"Since you all agree, you have to do it. I, Ye Wutian, hate those who go back on my word the most, and you have to know that my ability to kill people is better than that of curing people." Ye Wutian warned coldly to the three of them.

The three of them trembled when they heard this. If this large dose of the vaccine was taken, they would probably keep their mouths tight.

"Okay, who will treat you first now?" Ye Wutian asked.

"Expert Liao, you should treat it first." Hu Guangwei gave in.

"Okay, then let's have a doctor first." Liao Changming did not refuse.

"Lear down on the hospital bed." Ye Wutian ordered.

Liao Changming lay down on the hospital bed as Ye Wutian ordered.

Ye Wutian walked to the bed, grabbed Liao Changming's wrist, took his pulse, and found out his condition. After letting go of his hand, he said, "Your current situation is relatively stable. I will apply an injection to completely destroy the cancerous cells in your body for you."

Liao Changming nodded, then took the initiative to untie the belt and pulled his pants down.

Ye Wutian took out the silver needle, found the right direction and stabbed it directly, and stabbed the lesion without bias. The next treatment was simple.

In just a few minutes, Ye Wutian received the injection and completed the treatment, and said: "It's OK."

Liao Changming put on his pants and climbed out of bed, and said gratefully: "Doctor Ye, thank you so much." Although Ye Wutian's treatment was as simple as playing, Liao Changming did not dare to question at all.

Ye Wutian didn't talk nonsense and said to the other two directly: "You both should raise your hands."

Hu Guangwei and Liu Chengping raised their hands as instructed. Ye Wutian stretched out his hands to take the pulse for both of them at the same time. After a while, he withdrew his hands and said, "You both have to take Chinese medicine to cure your illness."

The other party took the pulse so casually and confirmed the result, which really made the two of them feel unsure.

The two looked at each other, and Hu Guangwei asked worriedly: "Doctor Ye, my diabetes has always been regarded as an incurable disease. Can I really rely on traditional Chinese medicine to treat it?"

"Is it true or false? You will know after taking the medicine for a while. In addition, you suffer from level 1 hypertension at the same time. I will add blood pressure-lowering medicine to the prescription. After taking the medicine, you can lower your blood pressure at the same time." Ye Wutian said.

Originally, Hu Guangwei was somewhat doubting Ye Wutian's diagnosis, but now he heard the other party telling the fact that he had level 1 hypertension, and he immediately believed it.

"Doctor Ye, you are really Hua Tuo's rebirth. I, Hu Guangwei, are willing to give in to you." Hu Guangwei flattered, and took paper and handed it to Ye Wutian.

Ye Wutian wrote two prescriptions in a few seconds, handed them to the two, and said: "Traditional medicine is not like you Western medicine, and the medication and dosage of these two prescriptions are taken into consideration based on your own constitution and condition. It is best not to use them for other patients, otherwise it may be counterproductive."

After receiving the prescription, the two nodded and agreed.

"Okay, then let's do it first." As he said that, Ye Wutian walked towards the door.

"Doctor Ye, can you leave a number?" Liao Changming asked expectantly.

"I'll go back in two days, and it's useless to leave the number for you." Ye Wutian had already walked out of the room as he spoke.

Liao Changming and the other two looked at each other speechlessly.

Su's father quickly completed the discharge procedures and moved his wife to a wheelchair. After Ye Wutian came back, the four of them left the hospital together.

I took a plane back to Xishuangbanna overnight. It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening when I got home.

While on the way, Su's father called the servants at home, so he had a hot late-night snack as soon as he got home.

After having a midnight snack, Ye Wutian returned to the room, escaped his soul body into the sea of ​​qi, and began to arrange the Nirvana field to prepare for practice.

Lei Hun soon appeared, "Boy, if you can practice harder, I must have entered the ninth level of Qi Refining now. With your current progress, it may have to be a long time to enter the ninth level of Qi Refining." The Ninth level of Qi Refining in his mouth is the late stage of the Earth Realm.

The late stage of the Earth Realm is called the fusion stage. At that time, the qi core in the dantian will melt, and all the true qi will be dispersed to the cells of the whole body, preparing for the condensation of the Yuan Dan in the next realm.

"What is the use of improving the cultivation level of light? Practice emphasizes step by step. The mental and physical skills should be carried out in parallel." Ye Wutian said calmly, and then asked: "Little kid, do you have any simpler things on hand that are easy to practice and powerful skills?" As his cultivation level increases, Overlord Fist has gradually become useless, so he naturally has to find a more suitable set of auxiliary physical skills.

