Han Bi Lian let out another shriek, this time falling even harder than before, the pain distorting her face.

  Han Shizhong has been fighting on the battlefield for decades, and his eyes are not to be underestimated. From Yang Chengye's brief and casual defeat of Han Bi Lian twice, it can be seen that he is a deeply hidden mastermind. Otherwise, Niu Mang would not have willingly accepted him as their leader.

  Han Bi Lian endured the pain, using her sword to prop herself up from the ground, swaying unsteadily as she got back to her feet, and once again raised her long sword, revealing a desperate stance.

  Yang Chengye manipulated his internal energy and moved his right hand's index finger towards Han Bi Lian's long sword in her hand.

  "what's up?"

  A crisp sound, Han Bi Lian's long sword in her hand broke off at the root, leaving only the hilt.

  Yang Chengye's move has a hint of Huang Yaoshi's Finger Pointing Divine Technique.

  Seeing this scene, Han Shizhong's face changed greatly, and he immediately shouted: "Enough! Bi Lian is not allowed to be rude, hurry up and retreat!"

  Han Shizhong saw that Yang Chengye had a warning tone, if Han Bi Lian continued to be reckless, the next move wouldn't just be snapping the long sword in two, but would instead snap towards Han Bi Lian herself.

  Although Han Tianlong and Han Tiantao did not know what had happened, they also saw Yang Chengye's skill, which was fundamentally not something that Han Bi Lian could handle, and their faces changed greatly.

  Han Bi Lian dropped the hilt of her sword and came to Han Shi Zhong's side, pulling on his arm and shaking it: "Dad, he bullied me, you must stand up for me!"

  Han Shizhong smiled again and said: "Girl, stop messing around, come quickly to meet your husband!"

  At this time, Han Bi Lian also knew that the little scoundrel in front of her was actually her husband. She looked up at Liang Hong Yu, hoping to see a negative answer from her mother's eyes, but Liang Hong Yu's gaze disappointed her.

  Han Bi Lian stamped her foot and shouted: "I'd rather die than marry him!"

  Han Bi Lian finished speaking and ran out of the hall in tears, leaving only the four members of the Han family staring at each other with Yang Cheng Ye and Niu Mao.

  Han Shizhong smiled wryly and said to Yang Chengye: "This girl has been spoiled by me, don't blame her, my virtuous nephew!"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said, "Miss Han is also a sentimental person."

  "Shall we settle on this marriage first?"

  Han Shizhong looked at Yang Chengye and sought his opinion.

  "Husband!"

  At this time, Liang Hongyu, who had been silent all along, suddenly said: "In my opinion, there's no rush for this matter. Let Bi Lian and Cheng Ye get in touch with each other first before deciding."

  "Alright!"

  Han Shizhong thought for a moment and said: "However, Bi Lian must marry Cheng Ye, this is beyond doubt."

  Liang Hongyu also nodded and said: "This is natural, Cheng Ye is a talented person, and he is still low-key, only he can subdue Bi Lian."

  After a pause, Liang Hongyu continued: "However, husband, mother's illness seems to have worsened again. Can you invite a famous doctor today?"

  When he heard this, Han Shizhong's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he sighed: "Not even the princess of Liang Wang's illness has been treated by a famous doctor."

  "If we can't invite him again tomorrow, I think we have no choice but to ask Tianbiao to get his master involved."

  Having heard Han Shizhong's words, Liang Hongyu also sighed and said: "This is also an inevitable measure!"

  "Husband, you all chat first, I'll go back to the house to see Mother."

  Liang Hongyu said with a nod of apology to Yang Chengye and left the hall.

  When Yang Cheng heard that Han Shizhong's mother was ill, he frowned and said: "Mr. Han, I don't know what illness the old lady has contracted? Why can't she be cured for a long time?"

  When he heard this, Han Shizhong's face showed a sorrowful expression, and finally sighed and said: "My father passed away when I was very young, it was my mother who raised me up with hardship."

  Later I joined the army and went to the battlefield, until the imperial court moved south that I brought my mother back to the mansion, but unexpectedly my mother didn't enjoy good days for a few days before contracting a serious illness.

  "I've consulted many famous doctors but none of them can diagnose what illness my mother has contracted, it's really..."

  Han Shizhong couldn't say another word after saying this.

  Yang Chengye didn't expect Han Shizhong to be a filial son after all, and after some thought, he said: "Uncle Han, may I go see the old lady?"

  Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong's eyes lit up instantly and he hastily asked: "Noble nephew, can you cure my mother's illness?"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said, "That also depends on me taking a look at the patient."

  It wasn't until then that Han Shizhong reacted, hastily getting up and forgetting his identity, pulling Yang Chengye to quickly walk towards the back hall.

  In the back hall, Mrs. Han's bedroom, Liang Hongyu sat by the window, watching her increasingly frail mother-in-law sighing and lamenting.

  An old lady with white hair on both sides of her temples, thin and bony, about seventy years old, opened her cloudy eyes and said: "Children, my days are numbered, you'd better prepare for the aftermath as soon as possible."

  Li Hongyu forced a smile and said: "What are you talking about, Mother? Shizhong has already gone to invite famous doctors, and you will be able to recover soon!"

  "Ah!"

  Mrs. Han sighed: "You don't have to comfort me either, I know my own body."

  "My daughter also knows you're all filial, but life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in heaven, I've long since let it go!"

  "Mother!"

  At this time, Han Shizhong pulled Yang Chengye in and said: "The child has found the divine doctor, you will recover soon."

  After hearing Han Shizhong's words, Liang Hongyu hastily looked over and when she saw Yang Chengyi, she was immediately disappointed, thinking that Han Shizhong was referring to the heart of Madame Wang.

  Mrs. Han also saw Yang Chengye and said: "You child, you're making fun of your mother again."

  "What can a little kid cure? You should be content with having this kind of heart for your mother."

  Han Shizhong came to the old lady's window and said, "Mother, just believe in me this once. I've seen Chengye's medical skills, it should be fine. Let's just give it a try, we don't have anything to lose anyway."

  Others who heard what Han Shizhong said thought he was just being reckless and impulsive, but Mrs. Han just smiled and didn't mind.

  "Take over quickly!"

  Han Shizhong hastily urged Yang Chengye.

  Yang Chengye sat in front of the bed, stretched out two fingers to press on Mrs. Han's pulse, and slowly input his internal energy into her body.

  Blood vessels blocked, cancer invaded bone, this is a sign of cancer, and it's rare bone cancer.

  Modern medicine wants to treat bone cancer, can replace bone marrow, as long as find the same blood type person, will be cured after receiving the bone marrow.

  But in ancient times there were no medical instruments or diagnostic equipment, and if you got bone cancer it was basically a death sentence from the King of Hell.

  Yang Chengye observed Mrs. Han's condition while thinking about how to treat her.

  About half a stick of incense later, Yang Chengye opened his eyes and said to Mrs. Han: "Mrs. Han, I have learned about your illness, it's not a serious disease, as long as I treat you, you will be able to recover within three months."

  After hearing Yang Gong's words, the cloudy eyes of Mrs. Han suddenly became bright, and even Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu, and the Han brothers all showed joy on their faces.