how to save his life. With Yang Huang's current status, it is impossible to return to heaven. Now he only has to practice hard to improve his magic power.
Only then can we refine the elixir to revive Mr. Minghui.
Yang Huang recalled Yuhan's helpless look in the hospital, and then recalled how stressful it was for Mr. Feng to rely on him.
Yang Huang put his hands together, and saw a green whirlwind swirling in the room. Now the green thing represents positive energy, and it is also a good weapon for Yang Huang to increase his mana.
Only by practicing hard and improving his magic power can Yang Huang bring Mr. Minghui back from the ghost gate.
The green light in Yang Huang's eyes rose again.
At this time, he seemed to be ascending to immortality.
To be precise, he is half a god now, but now he can't do whatever he wants with his magic power. If he was in Tianshan before, this matter could be solved with a snap of his fingers, but now he can only suffer.
Practice.
When it was time to finish the meal, Mr. Feng was not at the table to eat. He went to the room several times to call Mr. Feng, but Mr. Feng refused to eat.
Probably still worried about Mr. Minghui's matter.
"Yang Huang, Mr. Feng took the cow out early today. Did something happen?"
asked worriedly from afar.
"Today Mr. Feng took me to see an old comrade of his. That old comrade is not in good health. Maybe it's because of Mr. Feng that he can't eat."
Yang Huang made the matter very clear in a few simple words.
"Okay, Mr. Feng asked us to eat first. If he is hungry, he will call us."
He repeated from a distance what Mr. Feng said just now, then sat at the dinner table and started eating.
It seems that everyone's mood is not very high today, and they are just minding their own business and eating.
Maybe it was because he was too tired to save people yesterday and was woken up early by Mr. Feng today. After dinner, Yang Huang went back to the room and fell asleep. He slept until dawn. When he woke up again, it was still Feng.