Chapter 1142

Inner courtyard of Yang Mansion.

Yang Yongyi was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door being slammed hard.

"Patriarch! Patriarch! It's not good, something happened to the young master!" Steward Yang's eager voice came into the room.

Swish!

Yang Yongyi suddenly sat up on the bed, didn't even bother to put on his coat, and suddenly opened the door, "What! What are you talking about!"

"Master, something happened to the young master, it's in the living room, go and have a look!" Steward Yang held a lantern in his hand, his face full of anxiety.

Boom! Yang Yongyi bumped away the butler Yang who was blocking the door with one shoulder, and quickly ran towards the living room.

Hoo, hoo.

Yang Yongyi walked into the living room with heavy steps, and saw his son paralyzed on the teacher's chair at a glance, and there were two young people standing beside him.

"Xingzhe, Xingzhe? What's wrong with you?" Yang Yongyi came to Yang Xingzhe's side in a few steps.

Seeing his son's miserable state, Yang Yongyi's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at the young man beside him with cannibalism.

"What's wrong with my son! How could he be hurt like this!" Yang Yongyi roared angrily.

Those two young people were wearing gray exercise uniforms with the logo of the Alchemist Academy embroidered on their chests, they were actually inner court disciples!

Faced with Yang Yongyi's questioning, the two remained expressionless, and one of them opened his mouth and said: "Your son was injured in this gang battle, and he is no longer suitable to continue studying at the Alchemist Academy. I hereby escort your son home to recuperate."

In a flash of inspiration, a paper contract was taken out. The content on it was exactly the document that Yang Xingzhe signed when he entered the academy. It was clearly written that any injuries during the school had nothing to do with the academy.

"Patriarch Yang, farewell." The two inner court disciples cupped their hands, about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Yang Yongyi suddenly stopped the two people at the door, "You two, can you tell me how Xing Zhe was injured?"

Yang Yongyi's old eyes were red, and there was hatred in them.

A young man glanced sideways at Yang Yongyi, and felt compassion in his heart: "Your son had a conflict with the bloody demon during the gang war, let him rest in peace, and leave."

The two youths left Yang Mansion quickly, the task was completed, and Yang Xingzhe had nothing to do with them.

Looking at his comatose son, Yang Yongyi felt mixed emotions in his heart. His son was the number one genius in Yangcheng, and he also had the talent for refining medicine. It was precisely because of this that Yang Yongyi sent his son to the Alchemist Academy for further study.

Yang Xingzhe was very competitive and established his own power. He has reached the level of second-grade alchemist in refining medicine, and he can graduate in two years. When he returns to Yangcheng, he will almost be the next head of the Yang family. Unfortunately, Yang Xingzhe Xingzhe's vision was really bad, so he chose to fight against Ye Yuxi...

Yang Yongyi clenched his fists slowly, he was his only son, but now he was abolished, not only Yang Xingzhe was abolished, but Yang Yongyi's hope was also abolished.

No, Xingzhe is the first genius, and he is the hope of Yangfu, this injury will not hit his son!

Yang Yongyi comforted himself in his heart, forced his brain to calm down, and thought about ways to heal Yang Xingzhe.

"Patriarch." Steward Yang approached Yang Yongyi cautiously: "Patriarch, tomorrow those young people will bring the water of the infinite, which is commonly known as the water of the spiritual source, and it may have some impact on the young master's injury." help."

"Water of Promise, yes! Water of Promise!" Yang Yongyi's old eyes lit up, and excitement suddenly appeared on his face, "God bless my son! With the water of Promise, Xing Zhe's injury will definitely heal."