Next street is Eleventh Street.

After the battle on Eleventh Street was over, Duanmuya hurriedly left after seeing Ye Nongying descend from the stage. Duanmu Yawang originally wanted to talk to her about Xiao Wuzheng, but it was too late.

After Duanmu Yawang's fight, someone found her.

Duanmu Ya looked at it and found that they were Song Yiyao, Ye Yushu, Yin Qineng, and Lin Mujin.

This time, when a few people showed up, they still took them with them.

Among them, Song Yiyao's face was very ugly.

Even Ye Yushu, Yin Qineng, and Lin Mujin's faces were very solemn.

Duanmu Ya looked at them and frowned, "You guys are looking for me?"

"Correctly speaking, Yi Yao has something to ask you." Ye Yushu, who had been hippie smiling before, said calmly: "We are all waiting for you to help."

Duanmu Yawang pursed her lips: "Everyone, I have to go to the next street fight. I really don't have time..."

"we know."

Song Yiyao calmly interrupted Duanmu Yawang's words, "We have asked you, so naturally we won't embarrass you. You have come here to participate in the fight for a long time. You must have your purpose. You value this fight, right?"

"Yes." Song Yiyao's words made Duanmu Yawang feel relieved.

"We all have things and people that we value. I understand you very well, so naturally I won't embarrass you." Song Yiyao stared at her as he said, "So, I brought the patient."

Brought the patient?

Duanmu Yawang was a little stunned, "Didn't it mean that the patient is very ill? Or are you actually from 11th Street?"

Under normal circumstances, the patient is not suitable to move in this situation.

Therefore, these may be people from Eleventh Street.

"We are not here."

Song Yiyao shook his head and said, "But, my brother really needs your treatment. If the mountain doesn't come, we can only come to the mountain, so please Ms. Duanmu, you must help me see the patient."

Duanmu Yawang frowned: "I don't have much time now, and it takes time to see patients, so..."

Song Yiyao said, "The patient is in a room not far from the Tenth Street. Just spend some time to understand the condition."

After that, Song Yiyao said again: "Miss Duanmu, Song sincerely asks you to help me. If you need it in the future, Song will definitely help me!"

"All right."

Duanmu Yawang nodded, "You lead the way."

Under normal circumstances, Duanmu Yawang would not help, but Song Yiyao was really good. She looked cold, but she had a very good attitude. As long as it did not affect the fight, she was still willing to help.

Little Bailu was a little worried, pulled Duanmu Yawang's sleeves, and whispered to her, "Sister, what if these people have other purposes? What if you follow them and can't come back?"

Yin Huiyin said, "I think these people are not the evil ones. It should be fine. Saving a life is better than building a seventh-level buddha. Besides, I am still here. Don't worry about it so much."

Duanmu Yawang: "I feel so too."

So, the group went to what Song Yiyao said, don't care, in order to save time, they still took the carriage.

Moreover, the carriage is not an ordinary horse, it has fast feet, and can run in the air, and the carriage stopped in less than a quarter of an hour before and after.

The carriage stopped in front of the house.

The so-called leave it alone, Duanmu Yawang had also been with Third Master Ning before, but leave it alone, it looked much more domineering compared to the leave it was before.

Regardless of whether a building can be built like this, Duanmu Yawang feels that Song Yiyao's identity is not simple.

After getting off the carriage and up the steps, the gatekeeper respectfully called Song Yiyao.

Song Yiyao nodded, "Open the door."

"Yes."

The gatekeeper responded and opened the door quickly, and everyone walked in.

There are small bridges and flowing water, there are birds and flowers, the environment is beautiful, and it is very beautiful. Walking along the way, everyone does not speak much. He walked around the corridor for a while. A middle-aged man in his forties with a small sheep beard. Had a face-to-face with them.

