The inner courtyard of Yang Mansion.
Yang Yongyi was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly woken up by a loud banging on the door.
"Master! Master! Oh no, something happened to the young master!" Butler Yang's urgent voice came into the room.
Uh-huh!
Yang Yongyi suddenly sat up on the bed, not even bothering to put on his coat, and suddenly opened the door, "What! What did you say!"
"Master, something happened to the young master. He's in the living room. Go and have a look!" Butler Yang held a lantern in his hand, his face full of anxiety.
Boom! Yang Yongyi pushed aside Butler Yang who was blocking the door with one shoulder and ran towards the living room quickly.
Huh, huh.
Yang Yongyi walked into the living room with heavy steps and saw his son slumped on the master's chair at a glance. There were two young people standing beside him.
"Xingzhe, Xingzhe? What's wrong with you?" Yang Yongyi came to Yang Xingzhe's side in a few steps.
Seeing his son's miserable state, Yang Yongyi's eyes were bloodshot and he looked at the young man beside him with a cannibalistic look.
"What happened to my son! How could he be injured like this!" Yang Yongyi roared.
The two young men were wearing gray training uniforms with the logo of the Alchemist Academy embroidered on their chests. They were actually disciples of the inner academy!
The two people faced Yang Yongyi's questioning with expressionless faces. One of them opened his mouth and said: "My son was injured in this gang fight. He is no longer suitable to continue studying at the Alchemist Academy. I hereby escort your son home to rest."
With a flash of inspiration, he took out a contract. The content on it was exactly what Yang Xingzhe signed when he entered the academy. The above clause clearly stated that any injuries sustained while in school had nothing to do with the academy.
"Master Yang, farewell." The two inner courtyard disciples cupped their hands and were about to leave.
"Wait a minute." Yang Yongyi suddenly stopped the two people at the door, "You two, can you tell me how Xingzhe was injured."
Yang Yongyi's old eyes were red, with hatred flashing in them.
A young man glanced sideways at Yang Yongyi and felt sympathy in his heart: "My son had a conflict with the bloody demon during the gang battle. It's better to let him rest in peace and say goodbye."
The two young men quickly left Yang Mansion. Their mission was completed, and Yang Xingzhe had nothing to do with them.
Yang Yongyi looked at his comatose son with mixed feelings in his heart. His son was the number one genius in Yangcheng, and he also had the talent for alchemy. It was precisely because of this that Yang Yongyi sent his son to the Alchemist Academy for further training.
Yang Xingzhe is very ambitious, he has created his own power, and his medicine refining level has reached the level of a second-grade alchemist. He will graduate in two years. When he returns to Yangcheng, he will almost be the next head of the Yang family. Unfortunately, Yang Xingzhe had really bad taste and chose to go against Ye Yuxi...
Yang Yongyi slowly clenched his fists. He was his only son, but now he was ruined. Not only Yang Xingzhe was ruined, but Yang Yongyi's hope was also ruined.
No, Xingzhe is the number one genius and the hope of the Yang family. This injury will not hurt his son!
Yang Yongyi comforted himself in his heart and reluctantly calmed down his brain, thinking about ways to cure Yang Xingzhe.
"Master." Butler Yang approached Yang Yongyi cautiously: "Master, tomorrow those young people will bring Wuji water. Wuji water is commonly known as spiritual water. It may have some effect on the young master's injury. help."
"Wuji water, yes! Wuji water!" Yang Yongyi's old eyes lit up, and excitement suddenly appeared on his face, "God bless my son! With Wuji water, Xingzhe's injury will definitely be healed."