Seeing that Song Muyi was a little excited, Song's father walked up and said in a deep voice: "Muyi, what can I say slowly? The key is, can you confirm your current physical condition?"

"Yes, of course,"

Song Muyi turned his head and replied: "I think it's very good, I've never been so good."

Then he patted Luo Chong's shoulder twice: "Sorry, I'm losing my composure. It's all your fault that the medicine is too magical. I don't know how to use my whole body to do it."

"I've long thought you would do this."

Luo Chong nodded with a smile, but he was still not careless in his heart. Some words should be explained as soon as possible, which is much better than their random guesses.

So he said to Song's father: "Uncle, I have something to say about the Fourth Brother's body and this kind of medicine, and it is best that only a few of us will discuss it in detail in private."

"good."

Song's father first agreed, then looked at his son and asked, "Before this, should you call the doctor and check his health?"

"Need not"

Song Muyi waved his hand and waved his hand again: "Look at my strength, I know my physical condition. Now I just want to know what Luo Chong is going to say."

"All right."

Song's father was not a long-winded person, and he was only so cautious about his son. So he walked out of the ward and asked several bodyguards in the outer hall to go to the corridor. The gate was closed, and then said to Luo Chong and Song Muyi: "Come and sit down and talk slowly."

Before walking out of the ward, Luo Chong stared at Lin Leshan with strange eyes, which made her feel a little guilty. She thought Luo Chong was going to drive him out, so she hurriedly hugged her aunt's arm and sought her support.

However, Luo Chong smiled badly and said to her: "Don't be afraid, sister, I won't drive you out. You should also listen to this."

He called her anger, but he couldn't get angry. Although Lin Leshan was spoiled, she was not a fool. Of course, he knew that if she was rude to Luo Chong in such a situation, she would really get rid of him. His cousin might tear him away...

In the hall, Song’s father and mother, Song Muyi, Lin Leshan and Luo Chong sat around the coffee table.

Song Muyi's sitting posture was straight, like a soldier in a solemn occasion, looking a little exaggerated and weird, but Luo Chong knew that this was because his body was filled with a force that did not belong to him at all, and there would inevitably be some unacceptable manifestations of being unnatural. If he did not look in the mirror himself, he might not even notice it.

"Mu Yi, can't you relax?"

Song's father also felt that his sitting posture was quite awkward, so he whispered a reminder.

"I'm very relaxed, don't worry about me, I'm comfortable now, and at this moment, I feel like I live like a person."

Song Muyi's slight wave of his hand would make him lose control and exert force. It was because he had never experienced this feeling of surging power when he grew up.

This feeling was so wonderful and fulfilling that he truly understood that this is the real life, and nothing is as important as health.

Because of this, when he heard Luo Chong say that this state could only last for about half a month, he felt psychologically unacceptable. He had just gotten happiness and immediately started the countdown again...

After half a month, you will be restored to your original form. How cruel is this to yourself

Jl At this moment, I felt like I was living like a person. His words not only made my parents feel extremely distressed, but even Luo Chong was secretly sad and sympathized with him.

However, in order to protect yourself, Luo Chong could only say to him in his heart: "Fourth brother, I'm sorry, I don't have enough ability to bear certain consequences yet, so I will let you suffer for a few more years. But I promise that I will give you a healthy body."

"Good brother, tell me, I've calmed down now."

Song Muyi sat upright opposite Luo Chong, seemingly calm, but he could still detect some expectations and begging from his eyes.

Luo Chong sighed in his heart and could only lie with a cruel heart: "Fourth brother, this medicine was passed down from more than 200 years ago and has now become a masterpiece. After you drank the bottle just now, the bottle left in my dad's hand became the only one. You really can't expect it to be recharged continuously."

Song Muyi held back a lot of words in his heart, nodded silently, and signaled Luo Chong to continue speaking.

But Mrs. Song cared too much about her son, so she couldn't help asking: "Luo Chong, is there any prescription for this medicine? Can't we continue to develop it with current technology?"

Luo Chong knew her or him, and would ask this question, and shook his head and said, "More than 200 years ago, since someone made this medicine, there must be a prescription, but the problem is, no one knows where the prescription is. What is the meaning of such a magical thing? No need to say much, anyone can think of it... My father has been overseas for so many years, and the main purpose is to find this prescription."

Song Muyi nodded silently again, of course he had some understanding of his father's abilities: extraordinary transportation ability.

Luo Chong continued: "I can only reveal some content now. According to our analysis, this kind of medicine is not simply refined using certain medicinal materials. It also requires a kind of faith power, which can also be understood as a superstitious idea that our country is very resisting. I know that you may not be able to understand it in this way.

The power of faith?

