Chapter 375 Rescue

These people watched the arrival of master and disciple Hong Yi with cold eyes. Everyone is here to make money, and they are considered competitors. That is to say, the Yan family has a big business and promises that everyone who comes will be rewarded. Otherwise, these people may have already formed a gang.

"Everyone, please come inside."

After asking for the news, the manager led everyone into the courtyard gate.

The courtyard with three entrances and three exits is truly luxurious. There are dragons and phoenixes carved along the way. All kinds of rare and exotic animals can be seen everywhere in the courtyard. Some of them are even planted in the courtyard as ornamental plants. As a local powerhouse, the Yan family has indeed gone to the extreme in enjoying this area.

After passing the front yard, the steward who led the way stopped and knocked on the door of the inner yard.

"Sorry for bothering you, girl."

The person who opened the door was a maid in green clothes. When the steward of the outer courtyard saw her, he said with an apologetic smile.

"Follow."

The eldest maid glanced at everyone and led them into the inner courtyard. The inner courtyard was even more luxurious than the outer courtyard. Here everyone saw many precious swords placed on both sides as ornamental objects. Some of them were famous in the Xi Kingdom and were the swords of a well-known knight.

After walking for a while, the eldest maid also retired, and the person in charge became an old woman. This was repeated until the fifth person finally arrived at the corresponding courtyard. From this, we can imagine how luxurious this Yan family compound is.

"Miss, we have brought everyone here and confirmed that they are all capable."

The old grandma said softly to the woman in the room.

Through the screen, everyone saw a slim back figure. The woman was sitting in front of the piano table. After hearing the sound, she pressed her fingers on the strings and stopped the sound.

"Thank you for your hard work, mama."

A woman's voice came from inside the room, a little weak, giving people a sickly feeling.

Wu Chong stood outside the house. His consciousness swept over and saw clearly the situation inside the house. Naturally, he also noticed Yan Qingqing's physical condition. This woman was indeed injured, and not seriously. But her symptoms gave Wu Chong a very strange feeling, as if they were a congenital disease.

"Girl, please rest carefully. If you need anything, just tell the old lady."

Grandma said a salute and then retreated.

"You are all capable people. I invite you to come over this time." Yan Qingqing couldn't say more than a few words before she started coughing.

Someone in the room soon slapped her back and poured her a cup of medicinal tea. It took her a while to regain her breath.

"I made you laugh."

"Don't dare."

Everyone outside the house also responded. No matter what, they are the sponsors, and a little delay is nothing.

"I invite you all to come here this time, mainly because I want you to help treat my father." Yan Qingqing said.

When he said this, everyone was a little surprised. They thought he was saving the young lady, but unexpectedly it was the young lady's father who had a problem. The head of the Yan family is the most prestigious person in this area. If something happens to him, the entire county will shake.

It's really strange that there is no news about such an important matter outside.

Hong Yi was also a little disappointed.

He begged the teacher to come over, mainly because he wanted to repay his lifesaver. In the end, he didn't expect that things were different from the news he had heard. The world was really complicated. If it was spread outside and everyone believed it, it might be false.

"I wonder how Mr. Yan's illness is? Is it the same as Miss Yan's?"

Among the crowd, someone asked the core of the problem.

disease.

The person who asked the question was a disheveled god who worshiped a scarecrow, who was said to be a great god in the spiritual world. Wu Chong has never been in contact with or heard of it, but since it is a god, his background must be good.

"My disease was carried in my mother's womb, so naturally it cannot be the same as my father's disease." As he spoke, he had already read through the detailed materials handed over by the outer hospital.

There are a total of twelve people outside, and the Yan family has found out everything about everyone's origins and social relationships.

As the richest family, it is natural that it cannot only have money. The Yan family also has its own power. This time the head of the Yan family was seriously ill, and they never thought of calling anyone outside at first. It was only after the doctors in the house were helpless that they came up with this last resort. But even so, the Yan family must investigate clearly who comes in. Someone took the opportunity to assassinate Mr. Yan.

"My father's illness is a bit strange. I may not be able to explain it with simple words. I would like you to diagnose it yourself. Regardless of whether the matter can be successful or not, I will give you a gift of one hundred taels of silver for anyone who takes action this time."

Yan Qingqing turned to the last page, and what was written on this page was Hong Yi's master and apprentice.

Especially for Hong Yi, his past experience as a beggar has been dug up. Detailed records include how many people he has received relief from and when he came into contact with Yan Qingqing. The only person who has relatively little information is Hong Yi's master. However, an ordinary temple blessing cannot cause too much trouble, just pay a little attention.

After confirming the identities of these people, Yan Qingqing ordered people to take them to Master Yan's residence.

As soon as they entered the door, everyone smelled the strong smell of medicine.

Mr. Yan was lying there on the bed, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Judging from the looks of it, he must have been there for a while. The people present were a little confused as to why they didn't go to a doctor if he was seriously ill. With the strength of the Yan family, as long as the news spread, there would definitely be many famous doctors willing to come and treat him. As a result, the Yan family not only didn't look for doctors, but also looked for Shinto people like them, which was really weird.

When Hong Yi was thinking this, the monk over there had already asked.

"My father's illness cannot be cured by medicine or stone."

Yan Qingqing shook his head and explained without hesitation.

"In fact, before inviting you all, we have invited all the famous doctors in Linhai County to see us. Inviting you here is also the suggestion given by Dr. Sun."

"Why are you explaining so much to these magicians? Just come over and save people."

A man standing in front of Master Yan impatiently interrupted Yan Qingqing's words. This person is Yan Wenwei, the eldest brother of Yan Qingqing and the eldest son of Yan.

"After all, you are asking for help."

"We contribute the money and they contribute the effort. It's only natural."

Yan WenFeng waved his hand to interrupt the nonsense, raised his hand and pointed at the monk standing at the front, and said.

"That bald thief didn't hurry up and come over for treatment. He took his time. He really thought that our Yan family's money was so easy to deceive."

The great monk's face turned dark when he was named, and he swallowed his breath when he thought he was the sponsor.

The monk stepped forward, opened the gauze curtain, and found that Master Yan's face had turned black, and there was a layer of strange insects flying around his face. When he probed his nose with two fingers, he discovered that he had been dead for a long time.

"Out of energy?"

The monk's expression changed, and just as he was about to speak, he found that a person who had been standing beside the bed and whom they had completely ignored pressed his hand on his shoulder. The powerful aura instantly sealed all the aura in the monk's body.

"Treat! If you can't cure it, you are a liar. Our Yan family will never be lenient when dealing with liars."

Yan Fawei's voice rang in the monk's ears. The cold voice did not hide the murderous intent at all, and the cold sweat on the monk's forehead suddenly flowed out.