Medical Sovereign

Arriving at the border of southern Yunnan, the temperature obviously changed a lot.

It was already freezing and snowy in Urumqi, and it was about 20 degrees below zero, but here it was still about 10 degrees above zero.

Even though both of them were already protected from the cold and heat, Diba still took off his coat due to someone's shameless entanglement. Who made it easier for a pervert to take advantage of her?

Ding Ning secretly regretted that it was a pity that this time he was not flying on the air wing, but flying by himself. Otherwise, he would have been able to have some air shock. Now he can only eat tofu to get rid of his addiction.

But as he got closer and closer to Luochuan Town, Ding Ning lost his charming mood. He was a little nervous and apprehensive, but also a little expectant. This was probably due to the shyness of being close to home.

Although he knew that his home had long been empty, he still thought about what might happen if his father came home.

Diba was keenly aware of the ups and downs of his mood, and gently held his hand tightly to express comfort.

Diba was still very curious and longing for the small town of Luochuan, which carried all the trajectories of Ding Ning's childhood life.

Along the way, Ding Ning proudly boasted about the beauty of the small town of Luochuan. She had no doubt about this. After all, southern Yunnan was a tourist attraction, and a remote town would definitely maintain its original beauty.

But when the two landed and looked at the dusty town with construction waste piled everywhere, Diba was immediately disappointed. It was not as beautiful as Ding Ning had described. It was just like a garbage transfer, which was unbearable to see. .

"how so?"

Ding Ning's face was full of disbelief. If the neon lights of Luochuan Town Hospital weren't still on, he would have thought he was in the wrong place.

Diba looked at him, then looked around at many construction sites that were still under construction late at night, and said suddenly: "Is it being demolished? That's why it's so chaotic."

"Demolition?"

Ding Ning looked around blankly, vaguely remembering that someone had said that Luochuan Town was going to be developed into a tourist attraction.

"Well, you see, the construction site over there is full of construction in the middle of the night. We must be rushing to meet the deadline. That's why it's like this. It should be fine after the construction is completed."

Diba said comfortingly.

Ding Ning frowned,

Although he felt that Diba's words made sense, Luochuan was a pure land in his mind. Seeing the place become like this, it had completely lost its appearance in his memory, which made him extremely depressed.

“I’ve heard that it seems that this place is going to be built into a tourist attraction, but many of the buildings here are left over from ancient times. They are antique and full of historical charm. Even if these people are engaged in developing tourist attractions, they will not Can’t we turn such a beautiful town into this horrible state?”

Ding Ning's voice was filled with suppressed anger, and he walked towards his home with a straight face.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Diba sighed softly and followed quickly. There was a wordless silence all the way.

"Ouch!"

Diba followed him with her head buried in the air, thinking about how to comfort him, but she didn't expect that Ding Ning suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help but bumped into him, and couldn't help but scream.

Normally, Ding Ning would have asked her nervously how she was doing and whether it hurt, but this time, she found that Ding Ning didn't even turn her head, and stood there clenching her fists as if struck by lightning, even Even his body was trembling slightly.

This made her extremely curious, and she followed his line of sight to a bungalow with a courtyard. All the surrounding houses were razed to the ground, and only the courtyard stood there alone, looking extremely abrupt.

Diba glanced at Ding Ning curiously. Could it be that this was his home? But why did he suddenly stop when he arrived at the door of the house, with such big mood swings?

"There is someone. There is someone at home. There is light. Could it be that... dad is back?"

Ding Ning stared at the dimly lit bungalow and said with a trembling voice.

Diba suddenly became nervous. Although she and Ding Ning had been committed for life, she had no plans to get married in a short time, and she was not ready to meet Ding Ning's parents. She hurriedly took out her bag and makeup mirror to look at herself. Makeup with or without flowers.

Ding Ning took a deep breath and walked slowly but firmly towards the courtyard. Although he could have released his spiritual consciousness to investigate, he did not do so. The greater his hope, the greater his disappointment. He was afraid that the people in the room were not old people. Dad, but someone else, would rather slowly uncover the mystery than face disappointment directly.

After all, the house had been vacant for more than five years. Who could guarantee that the people responsible for the demolition could not contact the family, so they occupied the magpie's nest and lived here temporarily.

Crunch!

The iron gate of the yard was unlocked, so Ding Ning pushed it open with a slight push, making a slight sound of rusty iron rubbing against each other.

The breathing in the room suddenly stopped, as if he was aware of the movement outside and held his breath.

Ding Ning's heart moved, and his face showed joy. The people in the room were obviously warriors and were highly alert. Could it be that his father is really back?

Tuk-tuk-tuk!

Unintentionally observing the small courtyard that held all his childhood memories, Ding Ning walked through the courtyard with Diba, who was walking behind him with a worried face, and gently knocked on the closed door.

There was no movement in the room, and there was no intention to open the door. Ding Ning wrinkled his nose and sniffed gently, and his expression suddenly changed, because he smelled a strong smell of Jinchuang medicine.

"Dad!"

Ding Ning was so anxious that he subconsciously thought that his father was injured and was hiding here to recover. He yelled and rushed in without hesitation, banging on the door.

Whoosh!

A flying knife flew straight to his face with a fierce momentum, making Diba scream in shock.

