Lin Hao woke up again because of the pain.
The terrifying female ghost had long disappeared, leaving him seriously injured and lying on the cold ground for the night.
The sky slowly turned pale, and Lin Hao wanted to shout for help.
When he turned around, he saw a stone tablet, and the shout that had not yet come out was stuck in his throat.
A wild grave on the outskirts of the city, a sacred place for dumping corpses – a mass grave.
Lin Hao was so upset that he wanted to cry. Could it be that he really saw a ghost?
When Lin Hao was discovered, he was reported to the authorities, and then recognized by the police and sent to the clinic for treatment.
This process took a full three hours, so that the wounds on Lin Hao's body had stopped bleeding on their own, and his lower body had long been numb from the pain.
The dignified eldest young master of the Lin family was actually injured like this, with a swollen lower body and a chest covered with crisscrossing wounds...
What on earth could it take to get hurt like this?
Lin Hao drank the anesthetic and fell into a deep sleep again.
But in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, the horrific scene was still replaying in my mind.
Ye Chen had loose long hair, an expressionless pale face, and eyes staring at him fiercely.
The long and sharp nails pierced through the clothes, scratched the skin and dug directly into the flesh.
…
Carefully uncovering the blood-stained collar, the two doctors meticulously cleaned the wound and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.
Life was saved.
The injuries only look scary, but in fact no vital parts or organs are damaged.
When it came to the point, the two doctors looked at each other in tacit understanding.
I heard that Young Master Lin has three children, so that should be enough!
Obviously, the bloody upper body is easy to treat.
It will definitely leave a scar, but for a man, it is not a big deal.
What is really difficult is some of the functions of the lower body. I am afraid that I can only cultivate my body and mind with a simple life for the rest of my life.
When Mr. Lin received the news, he didn't bother to deal with Yu and decisively went to the clinic to visit his eldest son.
He was fine yesterday, how come he is so injured that he can't move today?
Hearing the slightly questioning tone, both doctors said they were helpless to help.
Take your son away quickly!
If he could invite the miraculous doctor from the capital who was elusive, had a strange temper, and only saved those who were destined to be saved, maybe Young Master Lin could regain his former glory.
Seventeen times a night, one against a hundred, and not at a disadvantage.
It must be said that the old doctor was also quite proficient in Yin and Yang, and he ridiculed Lin Hao without using a single dirty word.
Carry the patient over to whoever can treat him. If you have the ability, find a miracle doctor. If you don’t, don’t complain. Pay their medical fees first.
Even a certain miracle doctor named Han didn't know that he, who specialized in treating "patients" pretending to be sick, was so famous.
The scope of business has expanded from treating infertility to treating certain functional disorders.
Han Zeyu expressed his gratitude from the bottom of his heart. Fortunately, there were no electric poles in ancient times, otherwise he would have had the honor of climbing the pole and leaving his name in history.
Speaking of telephone poles, Han Zeyu thought of its super CP advertisement.
Just do it, leave this matter to Lin Jing.
When Lin Jing received the handwritten "manuscript" of Lord Qingbai for the first time, he was immediately astonished.
What a wonderful cursive script, with its flying dragons and phoenixes, swift strokes, unrestrained and free-spirited style.
Although he is not good at studying, his handwriting is not bad. In contrast, Han Zeyu is really a complete jerk.
But the content of this flyer is as fascinating as ever.
Apart from being eye-straining, everything else is good.
There is no other way. Using small fonts not only saves paper, it also saves ink, which can save costs to the greatest extent.
The flyer has two sides, front and back, with a short essay of nearly two hundred words densely printed on it.
The threesome must be complicated, as the two male protagonists are named Lin Hao, the eldest son of the Lin family, and Cheng Yuanhang, the third son of the Cheng family.
Although the other heroine is not named, it is easy to tell who she is referring to.
Lin Jing had a complicated expression and didn't understand why Feng Qian was so cruel.
She and Lin Xue had only met a few times, let alone had any conflicts, so how could he have the heart to push her into the fire pit?
Why should her husband's future be traded for his sister's happiness?
Lin Jing sighed, handed the 300 printed flyers to Tiezhu, and thanked him for his hard work.
Tiezhu also sighed, took the flyer, put on his mask, and said sincerely: "I'm not hard-working, I have a hard life."
Lin Jing chuckled, the Tiezhu brothers were still so interesting.
Now that he is a serious official, he has to work hard to run their storytelling business well.
Han Zeyu and Ye Chen were the ones who distributed the flyers, for no other reason than Tiezhu's limited size.
In the provincial capital, there are a lot of men who are 1.7 meters tall, but men who are 1.9 meters tall are really rare.
Tiezhu is full of resentment. Why is he so tall?
It’s all thanks to the owner’s scientific breeding method, which has made him so tall.
Tie Dongming is about 1.83 meters tall. I heard that Tie Zhu's father is a little shorter than his second uncle and is about the same height as Tie Shaochen.
Tiezhu didn't have a genetic mutation, he was just raised too well after he turned fourteen.
It takes time to distribute flyers and wait for things to ferment.
Han Zeyu and his group were not idle either. They split into two groups. Ye Chen and Ye Qi went to investigate the Cheng family and Mrs. Cheng's family.
Tiezhu ran to the coffin shop and bought a thin-skinned coffin made of the worst material and at the lowest price.
Tiezhu paid the money and without saying a word, he quickly fled the coffin shop with the coffin.
In just a short while, he has become an unfilial descendant.
God knows, this coffin will only be used once, why buy such a good one?
His master once said that formalism is unacceptable and extravagance is shameful.
Here, Master Lin took his eldest son back to his house. He was exhausted both mentally and physically after a whole day of work.
Mr. Lin did not sleep very well. In a state of half-awakeness and half-sleep, he always felt that someone was talking in his ear.
After hearing it so many times, he could hear the meaning of the words clearly.
They said he was an unfilial descendant, extremely licentious, selling his daughter for fame and fortune, making the family a mess, and that the Lin family would be destroyed in his hands sooner or later.
It is also said that like father like son. If I had known that the father and son had messed up the Lin family like this, I might as well have taken him away earlier.
Mr. Lin is over the age of knowing his destiny, and the thing he hates most is being taken away.
He was living a good life and still had half a lifetime of wealth and glory to enjoy. How could he just leave like this?
Are they father and son? Selling their daughter for fame?
Could it be that he and Lin Hao were planning to marry Lin Xue off?
Lin Hao's injuries were strange. Could it be that he was possessed by evil spirits or had his mind bewitched by ghosts?
No, he has to invite a high monk to perform a ritual.
The considerate Master Han has brought his drum band, ready to play a song for him.
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