Chapter 1635

Next street, or 11th Street.

After the fight on the 11th Street, duanmuya hurried away after seeing the shadow of night get off the stage. Duanmuya wanted to talk to her about Xiao Wuzheng, but it was too late.

Duanmu yawang fought and someone found her.

Duanmu looked at it. It was song Yiyao, ye Yushu, Yin Qineng and Lin Geun.

This time, several people appeared, still with servants.

Among them, Song Yi's face is very ugly.

Even ye Yushu, Yin Qineng and Lin Hibiscus were dignified.

Duanmuya looked at them and frowned, "what are you looking for me?"

"To be correct, it's wing food. Please." Ye Yushu, who had been smiling before, said calmly, "we're all waiting for you to help."

Duanmu Ya looked at her lips and said, "ladies and gentlemen, I have to go to the next street fight. I really don't have time..."

"We know."

Song Yicai calmly interrupted Duanmu yawang's words, "we have a request from you. Naturally, we won't embarrass you. You came all the way here to participate in the fight. There must be your purpose. You attach great importance to this fight, don't you?"

"That's right." Song Yi's words reassured Duanmu yawang.

"We all have things and people we value. I understand you very much and will not embarrass you." Song Yicai said, staring at her and said, "so I brought the patient."

Brought the patient?

Duanmu yawang was stunned. "Doesn't it mean that the patient is very ill? Or are you actually people on 11th Street?"

Under normal circumstances, the patient should not move.

So these may be people on 11th Street.

"We are not from here."

Song Yiyao shook his head and said, "but my brother really needs your treatment. If the mountain doesn't come, we can only come to the mountain, so please help me see the patient, Miss Duanmu."

Duanmu Ya looked at her frown: "I don't have much time now. It takes time to see patients, so..."

Song Yiyao said, "the patient is in a room on the street not far from the Tenth Street. Just take a moment to understand the condition."

After that, song Yicai said, "Miss Duanmu, song sincerely asks you to help me. If you need it in the future, song will certainly try his best to help!"

"All right."

Duanmu yawang nodded, "you lead the way."

Under normal circumstances, Duanmu yawang won't help, but song Yicai is really good. She looks at cold eyes, but her attitude is very good. She is willing to help as long as it doesn't affect the fight.

The little white deer was worried. He pulled Duanmu yawang's sleeves and whispered to her: "sister, what if these people have other purposes? What if you follow them and can't come back?"

Yin Huiyin said, "I think these people are not evil people. There should be no problem. Saving people's lives is better than building a seven level floating slaughter. Besides, I'm here. Don't worry so much first."

Duanmu yawang: "I think so, too."

So they went to what song Yicai said, never mind l to save time, they still took a carriage.

Moreover, the carriage was not an ordinary horse. Its feet were fast, and it could run in the air. It didn't take half an hour before and after, and the carriage stopped.

The carriage stopped in front of a family.

The so-called leave alone. Duanmu yawang had been with third master Ning before, but leave alone in front of her. Compared with the leave alone she had been before, she seemed much more domineering.

One can be built like this. Duanmu yawang feels that the identity of Song Yi cuisine is not simple.

After getting off the carriage and going up the steps, the gatekeeper respectfully called song Yicai.

Song Yiyao nodded, "open the door."

"Yes."

The gatekeeper answered and opened the door quickly. Everyone went in.

There are small bridges and flowing water, birds singing and flowers smelling. The environment is beautiful and very beautiful. We walked all the way. We didn't talk much. We walked around the corridor for a while. A middle-aged man in his forties with a little sheep beard met them.

When the middle-aged man saw Song Yi's food, he quickly shouted "yes", and said anxiously: "You've come back. I don't know if it's because of the fatigue of the boat. The young master has been coughing since he was sent to the room. All the coughing blood is black and smelly. There's enough blood in a bowl. After coughing, the young master fainted on the spot. Now there's only a trace of gas left!"

As he spoke, the man also wiped a tear.

"Bailiff, has Xiyao become so serious?" the others were worried.

Bailiff?

Duanmu Ya looks frowning. What's the ghost name?

This man looks more like a housekeeper.

These people call a housekeeper... Bailiff?

Somehow, Duanmu yawang felt that this name always had a magical taste.

"Yes."

The bailiff looked at the doctor and said that the young master was dying

Song Yi delicacies pursed his lips and said coldly, "quack!"

"Er!"

The bailiff remembered that his master didn't like to hear any bad news from the young master. He didn't dare to say it again. Yu Guang also happened to catch a glimpse of Duanmu yawang. When he saw her hair and eyes, he was stunned and asked, "who is this miss?"

"The miracle doctor I invited."

"Miracle doctor?" the priest was stunned, pointed to Duanmu yawang and said in disbelief: "do you mean this young lady? But how can it be so young..."

"You're so rude." Song Yi Mei frowned and said unhappily, "why did we treat guests like this?"

"Sorry!"

The bailiff immediately stood up and bowed his waist and apologized to Duanmu yawang: "my subordinates are rude. I hope the miracle doctor won't be surprised."

Duanmu yawang shook his head and said, "it's OK." however, it doesn't mean that the whole exile street has heard of her. The priest must be very concerned about the miracle doctors in the whole street because he cares about his master so much.

Why haven't you heard of her and been so surprised at her appearance?

Song Yicai urged, "don't talk too much. Take us to Xiyao quickly."

"Yes!"

The bailiff answered and looked at them with duanmuya and hurried forward.

Before entering the room, Duanmu yawang smelled a foul smell of blood as soon as he got to the door of the room.

Song Yiyao was used to it and didn't pay attention. They walked into the room with dignified faces. They took Duanmu yawang to a bed. Duanmu yawang saw the patient.

The patient is not very old. Looking at the age of thirteen or fourteen, the whole person has morbid white skin and is very thin. Despite this, he can still see that his facial features are excellent and he is a beautiful teenager.

Song Yicai looked at Duanmu Ya and said, "my little brother, please bother Miss Duanmu."

"You're welcome."

Duanmuya looked at him and reached out to lift the quilt, took the teenager's wrist and asked, "when did the patient start to have a disease? How about the disease?"

"About a year ago."

The one who spoke was the executor. He said: "I grew up as a child, and my subordinates have been taking care of their daily life. They used to be very clever and obedient, but somehow, since a year ago, they have become anxious and always love temper.

Moreover, the little master always listens to and respects the Lord. He listens to everything he says and cultivates hard. He wants to be with him one day.

However, since his temper became irritable, he didn't like to practice. He was in a daze and lost his temper all day. His eyes became very strange and low, and no one was willing to approach, especially strangers. He always felt that the other party was full of malice, and everything he ate should be checked. Even the food he brought back to eat would be the same, that is to say, he almost felt that the LORD had hurt him, anyway He became indifferent and didn't listen to anyone. He didn't believe what he said. "

"What else?" Duanmu Ya looked at her squinting eyes. "Is there a situation of talking to herself and talking in the air?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the executor nodded repeatedly. "Anyway, it's strange, and there are always some inexplicable conclusions and events, and I don't know where he came from."

"He said a lot of things. He firmly believes that they are right, but in fact, they are not. Many things are actually illogical and can't stand scrutiny, right?"

"Yes, yes!" the bailiff was stunned: "Miss Duanmu, how do you know this?"

Duanmu yawang didn't answer and continued to ask, "is the little master sometimes very normal and calm, no different from before?"