The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

Yan Jiuchao grew up in calculations, without the protection of his parents, he suffered a lot of injuries, but this was the first time that it was so terrible. When Ying Shisan held him in his arms, he almost suspected that he was dead .

The Witch King is their last trump card. If even he can't heal the young master, then the young master doesn't need to cure the poison.

"Is there no way to cure it?" Yu Wan asked, looking at the Witch King firmly.

The Witch King said: "If it's just the damage caused by the self-explosion, it won't be irreparable."

If the dantian is broken, he just needs to reshape him; if the tendon is broken, he just needs to connect it for him. Although it is a bit tricky, it is not enough with his current strength.

"Is there any other harm?" Yu Wan asked puzzled.

The Witch King said: "I think you are very clear about the situation of the Holy King. The Holy King possesses all the skills of the Soul Rakshasa in his body, and the Soul Rakshasa has devoured the skills of many masters... Such a Holy King exploded. It is very dangerous, logically, he would be blown to nothing, but why do you think he is still alive?"

Ying Liu blinked: "Could it be... isn't it because the young master dodged in time?"

This is an obvious guess, anyone would think so, and the Witch King is no exception, but he actually questioned it, which shows that the situation at that time was not the case.

Ying Liu and the others looked at the Witch King.

The Witch King snorted lightly: "As far as his inner strength of the Longevity Art is concerned, no matter how much he dodges, he can't dodge it, unless—"

Speaking of this, the Witch King's voice paused, but Yu Wan's expression became serious, and she took over the conversation: "Unless he has other skills in his body that can compete with Soul Rakshasa."

"That's right." The Witch King gave Yu Wan an appreciative look.

"But...Yan Jiuchao didn't know martial arts before, and he got the formula of longevity from the ghost king. Afterwards, he practiced some skills, but he didn't see him practice other skills..." Yu Wan was Yan Jiuchao's bedside person , facing him day and night, how could he not know what martial arts he practiced?

"We can testify that the young master really only knows the formula of longevity." Ying Liu said, pointing fingers.

The Witch King didn't explain in words, but stretched out his knuckle-boned fingers, and tapped lightly between Yan Jiuchao's brows.

In an instant, everyone felt an unusually familiar breath blowing towards their faces.

Ying Thirteen frowned: "Soul Rakshasa?!"

Shadow Six gasped!

That's right, it's the breath of Soul Rakshasa!

He thought he had made a mistake, but since Ying Shisan said so, it must be true.

How could this be?

What did Soul Rakshasa do to the young master?

Why does the young master have the aura of soul rakshasa on his body?

The Witch King sighed and said, "After Hun Luosha blew himself up, the power in his body was originally intended to destroy Yan Jiuchao, but for some reason, a considerable part of it was absorbed by Yan Jiuchao, precisely because of the absorption of these skills , Only then did he resist the self-explosion attack, but these skills are too powerful, destroying his dantian and tendons, so I really don't know whether it is his luck... or his misfortune."

Everyone didn't expect the truth to be like this, and they didn't know what to say for a while.

Yu Wan said seriously: "Tell me the truth, how can I save him?"

The Witch King paused, looked at her and said, "Are you trying to save his life, or his people?"

"What do you mean?" Yu Wan asked.

The Witch King glanced at the unconscious Yan Jiuchao: "He has absorbed a lot of power in his body, among them is the Soul Raksha. Now, the Soul Raksha's skill is damaged, and he can't hold back the skills of those masters. , I help him nourish the power of the soul Rakshasa, and he may become the body of the Rakshasa."

Yu Wan lowered her eyes: "In other words, he will become a soul rakshasa, right?"

The Witch King looked at her sympathetically: "Yes, if he becomes a soul rakshasa, he will naturally be able to suppress the skills of those masters, but then he will no longer be Yan Jiuchao."

Yu Wan's hand buried under her wide sleeve turned into a fist: "What if... another situation?"

The Witch King said: "Another situation is that I suppress the breath of Soul Rakshasa and try to force the power of Soul Rakshasa out of his body. He will not become Soul Rakshasa, but the skills of those masters who stay in his body will will kill him slowly."

There is no way to even reshape the dantian, because the speed of his reshaping is far behind the speed of the destruction of those skills.

The Witch King sighed again: "I understand this is difficult, you don't have to make a choice right away, Jin'er, come out with me."

"Yeah." Zhou Jin went out with the Witch King tactfully.

Only Yu Wan and Ying Shisan were left in the room.

The three were silent, and no one spoke.

