Chapter 1626 You are sick
Feng Lin opened his mouth. He originally wanted to say a few more words, but after thinking about it for a while, he gave up.
Actually, he wanted to say that maybe Wei Shenghong had never seen a master of Ji Guangling's generation.
At least in Feng Lin's eyes, Ji Guangling was stronger.
Lan He may be able to use real man skills to die together with Ji Guangling.
But Feng Lin felt that it would be almost impossible to defeat Ji Guangling without using Tonggui.
Of course, besides Ji Guangling, there is also his father.
Feng Lin had never seen his father take action. He came to this conclusion only based on the divine counterattack.
Dad is fifty years old and in his prime.
Use your god to dodge fatal attacks, and compete with Lan He in terms of endurance. The one who wins in the end is definitely Dad.
However, these are all Feng Lin's subjective conjectures. After all, he has never seen Lan He and actually made a move.
"Hu Yong, you are indeed a little confused this time, but I don't blame you. After I die, I still count on you and Lao Liu to protect our home."
Weisheng Hong smiled Waving his hand, "You can go back, everything is as usual."
"Thank you, ancestor!"
Hu Yong bowed respectfully and left here.
Feng Lin continued to select the natural materials and treasures here, preparing to treat Wei Shenghong.
In about a few hours.
The rushing current from another side began to roll large splashes of water and continued for a period of time.
Lan He jumped out of it.
Wearing casual and loose clothes, he just appeared and had a thermos cup in his hand.
Inside is wolfberry water.
“Old Man Lan.”
Feng Lin stood up with a smile and walked over.
“I heard that you are doing well during this time?”
Lan He walked over with a smile, “The Demon Queen He Xingzhen was even beaten away by you.”
"What? Is there such a thing? I heard that He Xingzhen is not simple."
Weisheng Hong also stood up from the chair and said in surprise.
“I’ve said it a long time ago, don’t treat this kid with common sense.” Lan He walked over with a smile.
“Don’t brag too much, there were experts to help.”
Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand.
"Really? Then you are so lucky. You took away your precious swordsmanship."
Lan He took a sip of wolfberry water and looked at Weishenghong with a smile, "Brother Weisheng, how many Haven’t seen each other for years?”
“It’s only been six or seven years. During the New Year, send each other a New Year video."
Weishenghong pointed to the stone table in the distance and said with a smile, "How many drinks?"
"No, in the past few years. Keep in good health, people, the older they get, the more afraid of death they become.”
Lan He shook the wolfberry water in his hand.
Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong expressionlessly, "Stop drinking, you are already injured."
"Injured?"
Lan He frowned , "What's going on?"
"Two years ago, Hu Yong found a ruins. At that time, only our Weisheng country knew about it, so he planned to explore it himself."
Wei Shenghong sighed deeply, "Later, several ninth-level people disappeared, so I went in personally to rescue them. I encountered an extremely powerful formation. The formation was obviously aimed at sublimation and only attacked the head and internal organs."
“Fortunately, we rescued a few of them. Since then, I have felt something was wrong. I often cough and bleed. It's because of aging."
As Wei Shenghong spoke, he looked at Feng Lin, "I met this guy today and he said I was injured."
"He said yes, that's for sure. Yes, this guy has very good medical skills."
Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, sitting on the stone bench nearby.
Wei Shenghong also sat aside.
“Don’t be too happy, I haven’t treated the body of a sublimated master yet.”
Feng Lin came over and grabbed Wei Shenghong’s wrist, “Senior, can you make the left "Is the chest sublimated?"
"Of course, let you see it more directly."
Weisheng Hong took off his shirt, revealing his thin chest.
Feng Lin grabbed Wei Shenghong's wrist again, "Let's get started."
Phew!
The left side of Wei Shenghong's chest suddenly turned into blue flames, and it was obvious that a piece of his body was missing.
Then, Qi Jin gradually converges and combines, first the internal organs, then the bones, and finally the outer skin. His body returned to its original state again.
Feng Lin kept grabbing Wei Shenghong's wrist to feel it, and pressed his other hand on the left side of Wei Shenghong's body.
“No, the feeling is coming.”
As soon as Wei Shenghong finished speaking, he coughed violently.
His body shook violently as he coughed, and after several times, he coughed up blood.
Feng Lin took out two silver needles and stabbed him.
Wei Shenghong's eyes suddenly widened, "Good guy! That's okay! I feel like this. I'm going to have to cough for at least half an hour. Can you just prick me twice?"
"This is only temporary."< br>
Feng Lin checked Wei Shenghong's body back and forth, and finally concluded, "I almost know it."
"What?"
The two old men asked at the same time.
"Sublimation heals injuries, not illnesses." Feng Lin stood aside with his trouser pockets inserted.
"Injury? What do you mean?"
Weisheng Hong touched his beard.
"These are two concepts. Injury is an external factor, such as if I chop you, and illness is a problem caused by oneself, such as you catching a cold."
Feng Lin explained at the side.
"I seem to understand."
Lan He looked at Feng Lin, "In other words, he caught a cold, and I stabbed him again. He let his body sublimate and then recover. The stab wound would be repaired, but the cold would not be cured. . ”
“Yes, that’s what it means. In the most popular language, senior is sick.”
Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong and said.
“It’s impossible. I’ve watched a lot of popular science videos. How can we get sick at our level?”
Wei Shenghong asked in confusion.
"How is it impossible? Getting sick is not just caused by pathogenic infection. Overwork and physical load can lead to organ immune failure. These can all lead to illness."
Feng Lin pointed at the microorganism flood , "Senior is old and his organs are old. The self-repair ability is pitifully weak. If you continue like this, your life will really be gone when your organs are completely necrotic.” The humanoid formation eyes that I encountered at the beginning kept attacking my waist and lungs.
Perhaps excessive recovery leads to overload, thus laying the root of the disease.
“Boy, is there any cure?”
Lan He asked from the side.
"If we find the cause, of course there is a cure, but I don't know how many years I can live since I'm old."
Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands.
"Hahaha! As long as the disease is cured, my life for more than ten years will be just like playing."
Weishenghong couldn't help laughing, "It turns out that I am sick. I haven't heard this word for a long time. "
"Brother Weisheng, do you think Feng Lin saved your life this time?"
Lan He asked with a smile.
“Lao Lan, you have really worked hard.”
Wei Shenghong couldn't help laughing.
He knew what Lan He meant, and Lan He's lifespan was almost over.
If Lan He died early, he was afraid that Wei Shenghong would fall out with him.
After all, Wei Shenghong said publicly that Lan He was his friend, not that Hua Xia was his friend.
What Lan He said now, to put it bluntly, was to tell Wei Shenghong.
Even if Lan He dies first, Wei Shenghong still owes Feng Lin his life.
Feng Lin is from China, so naturally he wants to side with China because of Feng Lin's face.
You know, Wei Shenghong has cooperated with Huaxia over the years and knows many secrets.
He takes the lead in turning to the Yin Yang Crusaders and will cause great losses to China.
“Not bad! Now I owe Feng Lin another life.”
Wei Shenghong raised his head and laughed.
Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, "Boy, after the treatment is finished in a while, let me see your sword burial style."
(End of this chapter)