Chapter 245

"Diseases that make people ugly?" Liu Lang doubted.

"This is a genetic disease in our Mo family. Once a man or a woman is over 25 years old, there will be a 50% chance of getting sick. After the onset, the appearance will become extremely ugly. The human skin mask in my hand was developed by several generations of the Mo family. The purpose is to make the sick people look more normal. In another year or two, I may be like my sister, becoming neither human nor ghost, nor even despised by the closest people. " Mo Ziyan's eyes are full of sorrow.

"Can't you live to be 40 years old after you get sick?" After listening to Mo Ziyan describing the strange disease, Liu Lang asked in a deep voice.

Mo Ziyan suddenly a face surprised, "how do you know?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the disease in your family is called sepsis." Liu Lang hesitated and said.

"Sepsis?" Hear this unusual strange name, Mo Ziyan tiny a Leng.

"It's a blood borne disease, very rare. But I once saw the relevant records in an ancient medical book Liu Lang of course will not tell Mo Ziyan that the so-called ancient medical book is the long lost book of Qingbao.

"Does the medical book write how to treat it?" Mo Ziyan was excited and looked forward to Liu Lang.

This kind of strange disease has troubled the Mo family for hundreds of years, and almost all famous doctors at home and abroad have been invited. However, no doctor can cure the disease, and no one can even name it.

Liu Lang just words, is undoubtedly to the dark Mojia a ray of dawn.

"Treatment methods are also described in medical books, but it is very difficult to implement them. Of course, it is not hopeless." Liu Lang thought about the words and said.

The reason for this is that there are several medicinal materials in the prescriptions given in qingnanshu, which are extremely rare, and Liu Lang is not sure whether he can find them.

"Tell me how to cure it. I won't give up as long as there is a glimmer of hope." Mo Ziyan's two eyes shine, which is related to countless relatives and even her own life, how could she not care.

"You'd better take me to see your family members who have already suffered from the disease. It's not enough to make a diagnosis only by language description. In case I'm wrong, it's not a happy one." Although the symptoms of sepsis are very special and even unique, Liu Lang can't guarantee that the Mo family suffered from sepsis without seeing the patient with his own eyes. If he had worked hard to get the prescription together and found that it was not the case, the Oolong would have made a big fuss.

"You're right. There will be a flight to Wangdu at 11 o'clock this evening. I'll book the ticket now." Mo Ziyan searched in the tablet for a while, can't wait to say.

"Don't be in such a hurry?" Liu Lang couldn't help doubting. Now it's more than eight o'clock in the evening. It's less than three hours before the plane takes off. If you really want to take a plane, you have to rush to the airport without stopping. It's too hasty.

"I'm sorry, but I'm so excited that I'd better take the plane tomorrow day?" Mo Ziyan would like to say that it is not your family who is sick. Of course you are not in a hurry. However, when the word comes to your mouth, she immediately swallows it back. Now it is not Liu Lang who owes her any favor, but she asks Liu Lang for help.

"Then take tomorrow's plane." In fact, Liu Lang can understand Mo Ziyan's mood, but he has only read about the blood separation without in-depth research. He rashly went to see someone else to see a doctor. It is inevitable that there will be some mistakes, so we must prepare in advance.

"Then I'll book a ticket for tomorrow morning." Mo Ziyan nodded happily, then bit her lips and said, "Liu Lang, if you can cure the strange disease that has plagued our Mo family for hundreds of years, you are the great benefactor of our Mo family. In the future, I will promise you unconditionally what you want me to do."

"Er..."

Liu Lang a burst of consternation, Mo Ziyan this is in hint what? However, seeing Mo Ziyan's pure eyes, he immediately realized that he was thinking more.

The next morning, the two met again at Nanshan International Airport and boarded the flight to Wangdu.

Mo Ziyan's hometown is Wangdu.

Wangdu is about 1000 kilometers away from Nanshan. It is the capital of Shanbei province. It is economically developed and has a large population. What is better than Nanshan is not a little bit better. In terms of the total economic volume, it is second only to several municipalities directly under the central government.

All the way, the plane landed safely at Wangdu International Airport at 10 am.

"You are back, second lady." Once out of the terminal, a middle-aged man in black came up and said respectfully to Mo Ziyan.

"Uncle gen, where is the car?" Mo Ziyan nodded and asked.

"Follow me, please!" The middle-aged man in front of the road, soon can not come to a Rolls Royce not far away, first let Mo Ziyan and Liu Lang get on the bus, and then he sat in the driver's seat and started the car.

Obviously, Mo Ziyan's family background is very good, all such judgments, not only because of a luxury car, but also because of the person who drives the luxury car.

Liu Lang vaguely felt the breath of a monk from the middle-aged man who was driving.

If he guessed correctly, the middle-aged man should be a practitioner of quenching state. It's hard to judge whether it is the early stage or the middle stage, but it should not reach the later stage. Because if it was the later stage of quenching, Liu Lang would feel a little pressure.This middle-aged man is the first practitioner Liu Lang has ever met, except for the elder sister and the little wild. Although Wu Shang was powerful, it was because of his innate divine power, not from cultivation.

Such strength but do a driver in Mo's family, the background of Mo family is worth considering.

At the same time, Rolls Royce has been steadily driving on Wangdu outer ring expressway.

"Uncle gen, is my father back?"

"Yesterday, after I received the message from the second miss, I contacted the patriarch as soon as possible. The patriarch has rushed back to Wangdu all night and is waiting for you at home." The middle-aged man, known as Uncle gen, replied as he drove.

"That's good." Mo Ziyan nodded and stopped talking.

An hour later, Rolls Royce drove into an antique manor.

The manor is very big. After entering the gate, it takes another five minutes to stop. Even Liu Lang, who has seen the world, can't help but wonder, let alone Nanshan. Even Jiangbei province does not have such a huge manor.

"Let's go in!" After getting out of the car, Mo Ziyan smiles at Liu Lang and leads her to a three story building.

"Isn't this Ziyan? I haven't seen you for a few years. How can you learn to be like your sister and lead a wild man at home? "

Liu Lang and Mo Ziyan have just come to the small building, and before waiting to go in, there is a discordant voice behind.

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