Three Kingdoms: I have 100,000 dead soldiers, and I slaughtered the Southern Huns at the beginning

"This person is not here〃¨."

Immediately, he respectfully reported.

"That person is not from Xiangyang, but he came to Jingzhou half a year ago."

"I heard that this person has a son and a daughter."

"The reason why I came to Xiangyang is because my son was seriously ill and came to Xiangyang for medical treatment."

"There is such a thing?" Liu Biao asked in surprise.

"Then now, where is that person? Who is his name?"

"The man's surname is Huang, his name is Zhong, and his style name is Hansheng. Now he lives in the east of Xiangyang City."

"It's not far from here." Pang Ji replied.

Liu Biao was overjoyed.

Lang laughed at the moment.

"it is good!"

"Mr. Pang, please go and invite me!"

"As long as he is willing to fight, I am willing to hire all the famous doctors in Jingzhou to treat his son."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands towards Pang Ji.

Pang Ji hurriedly stepped aside the ceremony, and then bowed his hands to Liu Biao.

"Your subordinate, please go and invite me!"

Liu Biao nodded repeatedly.

"It's work!"

Pang Ji didn't dare to neglect.

Immediately under the city wall.

Speed ​​up the horse and rush to the courtyard where Huang Zhong is.

In the east of the city, within a manor.

Holding a long bow in his hand, a middle-aged man let out a breath of stale air slowly.

This person has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and looks dignified.

And in the courtyard, above the red heart of the archery target, there are several arrows.

Even more mysterious is.

At the end of each arrow, there is another arrow nailed.

At this moment, bursts of coughing came from the room.

Immediately, there was a plop.

It was as if something heavy had fallen to the ground.

The heart of the middle-aged man tightened.

He hurried into the house.

The scene inside the house made the middle-aged man's heart tense.

I saw a young man who fell to the ground at some unknown time.

The breathing was quite rapid.

"Xu'er, what's wrong with you?"

The middle-aged man was anxious.

Hastily stepped forward.

With force in his hands, he helped the young man onto the bed.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man clasped his right hand and gently helped the young man hit his back.

After a long time, the young man's anger calmed down a little.

He glanced at the middle-aged man and said with a smile.

"Father... Dear, I just... want to get water to drink."

"You want to drink water, you call it father. No matter how bad it is, you can call your sister."

While complaining, the middle-aged man yelled outside.

"Dancing Butterfly!"

"Here we come, Father!"

Outside the house, a girl came in bouncing around.

Seeing the situation in front of her, the girl said anxiously.

"Father, what's wrong with brother?"

"It's okay." The middle-aged man waved his hand.

"Go and fetch some water for your brother."

"Okay." The girl agreed with all her mouth.

Then she hurried aside and poured a glass of water.

She carried the water and walked to the hospital bed.

As he walks, he blows air into the cup from time to time.

Obviously, she wanted the water in the glass to cool down faster.

Then, she handed the cup to the young man.

goodong...

The young man divided it several times, and finally drank the water in the cup.

Only then did he let out a long sigh of relief.

"'Thank you father."

"Thank you little sister."

"I'm giving you trouble!"

"What did you say?" The middle-aged man said with a serious face.

"A family, how can you say two words."

"Xu'er, you just need to take good care of yourself. As a father, I will definitely hire the best famous doctor to treat you!"

The young man smiled wryly.

"Father, I know my own illness."

"Even Zhang Zhongjing, who is known as a miracle doctor, couldn't cure me."

"In this world, I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man.

"Xu'er, I told you for my father."

(of King Zhao)

"My father will definitely hire the best famous doctor for you to diagnose and treat you."

"What you have to do now is to rest in peace!"

"En." The young man nodded emphatically.

"Father, go and get busy."

"I want to rest for a while."

"Okay, then you have a good rest."

The middle-aged man said, helping the young man to lie on the bed.

Covered him with a quilt.

Only then did he go outside.

The young girl tucked the quilt for the young man.

Jiaoshen said.

"Brother, are you feeling better?"

"En!" The young man nodded.

"Little sister, you go out too."

"Then brother, you should rest well." The girl responded.

Then he followed behind the middle-aged man and walked outside.

The young man looked at the two with a look of gratitude on his face.

Two lines of tears fell silently. .

Chapter 220

Huang Xu knew that his father's martial arts were rare in the world.

Archery is unparalleled in the world.

He also knew that his father had always planned to serve the country and save the country.

Everywhere he went, local officials would come to his door and invite his father to become an official.

But every time, his father refused.

The reason is because of him.

Thinking of this, the young man was full of guilt.

speak up.

When he was young, the young man also practiced martial arts with his father.

His first-hand swordsmanship and archery skills are also quite inherited from his father.

His father was also overjoyed for this.

Whenever I see acquaintances, I will praise them.

Just don't know why.

When he was eight years old, he got a strange disease.

Whenever you are a little tired, you will feel shortness of breath and chest tightness.

Shortness of breath.

Sometimes, I can't even breathe.

If his father hadn't been helping him with his mood all the time, I'm afraid he would have been gone long ago.

At this moment, his father just turned his head and looked at him.

The young man's heart tightened, and he hurriedly turned his head away.

But the trace of tears was still seen by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man let out a long sigh.

outside the house.

The girl bit her lip, a little hesitant to speak.