Chapter 962

"Be a good man. I'll send someone to take you back to the Miao village." Yehaoxuan stepped forward and lifted his right hand into the air. The Haoran Qi suddenly surged out, and a transparent breath was hidden in the sea of Wuyuan knowledge.

Her heart uttered a scream, her body was black, and the huge witch power disappeared in that moment. In her sad voice, her body gradually bent, and she seemed to be more than ten years old at that moment.

Xinyu is not very old. At best, she is only in her early twenties. However, because she lost her magic power and the source of Wu was destroyed, her body quickly aged at that moment.

"I will find someone to take you back to the Miao village. In the future, when you are in your hometown, you will close your door and think about your mistakes. You will lead your master to trust you before his death." Yehaoxuan said coldly.

"No need." The voice of Xinyu was still cold without any emotion. Now she hated yehaoxuan very much. Her master died because of this man, but she lost her magic power because of this man. She wanted to cut this man to pieces. She struggled to stand up and walked away along the road next to the ten mile Pavilion.

"It's a little cruel to her. If I were her, I would rather die." Looking at her background, Yuan Xin sighed slightly.

"She won't die." Yehaoxuan said lightly.

"Why?" Yuan Xin asked.

"Because she wanted to save her life to take revenge on me, her heart was very dark. She could never accept the fact that her magic power was destroyed, so she hated me. Even if her magic power was destroyed, she would try her best to take revenge on me." Yehaoxuan said.

"Knowing that she is a future problem, you might as well go up and kill her now. I know Wu. Although her Wu yuanzhihai was destroyed, it's hard to guarantee that she won't have other secret methods to recover herself. At that time, with her character, it must be a big problem for you." Yuan Xindao.

"I can't kill her. First of all, I was asked by her Shifu to go to the Miao village where she lives to find something. That place is a forbidden area. Except for the blood of the witch inherited by the authentic witchcraft, no one can open the mechanism. If you kill her, the inheritance of the witchcraft will be broken." Yehaoxuan sighed.

When it comes to inheritance, yehaoxuan can't help sighing, because the origin of witchcraft is from Chiyou, the ancient demon God. In those days, in the eight wastelands of China, witchcraft was once brilliant. The former demon God even bothered the holy emperor. Later, the holy emperor and his party fought a decisive battle with Chiyou, and took great pains to kill the demon God. Since then, the Jiuli people have gone to the Miao land, and their witchcraft has gradually declined.

In modern times, the decline of witchcraft was more serious than that of traditional Chinese medicine. Now it has been reduced to the point that one person has to maintain its inheritance, which makes people feel sorry.

"Thank you for thinking so much of the witch." Yuan Xin said sincerely.

"There are fewer and fewer things from the old ancestors. It's a pity that the witch doesn't follow the right path. Otherwise, I can help her carry forward the witch." Yehaoxuan sighed.

"Yes... It's a pity that she doesn't follow the right path." Yuan Xin also sighed slightly.

Yehaoxuan was moved. Yuan Xin's nature was good. What would happen if she inherited the Wu Tao? He turned around and asked, "Yuanxin, how are you doing?"

"OK, I like it." Yuan Xin smiled.

"If I give you a chance to inherit the sorcery, would you like it?" Yehaoxuan said.

"I know what you think. It's hard for me to feel that Wu Dao hasn't come to this point. If I can do my part for Wu Dao, I'd be happy, but I can't inherit Wu Dao." Yuan Xindao.

"Why not?" Yehaoxuan asked.

"The witch hates you now, and the inheritance of witchcraft requires her to willingly pass it on to another person. Do you think she will willingly pass it on to me now?" The heart said.

"Yes, God is always a little unsatisfactory." Yehaoxuan shook his head helplessly.

"Everything goes with fate. In this history, there are always things that constantly appear and disappear. If the inheritance is really broken, it can only be said that it is a fixed number and can't come by force." Yuan Xindao.

"Yuan Xin, you know what I'm doing now." Yehaoxuan suddenly said.

"I know that you want to develop traditional Chinese medicine so that people can afford it. I also support you in doing so. If I had met you earlier, my mother might not have died so early. This road is still a long way to go. If I could do my part for you, I would also like to." Yuan Xindao.

"Well, if one day you can inherit the inheritance of witchcraft, I hope you can help me, because my actions have touched the interests of most people. I don't know what dangers I will encounter in the future." Yehaoxuan said.

"Aren't I helping you now? If I have the inheritance of witchcraft and the ability, I will certainly try my best to help you." Yuan Xin smiled.

