"I also want to know what happened to Patriarch Wang?"
Fengjiu's gentle voice came from behind. The two looked in the direction of the voice and saw Fengjiu in red and Lengshuang in black walking in.
“Feng, Miss Feng…you are still here?” Patriarch Wang took a step back, but when he thought of Feng Jiu’s identity, surprise appeared in his eyes, and he knelt down with a plop: “Miss Feng, please save me, I don’t want to become like them.”
"Wait a minute! I'll ask you a question later." Feng Jiu said, and walked inside. She said to Wang Yu, "Take me to see your grandfather."
"Okay." Wang Yu responded, glanced at his father, and then led Fengjiu in.
The Wang family ancestor, who was lying in bed, looked extremely haggard. He listened to the noises outside and felt anxious. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't even sit up until he saw Fengjiu come in.
"Ghost Doctor... It's really, really great to see you again."
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "But I didn't expect that when I saw you again, I would not see your improved strength, but your haggard appearance, dying."
Leng Shuang brought a chair and placed it beside the bed. After Feng Jiu sat down, she reached out to help him feel his pulse and said, "It seems that the demon cultivator who injured you is quite powerful. It is not easy for you to hold on until now." While speaking, she withdrew her hand and gestured, "Help your grandfather sit up."
"Okay." Wang Yu immediately stepped forward and helped his grandfather sit up.
Feng Jiu turned her palm, and a stream of spiritual energy was transferred into his body, helping him to repair the injuries in his body. After a while, she withdrew her hand, took out the silver needle and pierced the acupoints. After the blood clots in his body were dissolved, she gestured for him to lie down.
"You should be taking blood-dissolving medicine now, right? Just take it according to the prescription. I don't need to prescribe more. You will get better after a few days of recuperation." Fengjiu said, standing up.
"Ghost Doctor, what's wrong with my son? Has something happened to him?" He was still worried about his son outside, wondering what had happened to him
Feng Jiu smiled and said, "Your current health is not suitable for worrying, so don't worry about other things. Just heal your wounds first! He's fine too, I'll just ask him a few questions."
As she spoke, she looked at Wang Yu and said, "Take good care of your grandfather."
"Yes." Wang Yu responded, and when he sent them out, his eyes naturally fell on his father.
"Master Wang, let's find a place to talk!" Fengjiu said, and walked out.
Seeing this, the head of the Wang family said to Wang Yu, "Take good care of your grandfather." Then he followed Feng Jiu.
Arriving at the main courtyard, Feng Jiu looked at Patriarch Wang and asked, "Are you injured? Or, did you bump into something when you went out a few days ago?"
Patriarch Wang was startled and paused for a moment before he said, "I was on patrol with the team a few days ago and was scratched on the hand by a demon cultivator." He unbuttoned his coat and pulled it aside, revealing his arm which had turned black and purple.
Looking at that arm, Feng Jiu frowned slightly: "So the demonic energy on your body is emitted from here, no wonder it is different from other demonic cultivators. But, how could this be possible?"
She felt strange and reached out her hand to check his pulse. After a long while, she withdrew her hand and looked at him, frowning and said, "The evil energy has entered your internal organs. Moreover, the evil energy in your body seems to be contagious, like a... virus."