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"Childe

TingYang wrapped Tingyuan in his coat and rushed to the school room.

In the room, only Yan Huai and the white Ling sitting beside him are left.

"Childe

TingYang people have not yet arrived, the urgent voice has spread to Yan Huai's ears.

Bai Ling pinched his sleeve and half covered his face. He chuckled and said, "when did this TingYang become how

Yanhuai selectively ignores Bai Ling's words, puts down the tea cup and looks up at the direction of TingYang's footsteps.

TingYang rushed in from the door, took off his coat and wrapped the man in his arms.

"Young master! Not good! Something happened to Tingyuan

TingYang rushed all the way to Yanhuai and knelt down. He lifted his coat wrapped in Tingyuan and motioned to Yanhuai to see it.

"Tingyuan didn't know who bullied him. He was all injured. He had a high fever and passed out. He also turned into a child."

Yanhuai pulls TingYang's coat and sees that Tingyuan has changed back to a child's appearance. His face is red with baby fat, and his eyebrows are very tight, which seems to be very uncomfortable.

He put his hand on Tingyuan's forehead and tried the temperature. He was surprised to find that the temperature on Tingyuan's body was surprisingly hot.

"Court, court!" Yan Huai tried to wake up the court yuan.

Court yuan did not respond at all, and his fleshy little hand hung down from TingYang's arms, and the bloody clothes on his body had long since fallen down because of its large size.

Yan Huai found that Tingyuan's whole body was red.

Bai Ling stands up with the help of her servant girl and comes to see her.

She pretended to cover her mouth with a veil.

"What's the matter? How could it be that way? "

Yan Huai ignored her.

He took Tingyuan from TingYang's arms and strode out.

"TingYang, keep up. Let's go to the doctor."

"Yes

TingYang put the teapot away and quickly followed Yan Huai's steps with his bookcase on his back.

There is a hospital not far away from the school. Yan Huai goes to the hospital with a child in his arms burning like charcoal.

When people in the museum saw Yan Huai coming, they invited him to the inner room and called the best doctor.

"See what happened to him?"

Yan Huai put the court yuan on the bed and opened his coat.

The doctor cut off Tingyuan's clothes, looked at his wound carefully and felt his pulse.

When taking pulse, Yan Huai stood by and watched, and found that the doctor's expression changed from surprise to dignified.

"What's wrong with him?" Yan Huai asked concisely after the doctor took back his hand.

The doctor looked dignified. First of all, he saluted Yan Huai, and then said, "let me take the liberty to ask you how old this child is this year?"

"It's estimated to be one hundred years old." Yan Huai is not sure how big the court yuan is. "He was transformed into a human form not long ago, but he didn't know what happened to him, and suddenly he turned into a child. What's the matter with him? "

"His injuries were all beaten up. In addition to his skin and flesh injuries, some of his internal organs were also slightly damaged." The doctor sighed, "the child's body is weak. It is estimated that he was abused since he was a child. He left the root of the disease in his body, so he has not been transformed into human form. Now I'm injured again, and my body can't supply the energy that adults need. So I'm like a child. "

Yan Huai sat at the end of the bed, looked down at the court yuan, "what does the doctor mean by this?"

The doctor stepped back and kept bowing to Yan Huai. He said, "according to my husband, the child is at least 200 years old, but he is not in good health and has not been able to transform into human form."