After hearing Yang Chengye's words, Mrs. Han's two eyes suddenly became brighter, after all, who doesn't want to die, and it's better to be alive of course.

  However, Mrs. Han still didn't quite believe that Yang Chengye, at such a young age, could actually cure her illness.

  "Child, you're comforting an old man, aren't you?"

  Mrs. Han looked at Yang Chengye and asked.

  Yang Chengye said confidently: "Old lady, don't worry, I guarantee that I can cure your illness."

  "You rest well first, I'll go prepare now."

  Yang Chengye finished speaking and gave a wink to Han Shizhong and his wife before walking out of Mrs. Han's room.

  As soon as he entered the yard, Han Shizhong asked anxiously: "Worthy nephew, are you sure you can cure your mother's illness?"

  Yang Chengye frowned and said: "It's okay, it's okay, but the old lady's illness is a bit troublesome!"

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment and said: "First, we need to find someone with the same blood type as Old Lady, then set up a sterile operating room. After that, I'll perform acupuncture on her, and she'll be back to normal. Although it's impossible to make her live past 100 years old, living into her nineties shouldn't be a problem."

  Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Han Shizhong and Han Tianlong immediately became excited.

  Han Shizhong said: "I am the son of my mother, and my blood should be the same as that of my family's mother?"

  Yang Chengye looked at Han Shizhong and said: "That's not necessarily true, the blood of ordinary children is the same as their father's, but as for their mother...".

  After hearing Yang Gong's words, Han Shizhong suddenly turned pale, with a feeling of falling from the sky to the ground.

  Yang Chengye continued: "However, Uncle Han doesn't have to worry, all of this is not certain and needs to be tested. If it really doesn't work out, we can try finding the direct blood relatives of the old lady."

  "Hearing this, Jin Shizhong hastily said: 'What are we waiting for? Let's start now!'"

  "Husband!"

  At this time, Liang Hongyu said: "It's not urgent at this moment, and it's getting late, so why don't we have dinner first and then proceed afterwards."

  "Slap"

  After hearing Liang Hongyu's words, Han Shizhong slapped his forehead and said: "You see, I was really muddled, Mrs. thought it through."

  "Come on, prepare the wine and dinner, I want to host a welcoming feast for my virtuous nephew."

  As soon as Han Shizhong's order was received, the entire Han Mansion immediately became busy, and a sumptuous banquet was quickly set up on the table.

  Han Shizhong, Liang Hongyu, Han brothers Yang Chengye and Niu Meng successively took their seats, only missing Han Bilian.

  According to Han Bi Lian's personal maid, Han Bi Lian was feeling unwell and didn't come over.

  As for Han Bi Lian, Han Shi Zhong and Liang Hong Yu were also helpless. After all, the Han family only had this one precious daughter, who was extremely pampered.

  Han Shizhong had three sons, now only two have appeared, where did the third son go?

  At the banquet, Yang Chengye asked his own questions. Han Shizhong introduced that his third son, Han Tianbiao, had been worshiping under Wuchenzi, the leader of Diancang Sect, since childhood and was currently studying in Diancang Sect, so he was not at home.

  Han Shizhong and Liang Hongyu again expressed their gratitude to Yang Chengyi for curing the old woman's illness, and Yang Chengyi smiled and politely replied a few words.

  At the same time, Yang Chengye and Han Tianlong became close friends who could talk about anything.

  As for Niu Meng defeating Han Tianhu, not only did Han Tianhu not hold a grudge, but he also praised Niu Meng's skills to the skies, laughing and calling him the reincarnation of Black Whirlwind Li Kui.

  When Hantianhu claimed to be Li Kui reincarnated, Niu Meng's originally dark face suddenly turned a deep purple color, and he loudly shouted: "Where is the Black Whirlwind as handsome as me?"

  Niu Man's words caused everyone to burst into laughter.

  Yang Chengye then consulted with Han Shizhong on the matter of treating Mrs. Han's illness.

  On the second day, Han Shizhong took his two sons and began to prepare for the construction of a sterile operating room according to Yang Chengye's instructions.

  Yang Chengye also extracted blood from the old lady and Han Shizhong for comparison, but what disappointed him was that Han Shizhong's blood was not the same as the old lady's.

  According to Yang Chengye's test, Old Lady is type A blood, while Han Shizhong is AB type blood, and it is impossible to transplant bone marrow.

  This made Han Shizhong anxious and he didn't know what to do.

  "Uncle Han."

  At this time, Yang Chengye asked: "Does the old lady have any brothers or sisters?"

  Han Shizhong thought for a moment and said, "Mother originally had five siblings, now only Mother is left in the world, the rest have all passed away due to war and chaos."

  Yang Chengye was in a dilemma, now wanting to find a bone marrow match for the old lady must find her closest blood relative, otherwise with this Song Dynasty's medical skills, where can you find a matching bone marrow in the vast sea of people?

  "Husband, have you forgotten that mother had an older brother who was adopted by uncle?"

  At this time, Liang Hongyu reminded Han Shizhong on the side.

  "Oh no!"

  Upon hearing this, Han Shizhong slapped his forehead and exclaimed loudly: "How could I have forgotten that?"

  Then he said to Yang Chengye: "Xianzhong, mother has a close brother, but he has been adopted by Shu Lao Ye, I don't know if it's possible to find him?"

  Yang Chengye nodded and said: "Even if it's a close relative, we have to test, but the probability is higher."

  Han Shizhong hesitated: "However, mother's brother has already become a monk and is no longer concerned with worldly affairs at his age."

  Yang Chengye smiled and said: "The Buddha's teachings are about compassion and kindness. If they would save someone they don't even know, how much more so their own family members!"

  "Where did this brother of Old Lady's become a monk?"

  Han Shizhong said: "In Shaolin Temple, his Buddhist name is Juewu."

  "However, Shaolin Temple is currently in the occupied area of Jin State, and it's extremely dangerous to go there!"

  Yang Chengye thought for a moment and said: "Even if it's more dangerous, we have to give it a try. Otherwise, Old Lady will not last beyond this month."

  Hearing Yang Chengye's words, Han Shizhong was suddenly shocked, but quickly calmed down and gritted his teeth: "The matter cannot be delayed, I will set out for Shaolin immediately."

  "Absolutely not!"

  Yang Chengye said, "Han Bo is in a high position, you will have some scruples in the Jin country. If you take risks personally and are known by the Jin people, they will surely kill you at all costs."

  "Why don't I go with Uncle Han instead?"

  Hearing this, Han Shizhong immediately opposed: "How can this be? Rescuing my mother is my bounden duty, and my nephew's intention has been understood by his uncle. How can I let you go?"

  Yang Chengye smiled and said: "Uncle Han, rest assured, I have a way."

  Yang Chengye paused for a moment and continued: "Uncle Han should write a letter to Juewu, and the words must be sincere."

  Han Shizhong wanted to stop him, but was comforted by Yang Chengye and finally agreed, but repeatedly warned Yang Chengye to be careful.

  Yang Chengye's trip to Shaolin Temple to invite Wuhe Monk quickly spread throughout the Han family, but everyone reacted differently.

  Han Tianlong and Han Tiantao, the two brothers, were the first to learn of this news. They rushed to find Han Shizhong and Yang Chengyi, wanting to substitute for Yang Chengyi, but a single sentence from Yang Chengyi sent them back.