"He still doesn't want to eat?"
A middle-aged man with black hair mixed with half of his white hair asked a woman beside him who was holding a plate of steaming hot rice.
"Sigh …" The woman shook her head, "Child's father, I think it's better to call the doctor over again and let them give the little horse another nutrient injection. Otherwise, the child's body won't be able to take it!"
"The doctor already said that it's not good to give too many nutrient injections. If the child's stomach function deteriorates, it will be even more troublesome!"
The middle-aged man took the plate of food from the woman's hands and cursed, "F * ck, I'll personally deliver it to him.
If he doesn't eat, I'll break his legs! "
"Dad!
You're wrong. Big brother isn't even afraid of death right now. Why would he be afraid of you breaking his legs? "
An eleven or twelve year old little girl beside the man happily said heartlessly. She didn't seem to feel the pain of her big brother who was on a hunger strike.
"Ding dong!" At this time, the doorbell rang.
The mother hurriedly went to the door and opened the video surveillance on the door. She saw a young man standing at the door of their house.
"Who is it?
Why did he come here so early in the morning? "
The middle-aged man said with some dissatisfaction. It wasn't even 8 AM yet. What kind of guest would choose this time to come and visit?
"It's Little Han!
Little Han is here! "The mother looked at the surveillance and said with a pleasant surprise.
"You're saying that Guhan is here!" The man's expression was also happy. "I heard that he went to Yan Jing City to participate in some competition.
Why would he suddenly come to our house? "
"Alright, dad!
Hurry up and open the door!
As long as big brother Guhan is here, stupid brother will eat! "The little girl said excitedly. She was especially excited about Guhan's arrival.
That's right, the person standing at the door of this house was Guhan.
I believe that everyone has already guessed that this house wasn't someone else. It was the house of Guhan's childhood sweetheart, Song Hama.
Song Hama's house was the only place where Guhan could receive the warmth of a family. Therefore, the relationship between Guhan and Song Hama's family was especially good.
"Papa Song!
Mama Song!
Sorry to disturb you so early! "As soon as the door opened, Guhan said to Song Hama's family with a smile.
This kind of smile that was as warm as the spring breeze, this kind of smile with the warmth of family, was a smile that Guhan would rarely show even in front of his sword ladies.
"Child, what do you mean by 'disturbing'?
This is your home. Why are you treating me like an outsider? "
Mama Song intimately pulled Guhan into her embrace and pinched Guhan's face, waist, buttocks, and hands. Then, she nodded with satisfaction. "Your flesh is still there. It seems that you've taken good care of yourself these days. I'm relieved."
"Little Han!
Didn't I remember you participating in the Eight Academies Assembly?
Could it be that the competition was already over?
Calculating the time, it doesn't seem right! "
Compared to Mother Song's intimacy, Papa Song was a lot colder. However, the concern he had for Guhan couldn't be concealed from his words.
"The competition hasn't started yet!
I discovered something at the last minute and rushed back from Yanjing City. The first thing I did was to look for Papa Song and Mama Song. "Guhan spoke 30% of the truth and 70% of the lies.
"Did you say that you came back alone?"
Papa Song was taken aback. Then, he said in a reproachful tone, "It must have been a dangerous journey!
How could you go out alone?
You should be moving with everyone! "
"Smelly old man, what do you know?"
Mama Song rolled her eyes at Papa Song. "Little Han is already a famous swordsman and the master of our Yuzhang City's Sword Pavilion.
This means that our Little Han is one of the best in Yuzhang City. What's the big deal about going back and forth by himself?
Perhaps he can even bring us to Yanjing City to take a look! "
"Alright!
If I bring you there, who knows how much trouble you'll cause for Little Han! "
Papa Song sneered. Then, he looked at Guhan and said, "Little Han, you didn't rush here just to take a look at us, right?
Why did you come looking for us? "
"Papa Song!
How is Toad now?
Is he any better? "Guhan worriedly looked at Song Hama's room.
"How else could he be?
He's still the same as the day you came to see him.
No matter what I say, he still refuses to eat and wants to starve himself to death.
Little Han, you came at the right time. Quickly help me persuade Toad. Our whole family is suffering because of him. It's better not to be a swordsman anymore. Our lives won't be as good as before! "Papa Song said in a sorrowful tone.
After the trial ended, Guhan came to Song Hama's house many times.