"You are a good girl, thank you." Yehaoxuan smiled.

"The one who wants to say thank you is me. If it weren't for you, I would still be a cripple with disabled legs and bumping into walls everywhere." Yuan Xindao.

After such a toss, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Yehaoxuan went back to the hospital to find Tang Bing. Seeing that yehaoxuan had returned safely, Tang Bing was relieved. Recalling the terrible experience just now, Tang Bing felt waves of fear. She jumped into yehaoxuan's arms and hugged her tightly.

"It's all right. It's all over. The witch has been ruined by me. She won't come in the future." Yehaoxuan comforted her by touching her back.

"I am not afraid... As long as you are by my side." Tang Bing said softly.

"I'm sorry to have made you suffer." Yehaoxuan sighed slightly. The road he took was doomed to be full of ups and downs. No matter what happened, he would try his best to protect the people around him and not let them suffer any harm.

"Since the moment I came to the capital, I have decided to follow you without complaint and regret. No matter what happens, I can persist. As your woman, I am not afraid of hardship." Tang Bing said quietly.

"Thank you..." yehaoxuan felt that the women around him were very considerate. Maybe they were the real purpose of yehaoxuan's efforts.

Liu Chengen's illness soon attracted the common attention of both China and South Korea. Early the next morning, Liu Chengen's family got off the plane and rushed to the hospital. In addition, people from the South Korean embassy came to the hospital together. The Chinese side also sent people to comfort and express concern about Liu's illness.

Accompanied by Pu Chengyan, the most authoritative brain doctor in South Korea, and jinshichang, the grandfather of Jin Junming, who was abused by Ye haoxuan's medical skills, are representatives of traditional Chinese and Western medicine in South Korea. Of course, they call traditional Chinese medicine Korean medicine.

Looking at a series of examination results, park Chengyan frowned. As an experienced expert in brain medicine, he knew how serious Liu Chengen's condition was this time.

He looked away at jinshichang, who had just finished the pulse for liuchengen. Jinshichang shook his head slightly at him. Puchengyan's heart sank. He also understood what jinshichang meant. It seemed that liuchengen's disease could not be treated with traditional Chinese medicine this time.

"Mr. Park, Mr. Kim, how is my father's condition?" Seeing that the two men stood up at the same time, liujiye, the eldest son of liuchengen, came forward nervously and asked.

"Mr. Liu, let's have a word." Jinshichang sighed slightly, and the three men and liuchengen's other children followed him out.

Because the Liu family is Chinese, they speak Chinese fluently. In fact, Chinese was once popular in that country, so a large number of Korean people can speak Chinese, especially some people with status, who are quite fluent in Chinese.

"Old Liu's condition is not optimistic." Jinshichang sighed. "In terms of Korean doctors, there is no good way to treat this condition, so they can only treat it conservatively. However, due to the special location of brain tumors, Korean doctors have little effect, so they can only operate."

"What does Mr. Park think?" Second son liujixian asked.

"It can be surgically removed, but considering Liu's age and physical function problems, I think the risk of surgery is great. If I do it, I'm only 40% sure." Park Chengyan also sighed.

"40% sure..." the people present were silent, and they realized that the problem was much more serious than they imagined.

Park Chengyan is the best brain expert in South Korea. He is also famous internationally. He has been to Europe and the United States and other developed countries to give lectures on cases. Over the years, he has performed more than 100 large and small operations, with a very high success rate. Even he said that he was only 40% sure, that is, less than half of the probability.

"Brother, what should I do?" Liu Jixian asked.

"Come here first and make plans." Liujiye pointed to the spare ward, and a large group of people went into the ward to discuss things.

Just then, a doctor in a white coat came over with a cart. Several bodyguards at the door stopped him and searched his cart.

"What are you doing here?" A bodyguard was holding the doctor's work permit and looking at it over and over in his hand.

"Doctor ye asked me to come. He told me that old Liu needed more rest, so he asked me to help him with the sedative." The doctor said calmly.

"Call to confirm." The bodyguard was cautious.

"Let him in. Grandpa just doesn't feel well. He wants to sleep." Liusihui came in and said, "doctor Ye gave grandpa a good rest after he treated him yesterday."

"Yes, miss two." The bodyguard bowed his head and let the doctor in.

The doctor took out a needle tube, sterilized it with alcohol, and then stabbed it into old Liu's vein.

"Doctor, what did Dr. Ye inject this time? Isn't he a traditional Chinese medicine doctor? How can he use these things?" Liusihui asked in surprise.