Dad asked me to choose one of ten goddesses to marry

Chapter 1626 You are sick
Feng Lin opened his mouth, originally wanted to say a few more words, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

In fact, he wanted to say that maybe Wei Shenghong had never met a master of Ji Guangling's generation.

At least in Feng Lin's eyes, Ji Guangling was more powerful.

Lanhe might be able to use the real man's skills to die with Ji Guangling.

But Feng Lin felt that it was almost impossible to defeat Ji Guangling without using the same return trick.

Of course, besides Ji Guangling, there was also his father.

Feng Lin had never seen his father make a move, so he came to this conclusion only by relying on the trick of rebellion.

Dad is 50 years old, in his prime.

Dodging deadly attacks with divine reflexes, and competing with Lan He in stamina, the one who wins in the end must be Dad.

However, this was all Feng Lin's subjective guess, after all, he had never seen Lan He before, and had 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 guard our home."

Wei Shenghong smiled and waved his hands, "You can go back, everything will be as usual."

"Thank you old man!"

Hu Yong bowed respectfully and left here.

Feng Lin continued to select the treasures of heaven and earth here, and prepared to treat Wei Shenghong.

About a few hours later.

The torrent of different planes began to roll large swaths of water, which lasted for a while.

Lan He jumped out of it.

He was wearing casual and loose clothes, and just after he appeared, he had an extra thermos in his hand.

Inside is wolfberry water.

"Old Lan."

Feng Lin stood up with a smile and walked over.

"I heard that you've been doing well during this period of time, haven't you?"

Lan He walked over with a smile, "The demon queen, He Xingzhen, was beaten away by you."

"What? What else? I heard that He Xingzhen is not easy."

Wei Shenghong also got up from his 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 exaggerate too much, there were experts to help at that time."

Feng Lin smiled and waved his hand.

"Really? Then you are very lucky, the precious sword technique was taken away by you."

Lan He took a sip of wolfberry water, smiled and looked at Wei Shenghong, "Brother Wei Sheng, haven't we seen you for a few years?"

"It's been six or seven years, and it's the New Year's Eve, when we send each other a New Year's greeting video."

Wei Shenghong pointed to the stone table in the distance, and said with a smile, "How many drinks?"

"No, I have been keeping in good health for the past few years. People, the older I get, the more afraid I am of death."

Lan He shook the wolfberry water in his hand.

Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong expressionlessly, "Stop drinking, you've already been hurt."

"hurt?"

Lan He frowned, "What's going on?"

"Two years ago, Hu Yong found a ruin that only we Weisheng Kingdom knew about, so he planned to explore it by himself."

Wei Shenghong sighed deeply, "After missing a few ninth steps, I went in to rescue them myself, and encountered an extremely powerful formation. The formation was obviously aimed at sublimation, and only attacked the head and internal organs."

"Fortunately, a few were rescued. After that, I felt something was wrong. I often coughed and bled. I thought it was due to aging."

While Wei Shenghong was speaking, he looked at Feng Lin, "When I met this kid today, he said I was hurt."

"He said yes, there must be, this kid is very skilled in medicine."

Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, and sat on a stone bench beside him.

Wei Shenghong also sat aside.

"Don't be too happy, I haven't treated the body of a sublimation master yet."

Feng Lin came over and grabbed Wei Shenghong's wrist, "Senior, can you sublimate the left chest?"

"Of course, let you see it more directly."

Wei Shenghong took off his shirt, revealing his thin chest.

Feng Lin grabbed Wei Shenghong's wrist again, "Let's begin."

call!
Wei Shenghong's left chest suddenly turned into a blue flame, and it was obvious that a piece of his body was missing.

Then, the qi energy gradually converges and combines, first the internal organs, then the bones, and finally the outer skin.

His body returned to its original state.

Feng Lin kept grasping Wei Shenghong's wrist to feel it, and with the other hand, he pressed Wei Shenghong's left side of his body.

"Not good, the feeling is coming."

As soon as Wei Shenghong finished speaking, he coughed violently.

His body trembled violently with coughing, and after a few times, he coughed up blood.

Feng Lin took out two silver needles and stabbed him.

Wei Shenghong's eyes widened immediately, "Good guy! It's ok! I feel like I'm going to cough for at least half an hour, just prick it twice?"

"It's only temporary."

Feng Lin checked Wei Shenghong's body back and forth, and finally came to a conclusion, "I almost know it."

"what?"

The two old men asked at the same time.

"Shenhua recovered from injury, not illness." Feng Lin stood aside with his trouser pockets in his pocket.

"Injury? What do you mean?"

Wei Shenghong stroked his beard.

"These are two concepts. Injury is an external factor. For example, I cut you with a knife. Disease is a problem of your own. For example, you catch a cold."

Feng Lin explained from the side.

"I seem to understand."

Lan He looked at Feng Lin, "That is to say, he caught a cold, and I cut him again, and he let his body sublimate and then recover. The knife wound will heal, but the cold will not heal."

"That's right, that's what it means. In the most common language, the senior is sick."

Feng Lin looked at Wei Shenghong and said.

"Impossible. I have watched a lot of popular science videos. How can we get sick at our level?"

Wei Shenghong asked in puzzlement.

"How is it impossible? Illness is not just caused by pathogenic infection. Overwork and body load can lead to organ immune failure. These can all lead to illness."

Feng Lin pointed at Wei Shenghong, "Senior is old, his organs are aging, and his self-repair ability is poor. If this continues, when your organs are completely necrotic, your life will really be gone."

"So it is."

Wei Shenghong recalled the human-shaped formation eyes he met back then, and kept attacking his waist and lungs.

Perhaps it is excessive recovery, which leads to load, thus burying the root of the disease.

"Boy, is there any cure?"

Lan He asked from the side.

"Find the cause, of course there is a cure, but I don't know how many years I can live if the senior is old."

Feng Lin smiled and spread his hands.

"Hahaha! As long as I recover from my illness, I will live for another ten years as if I were playing."

Wei Shenghong couldn't help laughing, "So I'm 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 at the end.

In case Lan He died early, he was afraid that Wei Shenghong would turn his face.

After all, Wei Shenghong said publicly that Lan He was his friend, not Hua Xia.

Now what Lan He said, to put it bluntly, was to tell Wei Shenghong.

Even if Lan He died first, Wei Shenghong owed Feng Lin his life.

Feng Lin is from Huaxia, so naturally, because of Feng Lin's face, he is on Huaxia's side.

You know, Wei Shenghong has cooperated with Huaxia in these years and knows a lot of secrets.

He took the lead in falling to the Yin-Yang Crusade, which would cause great losses to China.

"Not bad! I owe Feng Lin another life now."

Wei Shenghong raised his head and laughed.

Lan He smiled and took a sip of wolfberry water, "Boy, after the treatment will be finished in a while, let me see your Burial Sword Style."

(End of this chapter)