The young man who cultivated the truth returned to the city

"Ji Mo! Wake up!"

"Ji Mo! Don't fall asleep!"

...

Ji Mo could vaguely hear Zhang Yuhua's call, but he was too sleepy and his consciousness was too weak, so he couldn't help but fall asleep.

"Master, go and get healed, you've been waiting here for two hours."

At the door of the operating room, Zhang Yuhua was sitting on a chair, with a bloody mark on his back from an unknown object. An old man next to him persuaded him to get healed.

"How can I feel at ease if I haven't confirmed his safety yet?" Zhang Yuhua said.

The old man was very confused and asked, "Master, who is inside that makes you so concerned?"

"It's Ji..." Zhang Yuhua stopped talking. He couldn't say it. Once he said it, Ji Mo would be in danger.

"It's a person who saved me." Zhang Yuhua said.

Seeing that he didn't want to tell the man's real name, the old man said, "Then young master, go and bandage your wounds as soon as possible. I will leave first."

"Yes."

In the operating room, five medical professors performed the operation themselves, but after two hours, they still couldn't completely remove the dust from the patient's body.

He was so seriously injured that it was like he was blown up by a bomb! The bloody chest and the mud were all deeply embedded in the flesh. In this state, even if they were experienced in medicine, they couldn't treat him.

"There is no way, this injury can't be saved." A doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and said disappointedly.

"His heartbeat is too weak, and he is always on the verge of death." A surgeon said.

"But he is the person that Young Master Zhang asked to be saved..."

"There is no way, no medical skills can save him."

"Treat his wounds and leave it to fate."

"No, his heart... has stopped beating..."

...

"Pop!"

The lights in the operating room went out, and several doctors walked out of it, all with a depressed look on their faces.

"Master Zhang, I'm very sorry... We tried our best."

"..." Zhang Yuhua nodded silently.

"Master Zhang, please accept my condolences." Several doctors said, bowing their heads and leaving the operating room.

Zhang Yuhua stood up and walked into the operating room, and saw Ji Mo wrapped in white bandages, frowning, and looking very painful.

Next to him were many medical instruments, and the heart ripples had stopped at the balance line forever.

Zhang Yuhua stood by the operating table, looking at Ji Mo, with mixed feelings in his heart.

He thought that the person who saved him was a senior who saw injustice and drew his sword to help, or a hidden master of the previous generation in his family... But he never thought that the person who saved him was his good buddy.

When Ji Mo was driven out of the Xiao family three years ago, his superpowers were abolished, and all the six major families knew about this. No one would have thought that three years later, he, who had his superpowers abolished and became an ordinary person, has now become a cultivator, and a cultivator who is so strong that it makes people desperate!

Zhang Yuhua was very surprised and confused about this, but also very moved.

Because at the last moment, he clearly had an accident, and without anything to protect his body, he still stood in front of him without hesitation!

Zhang Yuhua looked at Ji Mo and felt very depressed, "Ji Mo... you just came back... I haven't had time to take you out to play, and you're leaving. Do you know how sad I am?"

"Although I, Zhang Yuhua, appear cheerful on the surface, there is always some darkness in my heart. I dare not tell others about these darkness, for fear of damaging my image and being disliked... But you are different from others. You are my only buddy, a buddy who cares about me. You understand everything I tell you, and you are willing to listen to any suffering I tell you..."

"When I was a child, I was cowardly and timid. No one in the family wanted to play with me. It was you and Shuang Ning who accompanied me, and I spent that childhood that should have been very lonely..."

"Do you know that if you leave, I will have no confidant. Do you know that if you leave, I will be very lonely. Do you know that if you leave, the villa I bought for you will be bought in vain..."

Zhang Yuhua said to himself, his eyes were red, and tears flowed like a child who was not motivated.

His childhood was originally very lonely, but he met Ji Mo and Lan Shuangning, who took him to play and made him happy... It can be said that his entire childhood was supported by Ji Mo and Lan Shuangning.

Now Lan Shuangning has grown up and is getting married, and the relationship can no longer be as seamless as in childhood. And Ji Mo, his best brother, finally came back, but died today...

How could he not be sad?

"Ding ding ding..."

Just as Zhang Yuhua was recalling sadly, the instrument that had stopped beating suddenly resumed beating.

Ji Mo's chest began to tremble, and the bloody and muddy chest cavity instantly flowed out a lot of black blood. These were all blood attached to dust, and now it was being discharged little by little.

"Ji Mo... is still alive..." Zhang Yuhua looked at Ji Mo who had resumed beating, stayed for a while, and the next second he shouted outside the operating room: "Doctor! Come on, doctor! Save him for me!"

...

——

——

When Ji Mo opened his eyes again, he found himself in a familiar environment. This was the villa that Zhang Yuhua gave him, and he slept in the bedroom.

He felt his head was heavy and painful. He tried to recall his memory, but he only remembered that after the explosion, his mind went dark.

"Jimo, you're awake."

Ji Mo just opened his eyes when he heard Zhang Yuhua's voice.

He turned his head and saw Zhang Yuhua sitting beside him, looking at him. His upper body was wrapped in a large bandage, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Yuhua..." Ji Mo wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't breathe at all, and it was difficult to even say a word.

"Don't talk first, you are too injured." Zhang Yuhua got up with great effort. He had been sitting here guarding Ji Mo for several hours, and he had another wound on his body. It was tiring and painful to get up.

"I'll make you some porridge. Don't move around. Remember." Zhang Yuhua said, and walked towards the kitchen.

Ji Mo saw him walk out of the room, and many questions suddenly came to his mind.

How did he come to this villa?

Why didn't the blood king kill him?

Why did his clothes change?

Where is his mask?

...

Ji Mo tried to recall yesterday. He beat the Blood King so hard that he was covered in dust and fled all over the ground. Then the Blood King wanted to kill Zhang Yuhua, and he immediately went to save him. Then the "magic spring" in his body came out again, suddenly absorbing his vitality, and finally he was blown up by the red light.

Then... he came to this villa.

Who sent him here? Ji Mo thought about it and felt that it could only be Zhang Yuhua. If the Blood King had already run away at that time, then the only person who could move around was Zhang Yuhua. It must be him who sent him back.

Then a very important thing came. His clothes and mask were gone, which meant that the fact that he was a cultivator was exposed... Since it was Zhang Yuhua who sent him here, it meant that he must know that he was a cultivator...

Ji Mo was a little entangled in his heart. He wanted to conceal his identity and not use any power when he came back this time. He gave his life to Zhao Shiyao, but he didn't expect that he would take action again and again, and it was a big move!

However... It's not his fault. Who made that group of people so excessive? Dare to catch Zhang Yuhua? Can I let them go? Obviously not.

So, it's not my fault.

He thought so.

Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "bookshelf" and "reading record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!