Song Muyi's expression changed slightly, while Song's father frowned slightly, and the expressions and reactions of the father and son were quite similar. Moreover, they were both atheists, and they were unwilling to believe and accept the power of faith mentioned by Luo Chong from the bottom of their hearts.

Although Song Muyi has always believed in Luo Chong very much, he still cannot reach the level of superstition. His point of view has always been: There are indeed some things that are difficult for science to explain in the world, but they are just not explained for the time being. It is not that there are ghosts and gods, but that the current scientific and technological level cannot be studied and understood.

"Fourth brother, I have it regardless of whether you have faith or not."

Luo Chong continued: "My belief is quite special, and it can only exist in my heart and is not convenient to say it. If we only talk about this kind of medicine, I think the medicine you just took must be refined through a very special sacrificial ritual."

"Luo Chong, what you said..."

Song Muyi was embarrassed to say it clearly, and could only say tactfully: "I don't understand a little."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, you can listen first."

Luo Chong waved his hand and said seriously again: "Judged by some ancient books and murals that have been passed down, this kind of potion can only be made through a certain sacrificial ritual... A sacrifice more than 200 years ago dedicated more than a dozen sacrifices, and used the power of a certain belief to refine five bottles of magical medicine. Up to now, just now, there was only one bottle left."

Song Muyi's heart trembled, and he vaguely realized something, and then asked: "What is the sacrifice you mentioned just now?"

"people"

Luo Chong replied in a low voice: "A dozen living people."

"Brother, are you kidding?" Song Muyi frowned and asked in a deep voice.

"How could it be a joke?"

Luo Chong replied calmly: "Hundreds of years ago, it was not like the current rule of law society. In the eyes of some people, what can more than a dozen lives be counted? Things that are 1,000 times more cruel than this are often happening."

Looking at ancient history, especially in turbulent times, human life is like grass, blood flows into rivers, and corpses form mountains. That is nothing. It is just a dozen lives, who will be there

Song Muyi nodded silently. Although it was difficult to accept psychologically, the facts were in front of him. The bottle of medicine he just took did indeed use a strange effect that was almost miraculous, which made him change from a seriously ill patient to his current state in a few minutes...

Luo Chong's eyes turned cold and asked in a low voice: "Fourth Brother, do you really think that the power flowing in your body at this moment was refined through various medicinal materials for flowers, plants and various medicinal materials? Didn't you notice that this is a kind of energy of life? You absorbed enough life energy to stand up so quickly."

"this……"

Song Muyi's eyes lowered, and once again silently felt the power in his body... Indeed, this is completely different from the various drugs he had taken before. It is not the vitality created by the drug to act on the body's functions, but it is entirely derived from the powerful external vitality.

External things do not belong to you

Song Muyi also knew that relying on his weak constitution, he could not have such strong vitality.

At this time, Mrs. Song's expression seemed a little anxious, and she wanted to say a lot in her heart, but she didn't know how to speak. To be honest, she didn't care how this medicine was made. She just wanted to know if Luo Chong could refine this medicine, or even better medicine, so that her son could completely get rid of the disease and be healthy.

If he really has this kind of hope, even if he wants to exchange his life for it, he will leave the world with a smile. As long as his son can live healthy...

Looking at Song's father again, he looked as usual, but he was quite calm. Although he was a member of the State Department and a party member, he could not agree with the superstitious statements that Luo Chong said, the fact he just saw was in front of him, and his son almost jumped off the hospital bed. If he explained it with modern medical theories, what answer could he have?

For the time being, Song’s father and mother believed in Luo Chong. After all, he did what experts did not do and saved Song Muyi from his serious illness. So, if you don’t believe him, who else should you believe?

Only Lin Leshan still looked at Luo Chong with a squinted look and said in his heart: "Big liar, just make it up, make it up hard, I will definitely have a way to reveal your true colors and expose your conspiracy."

"Fourth brother, in fact, I don't expect you to understand at all, let alone accept these superstitious remarks."

Luo Chong continued, "I said so much, just to let you know. For the time being, the medicine I can give you can only be the bottle just now, and it was originally left for me, and it was used to help me when I encountered danger. But I like money so much that I can't stand the temptation of money. I sold it to you for a mere five million."

"Luo Chong, you..."

Song Muyi was shocked and didn't know what to say. In order to save himself, he actually put...

However, before he could say something grateful, Luo Chong waved his hand and said, "Don't think I am self-sacrificing myself. I am definitely not that great. The real reason is that I am confident that in a few years, I will get a better medicine to completely change your physique and give you a truly healthy body."

Speaking of this, it became a joke: "No external power supply is needed to charge, you can live to 80 or 90 healthy with your own physical fitness.

"real?"
Chapter completed!