Make your ex-boyfriend cry? That's easy!

He bit his fingertip without hesitation, then raised his hand and pressed a scarlet fingerprint on Jiang Yan's brow, muttering something.

After a moment, he took Jiang Yan's hand again and carefully felt his pulse.

"It seems like he's half dead and half alive, so strange." Tan Shumo frowned slightly.

"Can't it be solved?" Jiang Yan shook his head. "Never mind, it doesn't matter."

His tone was calm, as if the gaping wound on his body was no big deal.

However, only he himself knew how intense the pain caused by the wound was.

But compared to the injuries he had suffered before, these were just open wounds and were nothing.

Jiang Yan's steps seemed a little unsteady because he hadn't walked for a long time. He stumbled with each step. He wandered aimlessly in his own tomb, muttering to himself, "Where's my mother's letter?"

Jiang Yan's actions were very rough. He searched everywhere without any hesitation, completely disregarding the cultural relics around him.

This frightened all the experts present, who grimaced in fear, fearing that these precious cultural relics would be damaged because of his recklessness.

Dean Lu finally couldn't help it. He asked tremblingly, "What are you looking for?"

Jiang Yan raised his head and glanced at Dean Lu. Dean Lu looked quite similar to a certain chattering minister in the court at that time, which made him feel a little funny.

Jiang Yan was amused: "You look familiar. Maybe I've had a quarrel with your ancestors."

After saying that, he turned around and continued looking for the letter.

"I'm looking for a letter. My mother said that even if I die, she will write me a letter and let me read it in the afterlife."

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something important, raised his head abruptly, and looked straight at Tan Shumo.

"You're a Taoist priest, do you know any magic to find things?" Jiang Yan asked expectantly, "Help me find it. Once you find it, I'll help you with anything you need."

Jiang Yan was exceptionally handsome, and even in this era, he was no more than a student before his death.

His tone was a little coquettish, as if an innocent child was asking for help, and this tone made it impossible to refuse.

Beautiful and young, she even knows how to act coquettishly.

Tan Shumo was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, indicating that he agreed to Jiang Yan's request.

Seeing this, Jiang Yan's smile grew even brighter: "Thank you, brother!"

There were many young women in the hospital. They might have been a little afraid of Jiang Yan before, but now seeing Jiang Yan being so harmless and even actively acting coquettishly, the fear in their hearts gradually dissipated, and was replaced by sympathy and love for him.

One of the women couldn't help but say, "Do you want to get your wound treated first? It looks serious. Trust us and we'll help you. We're all professionals."

Jiang Yan had always been favored by girls since he was a child. When he heard the sister's concern, he immediately grinned and said, "Thank you, sister!"

The word "sister" made the woman's face turn red instantly, and her heart beat faster involuntarily, as if she had returned to the shyness and excitement of her first love.

Upon seeing this, Dean Lu quickly called the medical team over to treat Jiang Yan's wound.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

Jiang Yan's body was almost covered with wounds.

There were densely packed wounds from arrows, spears, and swords.

Jiang Yan himself didn't care much: "The rebels wanted to kill my father at that time, and I died while shielding him from an arrow."