Talented Genius

Ye Tianlong slept until dawn, with heavy wind and rain, and the biggest bed.

He originally wanted to sleep longer, but there was a vibration in his ears, and Ye Tianlong glanced at it, and a text message flooded in.

He opened his glance, and his spirit instantly lifted: Qiu Feihua is dead!

When the rain was the heaviest last night, a masked man holding a long spear jumped down from the Yueyang Tower and rushed into Qiu Feihua's team.

With one shot, he tore through the defensive line of the 13th League, another shot torn the throats of seven women with strong costumes, and another shot to pierce Qiu Feihua's heart.

Qiu Feihua, protected by more than a dozen people, had only time to take a step back, and then died in the hands of the attacker like a paper man.

Many of those protecting confidants have not even found their weapons.

When the attacker swung his gun and turned away, Qiu Feihua's body slowly fell to the ground. The blood on the ground and the rain couldn't wash away...

Ye Tianlong sat up from the bed and looked at the briefing for a long time in silence. He didn't expect that Ling Xiao would really kill the enemy Feihua alone.

And it was the simplest and most rude way to kill all Qiu Feihua and the group downstairs in Yueyang.

The sharp tip of the gun cruelly and ruthlessly shattered the vitality between the world and the earth, and also made Qiu Feihua's life frozen in the cold night.

Ye Tianlong felt the power of Ling Xiao, and also smelled his potential danger. The six outstanding Qin clan who had obtained his own world were sharp and sharp!

However, Ye Tianlong also thought about it for a while, and then returned the information to Bailihua, so that Feng Zu and Dai could properly handle the death of Qiu Feihua.

After Ye Tianlong got up to wash, the news of Bailihua came again, giving Qiu Feihua news of his death:

Last night it rained heavily and flash floods broke out. Qiu Feihua and his party suffered a severe landslide. The life or death is unknown. Relevant departments are working hard to rescue...

Ye Tianlong praised Bailihua's keenness and kindly used every opportunity, and then he put away the phone and asked Han Jing to go to dinner.

"Tenlong, hurry, follow me in the car!"

Arriving at Han Jing's door, before Ye Tianlong had time to knock on the door, Uncle Sanjia ran over the corridor with an anxious expression: "Go, go!"

After one night's rest and rehabilitation, coupled with Ye Tianlong's treatment, Tai Shu San Jia has lost the pain, and the whole person has been refreshed by two points.

He rushed over and grabbed Ye Tianlong: "Follow me!"

Ye Tianlong followed him a few steps forward, before asking a question, Han Jing rushed out of the room with a surprised expression: "Top three, what's wrong?"

"The old man is sick again, this time heavier than last time."

The uncle's top three responded with gunshots: "Moreover, Miao Boguang only saw it a few days ago. He fell ill again today. He used to fall ill at least a month later."

"I'm worried he will look down on the old man."

He didn't say one more thing, that is, he was worried that Taishu Xingguo would not work.

"What? I'm sick again?"

Han Jing was also anxious when she heard that, she grabbed Ye Tianlong's other arm and ran: "Quickly, go and save Tai Uncle."

Ye Tianlong was completely dragged by the two of them, and he repeatedly said: "Hey, hello, I haven't eaten breakfast yet..."

Han Jing raised her eyebrows: "It's important to save people, or to eat breakfast? You're still a top three friend."

Ye Tianlong looked depressed: I'm hungry...

Soon, Ye Tianlong was stuffed into an extended Mercedes-Benz car, and then, Taishu Sanjia personally drove the car to Taishu Mansion.

Half an hour later, Mrs. Sanjia drove Ye Tianlong and Han Jing to the outskirts of Tiandu, where dozens of villas stood on the hillside.

The green hills are continuous, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, and there is a huge natural lake nearby, with mountains and water, it is definitely a place for healing scenery.

The Mercedes-Benz finally stopped in front of Villa No. 8, and a huge rock stood at the door. It was carved by a dedicated person, and it was written with the word Taishufu.

Ye Tianlong sighed, "Sure enough, he is a famous family, and he is full of style."

"Tianlong, Beibei, here."

Mrs. Sanjia wanted to drive the car into the villa, but when he opened the door, there were a lot of cars parked inside. Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Maserati have it all.

There is no doubt that many uncles and nephews came here today.

Seeing that the car was difficult to drive in, Taishu Sanjia directly opened the door and took out the umbrella to greet the two Ye Tianlong: "Go here."

Ye Tianlong and Han Jing followed his uncle's top three, and walked more than ten meters, Ye Tianlong felt the atmosphere here is very tense.

In the manor, there are many guys in black suits and sunglasses, and they glance sharply at everyone who comes in.

These bodyguards are still bulging around their waists, and they are obviously carrying real guys. They are awe-inspiring and exuding an aura that no one should enter, which is trembling.