Seeing Song Yiyao, the middle-aged man hurriedly called to his master, and said anxiously: "You can count back. I don't know if it is because of the fatigue of the boat and the truck. The young master has been coughing since he was sent to the room. It's blood, and the blood is black and smelly. There is so much blood in the bowl. After coughing, the young master fainted on the spot, and now there is only a trace of breath!"

When speaking, the man also wiped a tear.

"Shirao, Xi Yao has become so serious?" The other people were worried.

Butler?

Duanmu Yawang frowned, what the **** is this?

This person looked more like a butler.

These people are called a steward... a steward?

Somehow, Duanmu Yawang felt that this name was always magical.

"Yes."

The deacon said with red eyes: "I have asked a doctor to see it, and the doctor also said that the young master is going to die soon."

Song Yiyao pursed his lips and said coldly, "Quack doctor!"

"Uh!"

The Shishi remembered that his master did not like to hear any bad news about the young master, and he did not dare to say any more. Yu Guang also happened to catch a glimpse of Duanmu Yawang. He was taken aback when he saw her hair color and asked in amazement: "This, Who is this lady?"

"My genius doctor."

"The genius doctor?" The deacon was dumbfounded, pointing to Duanmu Yawang and said in disbelief: "Does the master mean this young lady? But how could it be possible for such a young lady to think that she is..."

"You are too rude." Song Yiyao twisted his eyebrows and said unhappily: "Why have we treated guests like this?"

"Feel sorry!"

The deacon immediately stood up and bowed and apologized to Duanmu Yawang: "The subordinate is rude, and I hope that the genius doctor will not be offended."

Duanmu Yawang shook his head: "It's okay." However, didn't it mean that the whole exile street had heard of her? The deacon cared about his master so much, he must be very concerned about the genius doctors on the whole street.

Why are you so surprised at her appearance that you haven't heard of her?

Song Yiyao urged: "Xiu wants to talk more, take us to Xiyaona soon."

"Yes!"

The deacon replied, and led Duanmu Ya to look forward to them hurriedly.

Before entering the room, as soon as he reached the door of the room, Duanmu Yawang smelled a stench of blood.

Song Yiyao and the others were accustomed to it, and they didn't pay attention. They walked into the room with solemn expressions. They brought Duanmu Yawang to a bed, and Duanmu Yawang also saw the patient.

The patient is young, looking at the age of thirteen or fourteen, his skin is sickly white, and the whole person is very thin. Even so, he can still see that his facial features are excellent and he is a beautiful boy.

Song Yiyao looked at Duanmuya and said, "The little brother is bothering Miss Duanmu."

"polite."

Duanmuya looked forward to answering, stretched out her hand to lift the quilt, held the young man's wrist, and asked while pulsed: "When did the patient begin to develop symptoms? How about the symptoms?"

"About a year ago."

It was the deacon who spoke, and he said: "I watched the little master grow up since he was a child, and his subordinates have been taking care of daily life. He used to be very well-behaved and obedient, but somehow, since a year ago, The temper becomes irritable and always loves the temper.

Moreover, the little master has always listened to what he said, respected him very much, listened to everything he said, and cultivated very hard, and wanted to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him one day.

However, since his temper became anxious, he didn't like to practice anymore. He loved to be in a daze and lost his temper all day, his eyes became weird and low, and no one wanted to approach, especially strangers, who always felt full of each other. Malicious, you must check everything you eat, even if the Lord himself brought it back to eat, it would be like this. In other words, he felt that the Lord had harmed him. I don't believe it. "

"Other than that?" Duanmu Ya squinted her eyes, "Is there any situation of talking to herself and dialogue in the air?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" The director nodded repeatedly, "Anyway, it is very strange, and there are always some inexplicable conclusions and incidents, and I don't know where he came from."

"Many things he said, he himself firmly believes that they are right, but in fact they are not. Many things are actually illogical and cannot stand scrutiny at all, right?"

"Right, right, right!" The director was stunned: "Miss Duanmu, how do you know this?"

Duanmu Yawang did not answer, and continued to ask: "Is the little master sometimes normal and calm, no different from before?"