Jiangcheng First People's Hospital, Intensive Care Unit.
Zhao Ziman looked at the bandaged man on the bed, covering his face helplessly and crying.
"Miss Zhao, you'd better prepare for the funeral!"
A doctor in a white coat with eyes shook his head and sighed.
I don’t know who this family has offended, and they have attacked so harshly.
"no no!"
Zhao Ziman's tears kept flowing and he was heartbroken.
"Ziman!"
Shen Yuan hurriedly walked in.
Zhao Ziman stood up immediately, his face full of hope.
"My brother was beaten so badly that even the doctors couldn't do anything. Please take a look!"
She put all her hopes on Shen Yuan.
"Okay, don't worry first."
Shen Yuan stepped forward, opened Zhao Qiang's eyelids, and checked his body again.
All the bones in his limbs were shattered, and there were scars all over his body.
It was obvious that the opponent's actions were extremely cruel.
The doctor on the side said, "He is hopeless. There is no need to waste time. It is better to prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."
Shen Yuan ignored him and picked up the silver needle beside him.
After a few injections, Zhao Qiang's heartbeat stabilized and he was out of danger.
The doctor who was about to make a sarcastic comment widened his eyes in disbelief.
He was treated for a long time and there was no improvement at all. He was out of danger after just two injections?
"Sir, where did you learn your medical skills?"
The doctor's eyes were wild.
Shen Yuan ignored him and asked Zhao Ziman beside him.
"Did he mess with someone?"
If there wasn't any deep hatred, the other party shouldn't have acted so viciously.
"No, my brother is a kind man and has never offended anyone."
"He didn't come home last night. Someone dumped him at the door of his house this morning. He also wrote a name in blood. What kind of Zao Wuji did he seem to be?"
Zhao Ziman was a little confused and didn't know this person at all.
But Shen Yuan knew this name.
That man was the Chinese God of Martial Arts, who had defeated the ten great masters of Japan by himself.
He also killed Japan's top master at the Great Wall, the swordsman Yagyu Isshin!
The object of worship of all warriors in China.
It's just that although Zhao Qiang's surname is Zhao and he is also surnamed Zhao, it's too far apart!
"Did your family have any relationship with Zhao Wuji before?"
"have no idea."
Zhao Ziman shook his head, looking confused.
"We can only wait until Xiaoqiang wakes up and ask him."
Half an hour later, Zhao Qiang finally woke up.
Shen Yuan asked him the question just now.
Zhao Qiang also looked confused.
"I have no idea."
"Then where were you last night? How could you be beaten like this?"
"When I came back from get off work yesterday, a mysterious man knocked me unconscious and took me away, asking me where Zao Wou-Ki's things were."
"But I don't know this Zhao Wuji at all, and he has been using various methods to extract a confession."
"After one night, they really didn't ask for anything, so they just threw me out."
Having said this, Zhao Qiang was still a little aggrieved.
If he knew about that kind of inhuman torture, he would have told me about it.
But the problem is, he doesn't even know this person.
Shen Yuan frowned.
The sister didn't know who this person was, and neither did the brother, so why did they suddenly find them?
"Shen Yuan, who is this Zhao Wuji?"
Zhao Ziman couldn't help but ask.
"He is the Chinese God of War and is the object of worship of all ancient warriors in China."
The two siblings were shocked.
Although they guessed that this Zhao Wuji was not simple, they did not expect that he was such a powerful person.
It's just that things like ancient martial arts are too mysterious, and Zhao Ziman still doesn't believe it.
"Shen Yuan, are you lying to us? Is there really such a thing as ancient martial arts in the world?"
Shen Yuan didn't say much, but put his hand on the stainless steel cabinet aside.
When he took back his hand, a clear slap mark suddenly appeared on it.
Zhao Ziman fell silent for a moment.
Zhao Qiang looked envious.
"Brother Shen, can you teach me ancient martial arts? Once I learn martial arts, no one else will dare to bully me!"
"Although you are out of danger now, the bones in your limbs are seriously damaged and you will need to recover for at least three months! If you want to learn, I will teach you when you are ready."
"good!"
Zhao Qiang was ecstatic and a little impatient.
"Ziman, if you think about it carefully, do you have any heirlooms at home?"
Shen Yuan asked this not out of greed, but because he instinctively felt that the group would come again.
At that time, Zhao Ziman will be in danger.
"No."
Zhao Ziman thought about it carefully and still shook his head.
"However, my father said something that I must remember."
"What words?"
Shen Yuan's eyes lit up.
"What does it seem like, phoenix blood, white jade, a real dragon appearing, shocking the world?"
She didn't understand this sentence, but she always remembered it.
"Then what kind of jade do you have at home?"
"No, my family's condition is not very good and I don't have anything valuable."
Zhao Ziman shook his head again.
"I'll stay with you these days to prevent any accidents."
"You should think about it again and see if there are any new clues."
Shen Yuan said.
His intuition told him that the brother and sister Zhao Wuji and Zhao Ziman must have some kind of relationship.
Otherwise, there are so many people named Zhao in the world, why did that group of people choose them?
Moreover, they obviously came here for Zhao Wuji's things.
…
evening.
Chu Li called Shen Yuan to ask him how the investigation was going.
As a result, as soon as the call was connected, there was an ambiguous groan.
"Shen Yuan, it hurts!"
"Please keep your voice down, I'm on the phone with my wife!"
"Then please be gentle."
Hearing the woman's charming voice, Chu Li was furious, and his good impression of Shen Yuan, which he had finally developed, suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"I thought you had changed your gender, but to my surprise, you still look disgusting!"
Chu Li hung up the phone angrily.
Over here, Shen Yuan was holding his cell phone speechlessly.
What did he do?
What did he do again?
"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back just now and you were misunderstood. How about I call your wife and explain it to you?"
Zhao Ziman was half-dressed on the bed, feeling a little guilty.
She just accidentally twisted her waist and asked Shen Yuan to massage her, but this happened!
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Anyway, I was confused by the misunderstanding and there is nothing to explain.
Shen Yuan put away his cell phone casually, but his peripheral vision was involuntarily attracted to Zhao Ziman's back.
This back is white and smooth, particularly dazzling under the light, as beautiful as jade.
"Tsk tsk! Your back is so beautiful, just like a white jade wall. Let me identify it!"
Shen Yuan secretly smacked his tongue and wiped the oil.
“The massage was not honest, it was so annoying!!”
Zhao Ziman's pretty face turned slightly red and she rolled her eyes at him.
"By the way, does your family have an old house? Or, where did you live before?"
The topic jumped so quickly that she almost didn't react, and then nodded.
"That's true. Our ancestral home is in Tianshui County near Jiangcheng."
Her family lived there when she was a child, but after her father died, she and her brother moved out.