The situation that happened to the Witch King happened to them. They once complained about the Witch King. Why did they know that the Holy King had become another soul rakshasa, and they deceived themselves into thinking that the Holy King was still the original her? Now, they again I can't complain anymore.

It's true that the stone didn't hit my foot, and I never knew how painful it was.

If they choose to let the young master become a soul rakshasa, what is the difference from the original witch king?

But if they didn't make such a choice, how could they be willing to watch the young master die?

"I..." Ying Liu knew that he shouldn't have spoken earlier than Yu Wan, but he couldn't hold back, "I would rather the young master live, no matter if he is a soul rakshasa or not! He is young master Yan, I follow him! He is Soul Rakshasa, and I follow him too! If he wants my life, I will give it to him too!"

Shadow Thirteen...won't it be the same idea?

No matter how sensible a person is, it is only because he has not encountered anything that makes him not calm.

At this moment, they all understood the Witch King.

After the young master became a soul rakshasa, it may not only endanger them, but also the people around them, but none of these can shake their determination to let the young master survive.

"Young Madam, you make the decision." Ying Shisan said, although he hoped that the young master would survive, the real decision-maker is the Young Madam.

"Okay, please bring the Witch King here." Yu Wan said softly.

Ying Liu went out and called Wu Wang and Zhou Jin over.

"Have you made a decision so quickly?" the Witch King asked.

Yu Wan nodded, and fixedly looked into the eyes of the Witch King: "I don't want him to become a soul rakshasa."

The complexions of Ying Six and Ying Thirteen changed at the same time.

The Witch King looked at the two, and then at Yu Wan: "Are you sure?"

Yu Wan stroked her protruding belly with one hand, and said with a sore throat, "I'm sure."

She took Yan Jiuchao's hand with the other hand, "He is a good young master, a good husband, and even a good father. In his heart, there is something more important than life. The person he wants to protect eventually becomes the person he himself wants to kill."

She has seen the way the Holy King treats the Witch King and Zhou Jin, and Yan Jiuchao, who has become a Soul Raksha, will treat her and several children in the same way.

She is not afraid of death, losing him will make her life worse than death, but at the same time she also deeply understands that Yan Jiuchao is absolutely unwilling to become such a husband and father.

She is his wife, and she honors his legacy.

"I hope you can understand me." Yu Wan said to Ying Thirteen and Ying Six.

Ying Liu lowered his head sadly.

Ying Shisan held his hand, and said with red eyes, "We listen to the Young Madam."

Ying Liu gripped Ying Shisan's fingers tightly, tears streaming down his face.

The Witch King sighed with emotion: "You guys... go outside and wait for me."

"I'll stay." Zhou Jin said.

"Alright." One more little witch king, one more hope of success.

"Young Madam, go back to your room and rest first, I will let you know if there is any news." After leaving the room, Ying Shisan whispered to Yu Wan.

Yu Wan shook her head: "No, I'll wait for him here."

Opposite the house is a small courtyard planted with peach trees. There is a stone table and several stone benches in the courtyard. Ying Shisan brought a cushion and placed it on the stone bench for Yu Wan to sit on.

Ping'er woke up early, they were in the room just now, she didn't dare to go in and disturb them, at this time Yu Wan sat down outside, she hurried to serve her.

Yu Wan's complexion was not quite right, and Ying Liu and Ying Shisan's expressions were not much better.

Ping'er didn't dare to ask more questions, so she went to the kitchen to bring a pot of hot water and made Yu Wan her favorite rose tea.

Ping'er's tea making skills are really not flattering, but at this juncture, no one is going to pick anything.

Yu Wan held the hot tea in her hand, tears rolled in her eyes.

Ping'er was terrified, she has been with the young lady for so long, she has never seen the young lady lose her composure, what's wrong with the young lady? No, I should ask the young master what happened?

Ping'er wanted to ask Ying Liu and Ying Thirteen, and saw that their eyes were also red.

Could it be... is it that the young master can't save him?

An hour later, Zhou Jin's door opened.

Yu Wanteng stood up!

"Young madam! Be careful!" Ping'er hurriedly protected her stomach, for fear that she might throw the child out with too much force!

The Witch King and Zhou Jin came out, their faces pale to the extreme, and it seemed that fighting with Soul Rakshasa's skills drained their witch power.

"What's the matter?" Yu Wan asked, pinching her fingers tightly. She hoped that they would succeed, but she was afraid of their success.

The Witch King opened his mouth: "We..."