"Why don't you ask if I have any simpler skills and can reach the sky in one step without practicing?" Lei Hun asked angrily.

Ye Wutian wiped his sweat and said, "I'll just ask casually! Why are you doing so nervous?"

"I just said it casually." Lei Hun argued.

"Okay! I'm too lazy to bird you." Ye Wutian had already arranged the Nirvana domain, and then he directly crossed his arms to run the Nirvana Sutra.

The practice of one night was over soon.

The next day, after breakfast, Ye Wutian gave Su Mu the next step of treatment.

It was already noon after the treatment.

After lunch, Ye Wutian left the Su family on the grounds of something wrong and set out towards Nan'an Town.

The scenes of those familiar streets in Nan'an Town being escaped with Lin Shiyue are vivid in my mind.

Following the familiar route, Ye Wutian quickly found the forest, and traveled through several times to arrive at the ruins in the forest.

The bodies of the Wan family members who were killed here were gone, and they must have been taken back by the Wan family.

When I stepped on the ruins again, everything was so familiar. Although all my memories had been lost, Ye Wutian was very sure that this was his home and the place where he was born and raised.

Stepping on the pieces of rubble, a trace of sadness emerged inexplicably deep in my heart; touching the ruins, a series of joyful scenes appeared in my mind.

Two children ran in the alley.

"Brother, come and chase me." The little girl ran in front and shouted.

"Shuyao, run slowly and be careful to fall." The little boy reminded behind.

...

"Brother, look at how well I draw it. This is dad, this is mom, this is you, this is me." The little girl pointed to the four little people on the wall and drew them with tiles.

"Well, Shu Yao painted so well." The little boy praised.

...

Unconsciously, I walked to a small yard.

The fence of the yard has long been rotten and is crushed to the ground by layers of vines. The yard is covered with weeds and several ruins stand.

His feet stepped in without realizing it.

"Mom, mom, look at me, I caught a hare." The little boy rushed into the yard excitedly with a rabbit in his hand and ran to the woman holding the little girl.

"Shuhao is really amazing." The woman touched the little boy's head lovingly and praised.

"Mom, I want to give this rabbit to Shuyao." The little boy said sensible.

"Shuyao is still young. When she grows up, you will give it to her." The woman said.

"Yeah!" the little boy nodded vigorously.

"Shuhao, if your mother is gone, you have to take good care of Shuyao, do you know?" The woman looked sad.

"Mom, where are you going?" the little boy asked in a daze.

"Mom is going to a very far place. When you grow up, you will know where Mom is going." The woman stroked the little boy's head and said.

"Oh! Mom, I will definitely take good care of Shuyao." The little boy agreed seriously.

...

The picture suddenly changed and appeared in a house where there were many people standing. The little boy knelt in front of the bed and cried bitterly, while the woman was lying on the bed. Her face was pale and seemed to be dying.

"Mom, don't leave me, please don't leave me, woo..." The little boy kept crying and shook the woman's hand.

"Shuhao, don't cry, your mother will always be by your side, watch you grow up slowly, watch you get married to Chanyue, and see you live happily with your children." The woman struggled to comfort the little boy, tears fell from the corners of her eyes.

...

"Shuhao, this set of Yang Family Fist was created by our ancestors of the Yang Family who worked hard and exhausted their entire lives. Later, after being inherited and improved by generations, it has now been quite perfect. As descendants of the Yang Family, our responsibility is to carry forward this set of fist." The man in the yard carefully educated the little boy.

"Dad, don't worry, I will work hard to practice."

"Brother, you must win first place in the martial arts conference."

"Well! Brother promised you that you will definitely bring glory to our Yang family at the martial arts conference."

"Then let's pull the hook."

"Um!"

The two stretched out their little fingers.

"The hook is hung on the hook and will not change for a hundred years."

...

"Brother, brother play with me."

"Shu Yao, my brother is going to practice martial arts today, and I will play with you tomorrow."

"No, I don't."

"If Shuyao is disobedient, her mother will not come back."

"Brother, when will mom come back? I miss mom so much."

"When you grow up, your mom will be back."

...

"Shuyao, this is your birthday gift from your brother." The little boy stuffed a purple butterfly hairpin into a little girl's hand.

"Thank you brother." The little girl smiled childishly, took the hairpin and buckled her head, and asked the boy, "Does it look good?"

"Yeah! It looks good." The little boy nodded and smiled foolishly.
To be continued...