Demons and witches dominate the rivers and lakes

Chapter 7
"No need." Mo Yang's tone was gloomy.

Hearing this, Ming Chuhan felt a little lost. Not only did the young man look indifferent, but his tone was cold, and he was so merciless even when he refused.

"Xiao Yang, why?" Ming Wuqian was puzzled, did this kid dislike him?
"Because I don't want to call you father." Mo Yang had a cold face.

Ming Wuqian was stunned, this kid is too clueless!Too vicious!

Ming Chuhan was startled, could this young man be his father's illegitimate son?He was a little displeased at first, but when he thought about it, no wonder his father, his mother passed away 20 years ago, and this boy was only seventeen or eighteen years old, why did his father bring him back now?

"Forget it, where are your parents?" Ming Wuqian asked.

"Not here." Mo Yang said two words coldly.

When Ming Chuhan heard this, he felt ashamed of the conjecture just now, and felt a little more pity for Mo Yang.

Ming Wuqian didn't ask any more questions, and said: "Xiao Yang, you can see a doctor for Chu'er."

"It should be." Mo Yang said politely, anyway, now she is also dependent on others.

Ming Chuhan saw Mo Yang carrying the box, could it be that Mo Yang is a doctor?

"Please stretch out your left hand first." Mo Yang said.

"Thank you." Ming Chuhan stretched out his left hand and couldn't help but smile. He didn't believe Mo Yang was such a young doctor, but he was convinced by Mo Yang's calm demeanor.

However, what he had was tuberculosis, a disease that could not be cured, and could only be delayed with medication, so he did not hold out hope.

While feeling his pulse, Mo Yang thought about how to prescribe the right medicine. Tuberculosis is an incurable disease in this era, but it is not impossible, but it will take longer.

Ming Chuhan felt a chill coming from his wrist. The young man's hands were too cold, so cold that there was no warmth. The palms were neither big nor small, and the fingers were slender and flawless.
"It can be cured, but it will take about a year to recuperate." Mo Yang withdrew his hand.

Ming Chuhan was shocked, and looked at Mo Yang in disbelief, but he didn't dare to deny it, so it would be good for his father to feel relieved.

"Really? Xiaoyang, I knew you were better than blue." Sure enough, Ming Wuqian was extremely excited.

"Please call me Mo Yang, the leader." Mo Yang looked at Ming Wuqian, polite and sharp.

"It's okay." Ming Wuqian waved his hand indifferently, and said, "Chu'er, take Xiaoyang to rest quickly. In the future, you will be like brothers and take care of each other."

"Yes, father." Chu Han happily agreed.

Mo Yang has the urge to kill.

Chu Han saw that Mo Yang was carrying the box, which must be quite heavy, so he stretched out his hand and said, "Mo Yang, let me carry it for you."

(End of this chapter)