C2 Leaving the mountain village

Bluestone Village, Han Yan's house.

Han Tianhe looked at his son who was heavily injured on the bed. He felt pain in his heart, and then asked the doctor beside the bed: "Doctor, how is my son?"

The doctor sighed and said helplessly: "Tianhe, Han Yan's injuries are too severe, most of his meridians have been broken, and he has lost too much blood. I'm afraid it won't work, even if he wakes up …"

Han Tianhe saw that the doctor had stopped speaking, he immediately grabbed onto the doctor's arm and asked anxiously: "Doctor, what do you mean by that?"

The doctor hesitated for a moment before replying honestly, "Even if your son wakes up, he will still be a cripple."

Hearing the doctor's words, Han Tianhe's mind buzzed and went blank, while her wife fainted on the spot.

The doctor picked up the medicine box and shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to leave, he was afraid that Han Tianhe would not be able to accept this fact. He said to Han Tianhe: "Tianhe, don't be too dispirited.

After the doctor left, the room became quiet for a moment. Han Yan's extremely weak breathing, to Han Tianhe's ears, was extremely heavy, as if a huge stone had smashed into his heart.

Han Tianhe was already over forty years old, and with just a son like Han Yan, his family would not be able to have one more. If anything happened to Han Yan, what meaning would there be in having a father like him living?

Han Tianhe walked in front of his wife and was about to help her up onto the bed, but she suddenly woke up.

When Wang Xiujuan woke up, he immediately looked at his son's bed. Seeing his son's pale face, he broke into tears.

Although Han Tianhe did not shed a tear, he still felt a pain in his heart that was no less than that of his wife's.

After a while, Wang Xiujuan suddenly thought of something, and immediately ran in front of his husband, saying anxiously: "Tianhe, isn't your brother in Tianfeng City? "Why not let him come over and see if there's any other way."

Mentioning your big brother, Han Tianhe's eyes showed hope, but after that it dimmed and he sighed: "It's not like you don't know his character, in his eyes, other than money, there's nothing else. All these years, when he came here and ridiculed us for being poor, he never gave us anything. Even if we were to look for him, would he be able to help us? "

Wang Xiujuan also knew that the possibility of the other party helping them was not high, but he thought that if his son did not treat them, he would not be able to hold on for long. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Tianhe, I've thought it through, as long as his son can wake up, us two will be fine. Haven't we saved up money over the years to prepare for our son's wedding? Give all that money to Big Bro, I don't believe that he won't help us. "

Han Tianhe was startled, and said: "That money..."

Before he could finish his words, he made up his mind, "You're right. If anything really happens to my son, what do you want the money for?"

He quickly took out the money from under the bed and ran out of the room with the umbrella in his hand.

At this moment, the sky had already darkened and it was still drizzling. The mountain path was impossible to walk on. If one was not careful, they would fall off the cliff.

Wang Xiujuan immediately stopped him: "Tianhe, you can't go right now."

Han Tianhe had already made his decision, and quickly held up the umbrella. Without even turning his head, he said: "I really can't be at ease with my son like this, no matter how dangerous the mountain road is, I will still go." With that, he quickly ran out the door.

Watching his husband's leaving figure, then looking at his son lying on the bed, Wang Xiujuan's eyes filled with tears.

Han Yan laid on the bed, his pale face was already devoid of any color, as if it was made of white paper. If not for the fact that he still had a weak breath, most people would have suspected that he was already dead.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed. In these three days, Wang Xiujuan had always been carefully taking care of his son, and every day, he would scoop after spoonful of chicken soup into his son's mouth. However, not only did Han Yan's injuries not improve, they would even become more serious.

In these three days, Han Yan lost a lot of weight. Normally, with his current injuries, he should have died, but Han Yan relied on an extraordinary willpower to persevere. Even though he was unconscious, he still believed in one thing: I can't die, I can't die.

It was precisely this belief that allowed him to persevere for so long. But how much longer could he hold on, no one knew, maybe one day, maybe three or five days.

At noon that day, a carriage arrived in front of Han Yan's house. After the carriage stopped, Han Tianhe got off first, followed by his big brother Han Tianlong.

After three days of not seeing her, Han Tianhe's temples had already turned white. Even his jet-black hair had gained a large amount of silver threads.

Although he had only left home for three days, in Han Tianhe's heart, three days was even longer than three centuries.

After Han Tianlong walked out of the carriage, he saw the dilapidated straw house and snorted with a smile, "Number two, it's been more than two years since we last met, and your home is still the same as ever."

Hearing that, Han Tianhe's face darkened, but thinking back to the reason he was invited, he suppressed the anger in his heart and said: "Big brother, quickly go in and see Yan'er! I don't think he'll be able to hold on much longer. "

Han Tianlong waved his hand and gave him a look that he did not need to worry about, as he indifferently said: "Let's go! Let's go in and take a look. "

Originally, Han Tianhe wanted Han Tianlong to call the doctor over, but Han Tianlong rejected him and told him what kind of things to do with the money. If he wanted to invite the doctor into the village, he would have to pay three times as much.