Ding Ning's heart sank, and he instantly concluded that the person in the room was definitely not his father. He would never use hidden weapons like flying knives. His only weapon was a knife, a butcher's knife.

Although the aura of the flying knife was extremely powerful, it was obviously not strong enough. An attack of this level could not threaten him. He stretched out two fingers and suddenly clamped the flying knife, staring at the old woman with chicken skin and black hair who was hiding under the shadow of an oil lamp. , asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you in my house?"

The old woman's face was pale, and there was still blood at the corner of her mouth. She was obviously injured. The previous flying knife had already affected her injury. After hearing Ding Ning's question, she was suddenly shocked, and a strange look burst out from her muddy old eyes. With a bright luster, he asked excitedly in a hoarse voice: "You said this is your home? What's your name?"

Ding Ning frowned: "I am asking you now, not you asking me, who are you and why are you in my house."

A flash of suspicion flashed in the old woman's eyes, and she stared at Ding Ning and asked eagerly: "Little kid, are you sure this is your home?"

"certainly."

Ding Ning replied affirmatively, but the look he looked at the old woman had an evil look in his eyes. This person was moving strangely and was seriously injured. I'm afraid he was not a kind person.

"Then let me ask you, is your surname Ding?"

The old woman asked excitedly, her body trembling slightly.

"Who are you? How do you know my surname is Ding?"

Ding Ning's expression suddenly changed, and he looked at her warily and asked.

"Your surname is Ding. Is your surname really Ding?"

The old woman's whole body was trembling violently, and the look she looked at Ding Ning was full of surprise and love, leaving him at a loss.

"Son, let me ask you, is your father's name Ding Lie?"

The old woman took an emotional step forward and asked hopefully.

"Ding Lie?"

Ding Ning shook his head blankly: "My father's name is not Ding Lie, his name is Ding Wuyan."

"Instead of calling him Ding Lie, call him Ding Wuyan? Isn't he called Lie'er?"

The old woman frowned, her eyes full of disappointment, but she quickly thought of something and reached into her arms.

Only then did Ding Ning realize that the old woman was wearing black ancient clothes, not modern clothes. He immediately stood in front of Diba calmly. Although the old woman posed no threat to him, Diba had no combat experience. It would be bad if he was hurt by this old woman.

"Child, look at this photo, is it your dad?"

Unexpectedly, the old woman took out a yellowed photo from her arms and handed it to Ding Ning.

Ding Ning was very curious, and while secretly on guard, he reached out and took the photo.

Looking at the energetic young man in the photo, Ding Ning was shocked all over and looked at the old woman in shock: "Who are you? How come there are photos of my dad when he was young?"

Although the man in the photo was much younger than his father, and his face did not have the horrific cross scar on his father's face, he still recognized it at a glance. It was definitely a photo of his father when he was young.

His father never took pictures, and he didn't even have a picture of his father. He didn't expect that this old woman actually had a picture of his father when he was young. This caused an uproar in his heart. Who is this old woman? Why are there pictures of dad when he was young?

"Are you sure he is your father?"

The old woman was trembling all over, with tears of excitement welling up in her eyes. Her eyes looking at Ding Ning became more and more kind, as if she were looking at her own child, but she still asked cautiously.

Ding Ning realized that the old woman in front of him definitely had some kind of close relationship with his father, and immediately nodded without hesitation: "Although my father's face is disfigured, I am sure that this is a photo of my father when he was young. "

"Disfigured?"

The old woman's eyes suddenly widened, a terrifying light erupted, and she asked angrily: "Who, who ruined my son's face?"

"ah?"

Ding Ning opened his mouth in shock and stared at the old woman dumbfounded, wondering if he had heard wrongly. What did she call daddy? son? Could it be that she is his grandmother?

No, it's impossible. When he was growing up, he never heard his father mention his grandma. He once asked him who his grandparents were, but his father said with a straight face that they had died a long time ago. Why did he suddenly jump up again? A grandma came out.

"puff!"

The old woman was already seriously injured. At this moment, her emotional fluctuations caused the injury. She spat out a mouthful of blood, fell to the ground, and passed out.

"Red flame snake venom?"

Ding Ning blurted out in shock, and in a flash, he came to the old woman's side and tried his best to detoxify her.

Although it is not yet confirmed whether the old woman is his grandmother, since she has photos of her father when he was young, she must have some kind of relationship with him, so how could he not save her even if he died.

What's more, Batur's killer almost poisoned Qisha with red flame snake venom two days ago. I don't know whose poison this old woman was poisoned. Is this extremely rare monster poison already so widespread? Or does it mean that the person who injured the old woman has some kind of special relationship with the killer in Batur?

Diba was confused by this sudden situation, but he also realized that the old woman might be Ding Ning's grandmother, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to boil water.

Judging from the cobwebs all over the kitchen and the thick dust on the cooking utensils, it seemed that the old woman had just moved in, probably less than a day.

Diba, who had always kept his fingers clean, immediately rolled up his sleeves and prepared to clean the kettle and boil water. Only then did he realize that no one had lived there for five years. The water and electricity had been cut off a long time ago. The old woman also lit an oil lamp for lighting.

She shrugged helplessly, thinking of showing off in front of Ding Ning's possible relatives, but in the end, she was not given any room to use her skills.