Nine Transformations Dragon

Chapter 74 Congenital Heart Disease
"Unforgivable!"

Ziyan originally wanted to scare him, knowing that he is an ordinary person, and it is impossible for him to withstand this seventh-level magic.But she felt that her breathing was a little difficult, she must have suffered another illness, and the pain from her heart told her that she might fall down in the next moment.

It must be a very embarrassing thing to faint before making a move, so she thought that the formed magic must be sent out, and not to the side, but to the heart that Yang Wenlong was pointing at.

' Whoosh! ...Pfft! '

The ice pick broke away from Zi Yan's control and flew towards Yang Wenlong's chest in an instant, and the next moment, under the gaze of the three of them, the ice pick directly hit Yang Wenlong's chest slightly on one side. in front of everyone.

Ziyan was about to fall ill because of being stimulated, but she didn't expect that her ice pick would hit her. Yang Wenlong really didn't dodge, but turned slightly to let the ice pick cut her chest.The momentary tension in her heart made her heart tighten, her eyes blurred and she fainted.

"Again..." Yang Wenlong has been attacked countless times by level seven or eight magic. That time in Liangcheng, he was beaten so badly that he could see the ribs on his back, but it didn't kill him. Of course, this injury is nothing. .Just wanted Ziyan to come again, but unexpectedly she fell down.

"What are you doing? I didn't do anything. I fell down and wanted to wrong me and let your grandfather deal with me, right? Get up and continue. If I, Yang Wenlong, fall down or cry out in pain, I will be your grandson!" I don't know what happened yet, no Thinking of Ziyan falling down after casting a spell, no matter how bad her health is, she will not exhaust her mental power just by using a spell.

"Mentor, Miss Zi Yan, she, she has a strange disease. Whenever she is excited or excited, her heart will hurt, and she will even faint. I think she must have been agitated by what you said just now and fell ill. Hurry up and call the dean. Every time Miss Ziyan falls ill, the dean will come and take her away." Duanhe told what he knew.

"Ah!...you, what you said is true?"

"En!" Duan He nodded.

"Old guy, don't you like to peek? Your granddaughter has a heart attack, and you haven't shown up yet!" Yang Wenlong believed that the dean must be paying attention to him, wanting to know his secret.Hearing Duanhe talk about Ziyan's symptoms, he immediately thought of a disease 'congenital heart disease'.

"What did you say?" With a majestic voice, Osengaro's figure appeared at the place where Zi Yan fell.He had already noticed something was wrong and wanted to stop Yang Wenlong from reprimanding Zi Yan, but he was curious that Yang Wenlong was not afraid of seventh-level magic, so he showed up a bit late.

"Zi'er, Zi'er! Originally, I wanted to ask Yang Wenlong what he meant by heart disease. Did he know what disease his granddaughter had. But when he picked up Zi Yan, he found that she was not breathing.

Called Ziyan several times in a row but there was no response. Yang Wenlong felt tense when he saw her. A heart attack might cause him to die in an instant. Here to avoid the limelight, even if it is possible to get out alive here is also a problem.

"Ao Xuan, quickly invite the Pope of Light!" As Osengaro shouted, a golden light shot into the imperial capital from the building where Yang Wenlong lived.

"Let me see!" Yang Wenlong also felt that the matter was too serious, and he was really worried that he would piss off a student on the first day of class, and she was also the granddaughter of the dean.

He ran to Ziyan's side and pulled up her wrist, stretched out his hand to touch her heart, and felt that there was no pulse in that hand.Just about to lean over to see if her heart was still beating, Osengaro stopped him: "Yang Wenlong, what are you doing? If anything happens to my Zi'er, I can't spare you."

"Nonsense, let me see, if something goes wrong, you may not be able to save her by calling the Pope. You should rescue her as soon as her heart stops beating!" Yang Wenlong was also anxious, not wanting Ziyan to have anything to do. question.

"What do you want?" Osengaro originally wanted to take Zi Yan to the Holy See of Light to find the Pope, but he knew that it was best not to move when his granddaughter fell ill, otherwise it would make her condition worse.But he could no longer feel his granddaughter's breathing, only a little mental fluctuation, indicating that she still had a glimmer of life.

Ignoring the dean's question, he immediately leaned over to listen to Ziyan's heartbeat. Osengaro didn't stop him, saying that he would let Yang Wenlong check it by default.

"Put her body on the ground quickly, and rescue her immediately, otherwise even if the God of Light comes, she will not be able to save her!" Yang Wenlong was quite nervous when he heard that Ziyan's heart had stopped beating.

The dean didn't know what to do at this time. Looking at Yang Wenlong's appearance, he seemed to have a way to save his granddaughter. Anyway, he might as well let him try before the Pope came.Even if her granddaughter has any mishaps, it can be regarded as her relief. This disease has haunted her for more than ten years, and death may be her best destination.

After flattening Ziyan on the ground, Yang Wenlong stretched out his hand to move her small mouth away without hesitation, bowed his head and started artificial respiration.

"What are you doing!..." Osengaro didn't expect Yang Wenlong to do such a thing in front of his granddaughter, and suddenly a wave of anger rushed to his head, and at the same time, a murderous aura enveloped him.

Yang Wenlong rushed to the Holy Dragon Academy as a tutor in awe-inspiring manner, originally wanting to show a little magic and get the academy's protection.But he didn't expect that on the first day of class, the dean's granddaughter would be pissed to death.

For the time being, Zi Yan is in shock, as for whether she will die or not, it depends on whether Yang Wenlong's first aid method works.Just after artificial respiration, I felt like my whole body was imprisoned by something, and I knew it was Osengaro's murderous intent.Moreover, the wound on his chest began to ooze blood under the pressure of murderous aura, and he raised his head with difficulty, his eyes were already a little red.

"Put away your murderous intent, or she will definitely die!" As he said a word tremblingly, Osengaro also immediately realized that it seemed that he was too worried about his granddaughter, which caused his state of mind to temporarily fall.

The murderous aura disappeared in an instant, Yang Wenlong continued to give Zi Yan artificial respiration, let go of her mouth after four times, and pressed his hands to her chest.Seeing his serious movements, Osengaro didn't stop him.After pumping the heart several times, he held Ziyan's mouth again and started artificial respiration.After repeating this three times, a miracle happened, and Zi Yan suddenly coughed, 'cough cough cough! '

Just when everyone was amazed at what happened in front of them, Zi Yan suddenly covered her chest in pain and said: "Grandpa, I, I have worked so hard!"

' Whoosh! ....'

Two figures appeared without warning. Yang Wenlong saw Ao Xuan with a tall man full of sacred aura, and knew that this might be the Pope that the dean was talking about.

Yang Wenlong, who was terribly frightened, let out a long breath and fell softly to the ground.He is from China, and he is very familiar with this kind of heart disease.As long as it can reduce the pressure on the heart, there is a chance of life. Bright magic is undoubtedly a help to reduce the pressure on the heart. However, bright magic cannot cure this kind of congenital heart disease caused by abnormal fetal development.

"Brother Calces, take a look at my granddaughter!" Seeing the pope arriving, Osengaro asked her to heal him immediately.

(End of this chapter)