Special medics in the city

Chapter 309 No complaints and no regrets

"The villain dare not, just"

Han Jian didn't expect that the Eldest Young Master Murong Wugui asked him to carry the Second Young Master Murong Wuhui to his bedroom and asked a doctor to save him, so he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

He knew that the Eldest Young Master and the Second Young Master had always been at odds, at least in face and heart. He did this to make it clear that he wanted the Second Young Master Murong Wugui to die. You must know that Murong Wugui's disease is not easy for ordinary doctors to treat. It can't be cured, and the only thing that can be saved is the patriarch Murong Wudi.

"Then hurry up and bring it in, I'll call for a doctor right away, don't delay, or you will delay the illness, I will ask you!" The boss Murong Wuyuan said coldly, his eyes were extremely intimidating, bossy, and no one would refuse.

"Yes, Eldest Young Master." Although Han Jian was somewhat reluctant in his heart, he did not dare to violate the meaning of Murong Wuyuan. After all, this is the Eldest Young Master of the Murong Family, and it is not that he, the little family guard leader, can offend him. started.

So Han Jian replied in a deep voice, stood up, and was about to direct his subordinates to carry Murong Wuhui into the room with a wave of his hand a few times. The old man in a gray shirt, with long hair and shawls, is tall, not angry and majestic, with a Chinese character face, full of majesty!
"Father!"

Murong Wuyuan was startled, and hastily shouted in a soft voice, while Han Jian and the others hurriedly knelt down to greet the visitor, this was none other than the head of the Murong family, Murong Wudi.

This person's face was cold and handsome, his eyebrows were tightly frowned. Seeing his son Murong Wuhui on the stretcher, his expression changed drastically. Very dignified.

And Murong Wuyuan and Han Jian next to him didn't even dare to vent their anger.

Murong Wudi is right in front of them, but it feels so far away to them, like a distant mountain, giving people a slight pressure, and with his huge body, he actually has a feeling of being ethereal, like Like a banished fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, he naturally blends into the surrounding environment.

"It's such an evil method, who has such ability? Could it be someone from that place?"

Murong Wudi stood up, his face was gloomy and cold, the light in his eyes was brilliant, but extremely profound, as if he could penetrate everything in the world, and his proudest son had already been promoted to Xiantian Dzogchen, and his strength was extraordinary, except for himself In addition, there is no one in Huanhai who is his opponent. This time I sent him to Ice Valley, but he didn't expect to end up like this, which made him shocked and angry.

Ordinary innate Dzogchen can't deal with Murong Wuhui at all, unless it's that kind of monstrous existence, or a master of the heavenly realm that has such strength.

Binggu lives in Huaxia, with a vast land and few people, and low strength. In fact, Murong Wudi has investigated it a long time ago. In order to pass on the position of the family to Murong Wuhui, I deliberately sent him to Binggu to subdue Binggu. It was a great achievement made by Murong Wuhui, in this way, he could easily silence his elder son Murong Wuyuan, unexpectedly such a thing would happen.

"Father, did the second brother have been tampered with?"

Murong Wuyu's eyes flickered for a moment, and he asked pretending not to understand, he didn't expect his father to leave the test suddenly at this time, originally he wanted to take this opportunity to make this second younger brother Murong Wuhui never wake up, so father Will definitely pass on the position to myself.

After all, apart from Murong Wuhui, he is the strongest, and there is also a younger brother, who is only in his teens, who is not in his consideration at all.

Murong Wudi turned around and looked at Murong Wuyuan with cold eyes. He knew his eldest son too well, and his talent was not bad, but he had a wicked mind and liked to play tricks. Making small tricks is not the person who can achieve big things at all, and only the second son Murong Wuhui can take on the big responsibility of the family, so he has long decided to pass the position to his second son Murong Wuhui.

A super-big family, just like the previous imperial power system, the princes below compete for the throne, jealousy, and secretly fighting each other to the death.

It's no wonder that Murong Wuyuan has complaints in his heart. According to the usual practice, it is generally passed on from the elder to the younger, but there are exceptions. It is not uncommon for the eldest son to do nothing. The family considers that the capable will go up and the weak will go down, so it was proposed that Murong Wuhui inherit the position of Patriarch, but this also aroused strong resentment and dissatisfaction in Murong Wuchen's heart.

Murong Wuyuan was guilty of being looked at by his father Murong Wudi, and lowered his head, as if he had seen through his little thoughts, Murong Wudi sighed in his heart, although Liyou was unfair to Murong Wudi, but there was nothing he could do, he couldn't help it. It is possible to hand over Ruoda's family to a useless son who does nothing.

Holding Murong Wuhui in his arms, he said in a cold voice: "From now on, the Murong family will be fully prepared for war. From the top down to the family and all its properties, they will be strictly guarded, and anyone who encounters suspicious personality will be killed!"

"Yes, father (patriarch)" Murong Wuren and Han Jian replied in a deep voice at the same time, and then, in a flash, Murong Wudi disappeared in front of everyone with Murong Wuhui. This speed is beyond the imagination of ordinary people. That is the ability only masters of the heavenly realm possess, and it is unimaginable that they can overcome the limitations of space and distance.

In the thick secret room, Murong Wudi's expression was extremely solemn, he put Murong Wuhui on the ground, connected the eighteen acupoints all over his body, and frantically injected true power into Murong Wuhui's body.

"Who is it? Who dared to kill my son? You and I are at odds with each other, you bastard, presumptuous!" Murong Wudi, who had a serious face, was full of murderous intentions and roared like a wounded old wolf. Murong Wugui was seriously injured. , which made his heart very sad.

"That's right, the last time Wuhui came back from Padang, that little treasure died. It is said that he was killed by a woman named Nangong Zihan. According to Wuhui, this person is very likely to be a master of the heaven realm? Is it her?"

While Murong Wudi was inputting his true strength, his mind was turned, "Nangong Zihan is from Dragon and Phoenix Academy, and the strength behind her is extremely powerful, but why was this girl not summoned by that place after she advanced to the Heaven Realm? Could it be that she is the same as me?" , there is a secret method to cover up one's aura, so as to avoid the call from that place?"

After nearly an hour, Murong Wuhui's face was already sweating, and his strength was a little weak, but fortunately, Murong Wuhui's condition improved, and his body, which was originally extremely stiff, warmed up. With signs of weakness, his face turned rosy, and finally he woke up faintly.

"Father!" Murong Wuhui opened his eyes, saw the person in front of him, and couldn't help crying out, then felt the condition of his body, he was shocked, he felt that his whole body was weak and weak, he couldn't use any strength, just like a serious illness Like the field, there is no real power in the body, and it is not even as good as an ordinary person.

"Regret, tell father, who caused you to be like this," Murong Wudi asked when he saw his son wake up, his eyes were full of murderous intent, cold and gloomy, as if possessing a world-shattering madness.

(End of this chapter)