I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

Xing Mingjie finally agreed and evacuated his men from the hospital.

Ah Xiong also left with him.

The two of them were discussing the current progress, one in front and one behind.

Mingchuan and Min Yike were the only ones left in the corridor.

Min Yike pinched the hem of her clothes and looked at Mingchuan a little awkwardly.

"Brother Ming, you should go back first. You just came back from Qianzhou, so you must be tired."

Mingchuan waved his hand and said, "It's okay. I'll go in and see your dad."

He walked straight forward and pushed the door open.

Min Yeyi thought that the person coming was Xing Mingjie again, so he turned sideways and refused to look back, his tone cold and stiff.

"If you don't have anything else, Major Xing, there's no need to stay here. Please go back!"

The familiar laughter of Mingchuan was heard.

"King Jiangnan, do you have such a bad temper?"

Min Yeyi was stunned at first, then turned around and saw Mingchuan walking towards him from behind with his hands behind his back.

He quickly supported his upper body with his arms and sat up half-leaning.

Min Yike was tactful enough to step forward and put a pillow behind his back.

"You just came back and are busy with so many things, why did you come to the hospital to see me?" Min Yeyi forced a smile.

In just half a day, he had several more tufts of gray hair.

Mingchuan sat down beside the bed and picked up an apple to peel. "You've been lying in the hospital like this, and it would be unreasonable for me not to come and see you."

The knife turned in his hand, and a long piece of apple peel fell off.

Min Yeyi sighed.

He naturally knew that Mingchuan came to him to resolve the conflict between him and Xing Mingjie.

But now, he couldn't open his mouth.

Min Yike, who was beside him, also felt sorry for her father, but didn't dare to say anything.

Mingchuan peeled the apple in his hand into small pieces, then gave Min Yike a look, asking her to bring him a box to put the apples in.

Then handed it to Min Yeyi.

Min Yeyi took it and took a bite. The apple made a crisp sound and the sweetness spread in his mouth.

Mingchuan then said, "Old Min, I know you're not willing to accept this, but they're just following the rules. There's no need to argue with a young man."

"Everyone saw the sacrifice of Team A and felt the same regret."

"But it has already happened. The most important thing we should do now is to work together to completely wipe out this gang and avenge your old comrades."

"Really?"

Mingchuan said this, and when Min Yeyi was about to speak, he put his hand on his pulse.

"Look at you. Your pulse is so weak and unstable. Your health has deteriorated a lot. If you don't pay more attention, you will suffer a great loss in the future."

"I'll help you get well. You should also adjust your mindset as soon as possible and join us in activities. Okay?"

Mingchuan is not very old, but his tone sounds like that of an elder.

After hearing this, Min Yeyi felt that it would be a bit too much if he didn't agree.

He remained silent, with only the crisp sound of the apple in his hand.

Looking at his eyes again, they were cloudy and unclear, with a layer of dull red on the whites of his eyes and a few strands of red blood climbing up his pupils.

There were two dark circles under his eyes, his nasolabial folds had deepened a lot, and his lips were a little dark, lifeless.

Min Yeyi already had some health problems before, and now after this stimulation, his problems have become even worse.

Mingchuan took his hand and massaged it intentionally or unintentionally, softening his acupuncture points, helping him to clear his tendons and veins, making the blood flow smoother, while comforting him.

"Look, your daughter used to be your biggest headache, but now Yi Ke has grown up and is so well-behaved. She knows how to help you maintain the people around you."

"Everything is going in the right direction. You can't just give up, right?"

Mingchuan's words touched Min Yeyi's heart.

He raised his head and glanced at Min Yike beside him, only to see that Min Yike had a look of grievance on his face, and anyone who saw that pitiful look would feel sorry for him.

When Mingchuan was comforting Min Yeyi, he moved from his arms to his head, then from his head to his shoulders and neck, and finally turned him over and pressed several acupoints on his calves with his knuckles.

Min Yeyi sucked in a breath of cold air, and his body arched up uncontrollably.

The original depression in my heart was also dissipated a lot after this series of tossing and turning.

After Mingchuan finished his work, he lay on the bed, breathing heavily, to cushion the impact of the massage on his body.

Mingchuan smiled and squinted his eyes: "How is it? Feeling okay?"

"Oh! Sure! Why not? I've been feeling miserable here for a long time, with this burning fire in my stomach that I can't let go. Now, what you've done finally makes me feel better."

Mingchuan laughed out loud.

"As long as you feel comfortable."

He patted Min Yeyi on the back and said, "If you feel comfortable, then promise me that no matter what conflicts you have with the Xing family, at least cooperate now. It won't be too late to settle the score later!"

"Later, I'll ask my second sister to help you regulate your body and replace these old bones with new ones, making you ten years younger!"

"Ok?"

"Okay, that's fine too..." Min Yeyi shook his head and agreed, but in the end he was defeated by this kid.

Mingchuan was in a good mood. He exchanged a few words with Min Yeyi and left the hospital with peace of mind after seeing that his physical condition had indeed stabilized.

After spending so many days in Qianzhou, I really need to rest.

He told Zhu Qingcheng about this matter, and then sent a message to Pei Qingyu, telling him that he had returned.

Pei Qingyu was immediately delighted that two cash cows were in place. She immediately contacted the program team and made arrangements very quickly.

The people below were busy, while the atmosphere on the mountain was even more solemn.

The old man, who was dressed in rags and smelled foul, had eyes so black that the whites of his eyes were completely invisible.

He rolled down from the bed with great difficulty, limping and limping down to the ground.

A swarm of black insects swarmed under his feet, and they scattered when they touched him.

The man slowly walked out of the mountain fog and into the circle of black dust at the foot of the mountain.

He bent down, reached out, and wiped the grass ash on the ground with his fingers.

When he took his hand back, he saw that the originally intact part of his finger had been corroded in an instant, turning into a mass of rotten flesh.

Even the blood couldn't flow out, it mixed with the grass ash and solidified.

Looking around, there was no one else guarding the place except this layer of grass ash.

The old man smiled sinisterly.

"Here it comes...here it comes...as expected...hehehe..."

The laughter in his mouth became louder and louder...

It was so eerie, as if an old, dead branch was being sawed back and forth.

The birds and animals in the forest were frightened by the sound and flew away. Soon, only he and those strange insects were left around.

"He's been locked up for so many years and still alive. He's really lucky..."