Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

In the current situation, their chances of winning are slim.

But the eldest lady's position was right at the entrance of the courtyard, so even if they wanted to run away, they would have no way.

Hearing Kong Xuan's words, Lianyi also looked at Lin Shuyang subconsciously.

Witnessing the previous scene where he used Mo Yuhuan to make the eighth aunt faint, she subconsciously thought that among the people present, perhaps only Lin Shuyang could deal with the devil.

Uncle Dao came over. The tiger's mouth of his right hand had been shocked to the point of bleeding, but he still held the broad knife tightly.

"Maybe we can leave from the roof." He turned to look at Rong Xianyi who was walking over, "You go first, I will stop you."

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome." Lin Shuyang suddenly walked towards the eldest lady with a steady pace, and his soft voice fell in the ears of everyone present, "I will solve it."

Rong Xianyi stretched out his hand, but did not hold Lin Shuyang.

There is only a small distance between them.

As if on purpose, Lin Shuyang never let him touch her at all.

He watched Lin Shuyang calmly walk into the invisible airflow.

When Lin Shuyang walked in, he was not affected by any resistance at all. Even his hair did not waver, and he walked in so naturally.

What Lin Shuyang said just now echoed in Rong Xianyi's mind,

——"Ayi, if I die here today, will you leave a place for me in your heart?"

Something seemed to collapse in his heart, and unreasonable panic instantly spread to his limbs.

He immediately ran toward the center of the airflow.

"Lin Shuyang! Come back!"

But the only answer he received was a burst of bright yellow light.

Accompanied by a violent explosion, everything soon became quiet.

The crackling sound seemed to be trapped in the invisible air flow, and when it spread outside, it was just a slightly more violent wind.

The light gradually faded, and the strong wind slowly calmed down.

Rong Xianyi looked at the figure lying on the ground not far away, his eyes red.

......

"He can't even breathe. How can I cure him?" The old doctor carrying the medicine box shook his head and walked out. "It can't be cured. It can't be cured."

Peng Deping looked at the silent statue-like figure beside the bed and sighed deeply: "My dear nephew, I have already sent you a dozen doctors. If this person dies, he is dead. Why do you have to do this?" Are you stubborn?"

"His body temperature is still warm, he is not dead." Rong Xianyi lowered his eyes and stared at Lin Shuyang on the bed, word by word.

"You have said this a dozen times. Alas, there is no way to go on like this. Tomorrow is the division meeting. Don't you even care about this?"

Hearing this, Rong Xianyi finally reacted, "The division meeting...can't be ignored."

Peng Deping finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right. If you rush back now, you can reach Shanghai in the evening. Don't worry, I will definitely find a place with excellent Feng Shui for him and bury him properly."

"No need, I will take him back to Shanghai with me." Rong Xianyi suddenly stood up and looked straight at Peng Deping, serious and stubborn: "Also, he is not dead!"

"Okay, okay, okay, if you say he's not dead, then he's not dead." Peng Deping frowned, feeling a little unhappy.

Rong Xianyi was just the one who died on his bedside, but several of them died in succession. When it comes to being sad, he was the saddest one.

Why does it seem that Rong Xianyi has a harder time accepting this fact than him?

Rong Xianyi picked up Lin Shuyang and when passing by Peng Deping, he deliberately reminded: "Commander Peng, the devil has been eliminated, don't forget the deal between us."

"Of course, I have already arranged this, don't worry, nephew!"

At the gate of the Commander's Mansion, Chen Ziqian was sitting in a wheelchair, his eyes covered with a white gauze.

Lianyi stood behind him, her ears moved slightly, "He's out."

Kong Xuan immediately looked towards the door, "Where is it? Why didn't I see it?"

The next second, Rong Xianyi's figure appeared at the gate, followed by Adjutant He. Adjutant He trotted, respectfully put the two boxes on the back seat of Rong Xianyi's car, and thoughtfully laid a bed on top. A thick layer of mat.

Then he stood by the car door, waiting for Rong Xianyi to put the person in.

Chen Ziqian's eyes, which were covered by white gauze, could vaguely see the shadow of Rong Xianyi hugging someone, "Young Master Rong, do you really plan to take Shu Yang back just like this? He has already..."

"I said, he is still alive." Rong Xianyi stopped and glanced at Chen Ziqian coldly, "If you let me hear that word again, don't blame me for being rude to you."

Kong Xuan scratched his head and hesitated to speak. He thought for a while and finally said: "Young Master Rong, I think that thing on Mr. Lin's neck is also a spiritual object, but I don't know what it is. If you can If so, can you take it off and show it to me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kong Xuan couldn't help but shudder.

Lianyi stretched out her hand and grabbed Kong Xuan's ear, "I said you, a little Taoist priest, it's not enough to take the 'reincarnation'. The thing on brother Shu Yang's neck originally belonged to Young Master Rong. You don't understand anything, so you'd better close your eyes quickly." Mouth!"

The fact that Rong Xianyi was born with a jade in his head can be known with just a little inquiry.

Lianyi had never seen Mo Yuhuan on Rong Xianyi, and only thought that the one around Lin Shuyang's neck was given by Rong Xianyi.

After all, Lin Shuyang didn't have this thing on him when he was in Chen Mansion before.

Kong Xuan rubbed his red ears and asked doubtfully, "How do you know that it is Mr. Rong's thing?"

"Stupid!" Lianyi knocked Kong Xuan's head, and then whispered, "Do you understand the love token?"

Kong Xuan immediately widened his eyes.

A token of love?

As soon as he opened his mouth, Ripple threatened again: "From now on, you are not allowed to speak anymore, or I will twist off your ears!"

Kong Xuan had no choice but to shut his mouth in aggrieved manner.

Rong Xianyi stood there in silence for a while and asked Chen Ziqian: "If your eyes become like this, don't be embarrassed in the division meeting."

Chen Ziqian looked at the blurry shadow in front of him and clenched his fingers: "I will definitely do what I promised Shu Yang. Don't worry, I will be able to recover tomorrow. I will decide on the division meeting."

"It's up to you." After saying these two words, Rong Xianyi walked towards the car and gently placed Lin Shuyang on the thick mat.

At this time, Uncle Dao also came over. He had just been to Zhou Xuemei's cemetery, and his black cloth shoes were still stained with a little mud.

He glanced at Lin Shuyang in the back seat of the car, with obvious regret in his eyes, "Young Master Rong, I can take his place in the shooting round."

In the past, Rong Xianyi might have been very happy to hear this, but now, he just shook his head slightly and said firmly: "The candidates for the gun department will not change."