In the house, the main house, the bedroom, and the bed.

Yang Tianchun took back the fingers that were transformed into wrists, frowned, and looked a little serious. He turned to Muye and said, "God, this room is too cold. Go and burn the brazier and then burn some hot water."

When Fang Muye took Yu Huacheng's pulse before, he felt that his master's illness was not mild. Now, seeing Yang Tianchun's expression, he felt that his master's problem might be more serious than he thought, and his heart was even more nervous.

But without asking much questions, he responded, and went to the kitchen to boil the water, then found the brazier and took it to Yu Hua to the bed, and started a fire and burned charcoal. The charcoal fire was very strong. Not long after, the temperature in the bedroom gradually rose.

Yang Tianchun half-releases the cover and turns into a quilt on his body, unbuttons his clothes, then opens the medicine box, takes out the needle bag, picks up the needle, concentrates his breath, and determines his wrists to point the fingers. He turns into Guanyuan, Qihai and other acupoints, and applies needles one by one, and the movements are done in one go, calmly and moderately.

Soon, Yu Huacheng woke up, his face still pale, his half-open eyes were very dull. His eyes moved, and he saw Fang Muye standing in front of the bed and staring at him with a concerned look on his face, and Yang Tianchun sitting by the bed and looking at him.

"Thank you, Doctor Yang." Yu Huacheng guessed that Yang Tianchun had saved him and said thank you, but his voice sounded a little weak.

"Master Yu is polite, what do you think now?" Yang Tianchun asked.

On the way back, I had already learned from Fang Muye that his master's surname was Yu, and he was a master of Xingyiquan.

Yu Huacheng replied softly: "It's much better."

Yang Tianchun smiled and said, "Then I will get an injection for you." He turned around and said, "God, go and pour half a bowl of hot water."

Fang Muye hurried to the kitchen. The water had already boiled. He put half a bowl of it, took another spoon, and returned to the house.

At this time, Yang Tianchun had already put away the needle, Yu Huacheng also put on a thick coat and put on a quilt, leaning half against the head of the bed.

Seeing Fang Muye bringing water in, Yang Tianchun took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box, poured out two pills the size of soybeans, handed them to Fang Muye, and said, "This is a Baicao Pill made of medicinal materials such as ginseng, polygonatum, poria cocos, etc. It has the effect of strengthening the foundation and cultivating the essence. You can turn it into hot water and give it to Master Yu."

Fang Muye took Baicao Pills and put them into a bowl. Baicao Pills were put into water. After two breaths, they completely melted. Fang Muye sat on the edge of the bed, took a spoon and scooped the medicine, then put it to his mouth and blew the heat. He felt that it was not that hot, so he carefully fed Yu to transform into and take it.

Yu Huacheng's pale face was full of smiles, he looked at Fang Muye kindly, and drank all the potions in the bowl one by one.

This Baicao Pill is magical. Soon after Yu Huacheng drank the potion, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face, and it looked no longer so scary.

Fang Muye finally let go of his heart, breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Yang Tianchun and asked, "Doctor Yang, what disease is this for my master? Why is it so powerful?"

Yang Tianchun didn't say anything, gave Fang Muye a look and shook his head slightly. Fang Muye immediately understood and stopped asking questions.

Yu Huacheng noticed Yang Tianchun's small movements, understood the meaning, and said with a smile: "Doctor Yang doesn't have to worry about me. The little old man is not a person with weak mind, and I still know my own body and what the situation is. Doctor Yang said it's okay."

Seeing Yu Huacheng say this, Fang Muye thought about it and said, "Doctor Yang, tell me."

Yang Tianchun nodded and said bluntly: "Master Yu, you must have injured your internal organs in the early years and left a secret disease. Now you are old and have severe qi and blood loss. The weather has been suddenly cold these two days, and you have been infected with wind and cold. Wind and cold are easy to treat, but the loss of qi and blood is a medicine stone and cannot be replenished."

"I originally had no worries about my life within one or two years, but this cold was like igniting the lead of a powder keg, causing your body to deteriorate further. I am afraid that it has not been too long. Now I can only prescribe some prescriptions for you to consolidate your foundation and cultivate your primordials, and do your best to do your best." At this point, Yang Tianchun couldn't help but shook his head and sighed.

When Fang Muye heard what Yang Tianchun said, he was stunned and couldn't help but feel ache in his heart. His heart seemed to be tightly held by both palms, feeling very uncomfortable.

Unexpectedly, Yu Huacheng was very free and easy, with a calm expression and said lightly: "I wandered around the world in the early years and fought with others. Although I punched each other, I almost died. The days after that were all taken back. I settled in Jiaxing Mansion, but in fact I felt that I might not have lived for long, so I chose a good place to live for the rest of my life."

As he said that, he turned to look at Fang Muye, his eyes full of relief, and continued, "I didn't expect that I could accept a good disciple before I die. I am really satisfied."

Yu Huacheng's tone of speech was very dull, but it was this dullness that made Fang Muye even more heart-wrenching and unbearable, and his eyes instantly became wet.

Be a teacher for one day and be a father for life.

What's more, since he became a disciple, Yu Huacheng's other party, is really great. He not only taught him martial arts every day, but also carefully prepared two lunch and evening meals for him. In addition, he did not have many rules and regulations for him. He did not put on his master's airs, but was very friendly and easy-going.

It is really like the spring breeze turns into rain and becomes a teacher, and he is kind and kind as close as a father.

Fang Muye is a person who values ​​love very much. Whoever treats him well will treat that person better. He has long transformed into a respectful elder and treated him as his family, and has a deep admiration.

Yu Huacheng usually looks steady and moves neatly. He always thinks that Yu Huacheng is in good spirits, and it is easy to live for another ten or eight years. Now he can't accept the fact that Yu Huacheng will be in short order.

Yu Huacheng saw Fang Muye's sadness and comforted him warmly: "Idiot, life is a lifetime, plants and trees are autumn, birth, old age, sickness and death are the common feelings of the world. No one can live forever, don't worry about it."

Yu Huacheng's words were like morning bells and evening drums, and suddenly hit Fang Muye's ears, rumbling, and this sentence echoed in his mind at this moment.

"Birth, old age, sickness and death are the common sense of the world. No one can live forever..."

"No one can live forever..."

Who said no one can live forever?

Although I am not an immortal body, if I eat the immortal elixir, I will be able to live forever.

Fang Muye stood there in a daze, his mind full of thoughts, as if any important information was about to emerge.

After a long time, a sudden flash of inspiration in my mind, as if I was catching a life-saving straw. The words I said were like a madman, which made Yu Huacheng and Yang Tianchun widen their eyes and stood there on the spot.

"Master, drink my blood!"
Chapter completed!