They saw that Ye Tianlong was fierce by three points. When they saw that he was led by his uncle's top three, the bodyguard did not rush to ask.

During the period, there were a lot of wandering inferior nephews and servants. When they saw the appearance of the top three uncles, they all said hello, and at the same time took a look at the beauty of Han Jing.

"Master, you have to hold on, you have to hold on."

The first three of his uncles are also smart. Seeing so many nephews and nephews, his heart sinks even more. If it is not a critical juncture, he will not be so crowded.

He hurriedly nodded to everyone, and then brought Ye Tianlong and Han Jing to a small courtyard. There were also many people in the courtyard, whispering.

Walking through the yard corridor that talked endlessly, Ye Tianlong followed his uncle Sanjia to a 50-square-meter bedroom.

The doors and windows are wide, the dome is tall, sandalwood is flowing, and the fragrance of books exudes around it.

There were a dozen men and women in Chinese clothes, and there was a big bed in the middle. On the bed was a white-haired old man who looked like eighty years old.

The eye sockets are deep, the cheeks are thin, the lips are white, the arm and neck muscles are a little atrophy, and it looks like a body about to dry.

He closed his eyes at this time, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if enduring great pain. Someone shouted, but he could not open his eyes.

But everyone can feel that the white-haired old man has unspeakable pain.

Next to the white-haired old man, besides a dozen men and women in Chinese clothes, there was also an old man in a white coat with thin gloves on both hands.

There were three apprentices standing beside him, each with a box of different colors.

It is Miao Boguang!

The uncle Sanjia's face sank, and he was about to say something, but Ye Tianlong stretched out his hand and motioned him not to worry, and look at Miao Boguang's technique.

"Mr. Taishu is seriously ill, no, it is critically ill!"

Miao Boguang swept across a pile of medical instruments next to him, then removed his fingers from Taishu Xingguo’s wrist and raised his head to speak to Taishu Sanjia and the others:

"Use heavy medicine for serious illness!"

"If you want to bring Mr. Tai back from the ghost gate, so that he can wake up again without suffering, you must use a dose of the heavy medicine that I have spent many years of painstaking."

Miao Boguang's voice is not swift and slow: "But this potion is very expensive, and it will cost me all my acupuncture and moxibustion. It costs 30 million."

Hearing 30 million, the audience fell silent for a moment. Although the uncle's family is not short of money, the amount of money spent in the past month is really amazing.

But it was quiet for a while, and then, a middle-aged man with a national character face decisively said: "Save, no matter how much money it is, it will be saved."

"Mr. Miao, as long as the old man can survive, 30 million is completely fine."

Miao Boguang let out a hearty laugh: "The young man is indeed a filial son, but I still have to make it clear..."

"With this acupuncture and moxibustion, I can only guarantee that Mr. Tai will be fine for three days, just like ordinary people, but I can't determine what happens in the future."

"Because I am just a doctor, not a god, and cannot control a person's destiny, let alone the ancient Mr. Taishu."

He seems to be very professional and acclaimed by many people, but Ye Tianlong heard that he was just shirking responsibility in advance.

At this time, Han Jing frowned and looked at Miao Boguang, remembering the genius doctor of the first-class conflict...

"Mr. Miao, just let go of the treatment. We all know the situation of the old man. If there is anything, we won't blame you."

"Yes, you have done enough. If it were not for you, the old man would have to bear more pain."

"Mr. Miao, your medical ethics is the first in the world, and we can trust you."

The immediate family members of the uncle's family said: "Genius doctor, you are already the benefactor of the uncle's family."

With the promise and support of everyone, Miao Boguang's face became brighter and brighter, and with a touch of pride, he shouted: "Get the injection, dispense the medicine."

The three apprentices quickly opened the box, swiftly took out a pile of pills and mixed them together, and then disinfected a set of silver needles again.

everything's ready.

Miao Boguang turned Tai Shu Xingguo over to lie down, then lifted up his clothes behind his back, exposing the shriveled muscles, and took up the silver needle and started to move.

"Swish swish!"

Miao Boguang didn't care about being watched, and even the more people watched him perform, the more excited he was. He gave three shots in one breath and won everyone's applause.

Han Jing also calmed down when he saw him, feeling that this guy was a little wise, only Ye Tianlong frowned.

He stared at the three needles forming the shape of a product, and then waited for the needle to drop behind Miao Boguang.

"Whizzing!"

Miao Boguang pierced two more needles, Ye Tianlong's brows were deeper, and he recognized what the needles were.

Sixth stitch.

Miao Boguang stabbed another needle, which landed on the back of Tai Shu Xingguo's heart, Ye Tianlong moved forward completely, his eyes sharp.

"Wow!"

Miao Boguang picked up the seventh stitch and dropped it on the back of Tai Shu Xingguo's head——

This is killing!

Ye Tianlong couldn't help it, and uttered, "Stop!"