Mr. Zhao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded quickly:

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there now!"

After saying that, he led Uncle Jiu Nanchen and others to leave the hall.

After a while, I arrived at a unique courtyard.

From a distance, I heard the "whimper" crying in the house.

"This cry?"

Uncle Jiu asked.

Mr. Zhao sighed:

“This is my inner fellow.

After my son had an accident, he cried every day.

Tears were almost crying…”

As he said that, he had arrived at the door.

Then push the door open:

"Madam, Uncle Jiu is here."

At the same time, Uncle Jiu, Nanchen and others also entered the room.

As soon as Nanchen entered the room, he saw a middle-aged woman.

Middle-aged woman lying beside the bed and is relatively obese.

It is not much different from Mr. Zhao's body shape.

But at this moment, my eyes were red and swollen, and my face was sad.

Behind him, there was a young woman standing, probably a maid.

When he saw Uncle Jiu and others coming, he quickly got up:

"Nine, Uncle Jiu, you want to save my son!

He is only twenty years old and will be getting married next month..."

Mrs. Zhao cried and was very sad.

Uncle Jiu didn't finish speaking, but just walked towards the bed.

Nanchen, Qiusheng and others also walked over.

But as soon as I arrived at the bed, I was shocked by the man on the bed.

I saw the man on the bed, with a yellowish complexion and a dark look on his face.

The arms exposed with the quilt were so thin that they were only a layer of skin left.

Even the hair on my head fell a lot and looked very sparse.

The breathing is also very weak.

It's like an old man in the evening, and he doesn't have much time.

It is hard to imagine seeing such a scene.

This is just a 20-year-old young man.

Wencai even exclaimed:

"It's over, I'm so thin, I'm afraid I'm not saved!"

When Mr. Zhao and Mrs. Zhao heard this, their faces changed suddenly:

"Ah! Me, my son is out of salvation?"

"Nine, Uncle Jiu, you must think of a solution!"

Uncle Jiu glared at Wencai at this moment.

Wen was so scared that he hurriedly turned around and knew that he had said the wrong thing again.

At the same time, he spoke:

"Master Zhao, don't worry, Mrs. Zhao, I will find a way."

Nanchen was carefully observing this Mr. Zhao.

At the same time, he turned his back to Mr. Zhao, and Mrs. Zhao asked:

"How heavy was Mr. Zhao before?"

Mr. Zhao sighed:

"Three days ago, my son was over 170 pounds, which was considered fat.

Yes, that's it.

In just a few days, it became like this..."

Mr. Zhao was heartbroken.

Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but burst into tears:

"Son, son.

You can't leave your mother behind!

If you go, Mom doesn’t want to live anymore.”

After saying that, he lay down beside the man's bed and cried again.

The maid and Mr. Zhao next to him couldn't even persuade him.

Nanchen had raised his eyebrows and made a judgment.

At this time, he spoke in a low voice to Uncle Jiu:

“Master, if I read it right.

Mr. Zhao is probably really plagued by monsters.

Moreover, the essence was sucked in.
Chapter completed!