Hearing this, Butler Ling hesitated for a moment.

If it was Ying Zijin before, she should not be involved in this kind of thing.

But now she is still the number one genius in the ancient medical world, and everyone in the Ling family has reached a high level.

"The young master was slightly injured when he was sparring with other guards in the Judiciary Hall." Butler Ling still said, "But the master and his wife have invited ancient doctors to see him. It's okay."

"It looks like you're injured." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I'll go take a look."

"Miss Ying!" Butler Ling was anxious and raised his hand to stop her.

But for just a moment, he felt like his whole body was numb, and he couldn't exert his inner strength.

By the time he regained his mobility, the girl had already entered the back room from the hall.

The servants of the Ling Chonglou faction of the Ling family all know Ying Zijin, so naturally they will not stop her.

Butler Ling hurriedly followed, without even having time to think about what happened just now.

The Ling family is different from other ancient martial arts and medicine families. The design of the houses tends to be modern, simple and luxurious, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

In Jiang Ran's bedroom.

Ling Zhonglou, Jiang Huaping and Ling Mianxi are all here.

The three people sat beside the bed, looking solemn.

On the bed, Jiang Ran was lying there, with several layers of gauze wrapped around his head.

The bleeding has stopped, but the terrifying scarlet color can still be seen.

"Master, madam, I have stabilized the young master's injury." The ancient doctor wiped his sweat and took out the golden needle, "But his head suffered a big impact. Will he wake up?

An unknown quantity.”

Jiang Huaping's voice was very soft, and tears suddenly fell down: "Unknown number?"

"It depends on his will to survive." The ancient doctor was also embarrassed, "Madam, my medical skills are not good, I feel ashamed."

Ancient doctors are only one percent of the number of ancient warriors, and the powerful ancient doctors are all occupied by the big families in the ancient martial arts world.

For a medium-sized family like the Ling family, it would be good to have a group of resident ancient doctors.

If he had been replaced by an ancient doctor from the Heavenly Medicine Sect, he could have easily revived Jiang Ran.

Jiang Huaping is such a strong person. Even though he doesn't know ancient martial arts, he still dares to face the enemy alone.

Ying Zijin has seen Jiang Huaping so many times, and she is always smiling, even if she is injured.

But now, she is crying.

Ying Zijin stepped forward and asked again: "What's going on?"

"I'll go pick him up from the guards of the Hall of Justice in the evening." Ling Mianxi exhaled slowly, "All the fifth-level guards he's friends with told me that they haven't seen him since lunch."

The Judicial Hall provides food, accommodation and vacation time.

Each guard can have one day off per week.

Tomorrow it would be Jiang Ran's turn to rest, so she would pick him up.

"I asked several times, and finally I asked a steward who said he was practicing martial arts in the back mountain, and then I went over to take a look." Ling Mianxi whispered, "He was lying on the ground, and the blood on his head had solidified."

"I didn't dare to touch him for fear of injuring him, so I had to call two ancient doctors from home to carry him back."

Just by listening, Ying Zijin knew how seriously Jiang Ran was injured.

She paused with her hands, rolled up her sleeves, and sat down: "Aunt Jiang, Uncle Ling, let me show him."

Only then did Jiang Huaping realize that there was an extra person in the room. He raised his head suddenly and said in shock: "Zijin, you——"

When he heard this, the ancient doctor on the side suddenly jumped up: "Miss Ying? Are you Miss Ying?!"

What virtue and ability does he have, to be able to see the greatest genius in the ancient medical world here?

After Ying Zijin disinfected his hands with alcohol: "Needle."

The ancient doctor quickly handed over a new box of gold and silver needles.

He watched intently as the girl dropped one golden needle after another, trying to determine which acupuncture point it was.

But in the end, the girl dropped the needle so fast that the ancient doctor was dazzled and even fainted.

But this acupuncture method reminded ancient doctors of the records in books.

He was surprised: "Miss Ying used the Thirteen Needles of Gui Men?"

The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect is the secret skill of the Heavenly Medicine Sect.

"Yeah." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I haven't used it for a long time, so I'm not very familiar with it."

After she finished administering the acupuncture, she took out two more pills and asked Ling Zhonglou to give them to Jiang Ran.

Thirty minutes later, Ying Zijin removed the needle.

After a few minutes, Jiang Ran slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing the light again, he still felt a little unreal.

Jiang Ran looked at Ling Zhonglou and then at Ying Zijin, stunned: "My two dads?"

Ling Mianxi breathed a sigh of relief.

If you can be funny, it means your brain is normal.

Ling Zhonglou's voice slowed down and became soft and low: "Who did it? Tell dad."

Jiang Ran finally came to his senses.

But he kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

Ling Zhonglou patiently said: "Don't worry about anything else, tell dad quickly."

Jiang Ran still didn't say anything.

Ying Zijin also looked at him: "Tell me, who did it."

Jiang Ran opened his mouth, lowered his head, and spoke reluctantly: "Qiao family, Qiao Dong."

"Qiao family?" Ling Zhonglou didn't care that Jiang Ran gave in so quickly. He frowned, "Is it the Qiao family that is affiliated with the Fan family?"

The Fan family is a big family in the ancient martial arts world.

Although it is not as good as Lin, Xie, and Yue, it is still ranked in the top ten.

Jiang Ran nodded dullly: "Well, he is eighty years old, I can't beat him."

After Jiang Huaping heard this, he laughed angrily: "You are eighty years old. You are bullying my son who is not even twenty. Do you think the Qiao family still needs shame?"

Generally, older ancient warriors would not interfere in matters between the juniors.

Except for the Xie family, no one really dares to offend the Xie family.

Ying Zijin asked again: "Why did he hit you?"

"Just... it's the weekend arena match." Jiang Ran said in a low voice, "The guard I'm fighting against is Qiao Ting. He is Qiao Dong's nephew. Qiao Dong wants me to withdraw from the arena match in order to let his nephew win. I

If I didn't agree, he said he would kill me."

Jiang Huaping was so angry that his fingers trembled: "His nephew is also in his fifties or sixties, right?"

Jiang Ran nodded again.

Ying Zijin nodded slightly, his expression still calm: "Okay, I understand."

Ling Mianxi stood up slowly, clenching her fingers and looking coldly: "Qiao Dong, right? I'll kill him!"

She grew up being pampered, and Jiang Ran even more so.

Ever since he was little, Jiang Ran has been a bit lawless.

But he is kind by nature and has never been hurt like this before.

"Mianxi!" Jiang Huaping pulled her and spoke seriously, "Mianxi, you can't go. There are too many people watching you, and you absolutely can't go in an open and honest manner."

"Yes, sister." Jiang Ran coughed a few times, "It's okay if I get injured a little. If something happens to you, what will the Ling family do?"

"What else? Just to see you get beaten? I can't swallow this breath." Ling Mianxi frowned, "But it makes sense, I can't go openly, I go secretly."

Ying Zijin crossed his arms: "Well, I'll go with you secretly."

Ling Zhonglou: "..."

Jiang Huaping: "..."

Jiang Ran: "???"

WTF?

"The Qiao family still has to go." Ling Zhonglou stood up, "You don't want to go, I'll go take a look."

Jiang Huaping's expression changed and he grabbed his clothes: "Chonglou."

"It's okay." Ling Zhonglou reassured him, "Xiao Hua, I'll be fine."
To be continued...