Han Tianhe had already taken out all of his belongings, so how could he possibly add more money?

While the two of them were talking, Wang Xiujuan had already ran out and anxiously asked: "Tianhe, how was it?" After seeing Han Tianlong, the anxious expression on his face eased up a little.

Han Tianhe nodded towards his wife and led his brother into the room.

Coming to the bedside, when Han Tianlong saw the condition of his nephew, he shook his head and said, "I don't think he will live long with his injuries."

Han Tianhe had never felt this way before, but after hearing what Han Tianlong said, he could no longer hold it in and shouted angrily, "Big Brother, what are you saying? "No matter what happens to Yan'er, he is still your nephew. Do you really want him to die quickly?"

Being shouted at like that by Han Tianhe, Han Tianlong was startled, but suddenly formed a plan, and said: "Second brother, don't be angry, I will bring him to the city to treat his illness."

After that, Han Tianlong brought Han Yan to the Wind City. However, using the excuse that he had spent too much on travel, he did not bring Han Tianhe along.

The valley was rugged and it was abnormally bumpy. Han Yan lied inside the carriage and almost died. After a day and night of travel, when Han Yan arrived at the Tianfeng City, he was so weak that he could barely breathe. Seeing that Han Yan had turned into such a state, Han Tianlong did not want to send him to the doctor, but if Han Tianhe had to wait until he woke up before giving him the money, he could not bear to part with the money!

Arriving at the city's most famous Doctor Zhang's place, Doctor Zhang took Han Yan's pulse, and shook his head: "Looking at him, it seems like his meridians were broken by a martial arts expert, but it's a pity he lost too much blood, and it took too long, even if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to live long. I really don't know how he endured until now."

Han Tianlong immediately opened his mouth: "Doctor Zhang, is there really no other way? "Even if I have to let him live for a few more days …"

Doctor Zhang hesitated for a moment, thinking to himself, a doctor's heart, he really cannot bear to see this young man die in front of him, taking out a Pill from his bosom and placing it in Han Yan's mouth, before slowly drinking warm water.

In that moment, Han Yan's pale face became rosy, Han Tianlong frowned slightly, and immediately asked: "Doctor Zhang, is he saved?"

Doctor Zhang waved his hand, and said: "Unless the Immortal takes action, no one can save him. I had previously obtained a Pill that could extend the meridian transfer, although this Pill can recover part of the meridian, it is unable to treat his injuries, and can only temporarily wake him up."

At this point, he paused for a moment and continued, "He will wake up in the evening but he can only last one month. One month later, prepare to deal with the aftermath!"

Han Tianlong's heart was filled with joy. This was simply the most perfect result that he could think of. Firstly, he could take advantage of this period of time to take over the money in Han Tianhe's hands.

After paying the medical fees, Han Tianlong brought Han Yan to his house. He was prepared to put Han Yan back when he was done with his business.

Han Tianlong was a local merchant who specialized in fur business. He was extremely rich, and could be considered one of the richest people in Tianfeng City. Even though he loved money as if it were his life, he was still quite willing to build a house.

Within the mansion, buildings and courtyards could be seen everywhere. There were dozens of servants here. After returning to the manor, he handed Han Yan over to a servant while he went out to do some work.

When Han Tianlong handed Han Yan over to a servant, he even intentionally warned the servant to take good care of Han Yan while they ate and drank. However, there was only one thing that could not be allowed to let Han Yan leave the Han Residence for the time being.

In the evening, just as Zhang Daifu had said, Han Yan woke up.

After waking up, Han Yan saw a foreign land, and muttered: "Where, where is this place?"

The door to the room opened and a maid walked in. She respectfully asked, "Young Master, do you have any instructions?"

When Han Yan saw a maid who was only a few years older than him, he asked in confusion, "Who are you, and where is this place?"

The maid lowered her head and replied, "Reporting to Young Master, this servant's name is Xiao Cui. This is the Han Residence."

As the saying goes, there are officials when there is money. Han Tianlong was extremely smart, he understood this logic well, and spent money to buy a small official in the city. Although he did not have much power, it was convenient for him to collude with other officials in the dark.

All the officials in the city, regardless of size, were allowed to own a mansion. Han Tianlong's current home, was the appearance of the Han Residence after being expanded countless of times.

"Han Residence?" Han Yan was puzzled. "Which Han Residence?"

It wasn't that he didn't think about Han Tianlong, but in his memories, his uncle loved money as if it were his life. How could he bring him to the manor to recuperate and even arrange a maid for him?

Xiao Cui did not know about the matters between the two families. When she was assigned to serve Han Yan, the butler specially mentioned Han Yan's identity. Hearing Han Yan ask about it, Xiao Cui thought that Han Yan did not know about the situation after he fainted, so she did not think much into it, and said: "Reporting to Young Master, Master Han said that you are his nephew."

"Uncle?"

Han Yan was stunned for a long time, and could not believe for a moment that that stingy uncle could bring him here.