At first, Song Hama didn't even want to see Guhan. Later, he couldn't stand it anymore and Guhan barged into his room. Only after Song Hama tried everything he could to convince him to eat one or two meals … but those were the only two meals that Song Hama ate. After Guhan left Yanjing City, Song Hama once again went on a hunger strike. Even now, he still had to rely on the doctor to forcefully inject him with nutrients to save his life.
"It's alright!
Actually, I came this time because of Toad.
Toad's heart disease needs medicine to be cured. This time, I brought the medicine with me! "After saying this much, Guhan pulled someone in from the door. It was the unconscious Zhao Hao.
"Little Han, who is this?" Papa Song was startled and asked in fear.
"This is the medicine I was talking about!" Guhan replied with a smile. However, this made Papa Song even more afraid.
"Little Han, have you been bewitched?
This is a human, how can it be used as medicine?
You must have practiced too much and become muddle-headed! "
Papa Song's words almost made Guhan vomit blood. What era was this? How could there be such a thing as using a human as medicine?
"I'm saying that this person has a way to cure Toad's heart disease!"
Guhan's sword qi touched Zhao Hao's acupoint, and the unconscious Zhao Hao slowly woke up.
"Is this person a psychiatrist?" Papa Song asked out of curiosity.
"What psychiatrist?
I'm a Master Sword Forging Master! "After hearing Papa Song's words, the drowsy Zhao Hao immediately stood up and refuted.
In this life, he hated doctors the most. He absolutely couldn't be confused with doctors.
"Master Sword Forging Master?
How can he cure Toad's heart disease? "Papa Song was even more confused.
"Papa Song!
Toad is on a hunger strike because the Cloudcast Iron is broken.
If the Cloudcast Iron can be repaired, the toad will definitely return to normal! "Papa Song suddenly realized that Gu Han was planning to cure Song Hama's heart disease from the root.
"Papa Song, let's not talk anymore. I'll immediately bring Grandmaster Tianri to look for Toad!"
After saying this much, Guhan pulled the confused Zhao Hao to the door of Song Hama's room. After pushing the door, he discovered that it was still locked.
"I'll go get the key!"
Just as Papa Song was about to get the key to Song Hama's room, Guhan inserted his sword qi into the keyhole, and the lock opened. It was even more convenient than using the key.
"Thank the heavens!
It's really good that Toad had a childhood friend like Little Cold! "
After seeing Guhan anxiously bringing Zhao Hao into Song Hama's room, Mama Song finally revealed a smile after so many days.
"What are you talking about?!
What do you mean childhood friends?
How can you use childhood friends to describe a relationship between two men? "Papa Song said discontentedly.
"Tsk, what do you know?
Childhood friends aren't even as close as our toad and Little Cold!
Why can't I use childhood friends?! "
… …
After entering Song Hama's room, the originally tall, big, and somewhat fat Song Hama looked as though he had changed into another person. His body was as thin as a matchstick, and the skin on his face was sticking to his bones. His lips were pale and dry. From the looks of it, his body was in a very bad state. If things continued like this, Song Hama might die in a few years due to mental and physical exhaustion.
At this time, Song Hama was sitting on a chair. When he saw Guhan forcefully breaking the door open, he raised his eyelids, and his expression finally changed. He opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something.
But in the end, Song Hama still shut his mouth and maintained a deathly silence.
The nearby Zhao Hao, who was feeling somewhat awkward, suddenly discovered that the person sitting on the chair was holding a broken sword maiden in his bosom.
After studying sword maidens for dozens of years, Zhao Hao immediately recognized that it was an innate sword maiden.
"Interesting!"
At this time, Zhao Hao's work instincts surged. He immediately stepped forward, wanting to take a closer look at the broken Cloudcast Iron in Song Hama's bosom.
"What are you trying to do?
Nobody is allowed to touch my Cloudcast Iron! "
After seeing that Zhao Hao wanted to touch his sword maiden, Song Hama finally became agitated. He punched Zhao Hao's chest, wanting to push him away.
"Stop!"
After seeing this scene, Guhan used his sword qi to block. However, his target wasn't Zhao Hao, but Song Hama, who was trying to push Zhao Hao away.
With Guhan's help, Zhao Hao smoothly grabbed the broken Cloudcast Iron. On the other hand, Song Hama was tightly bound by Guhan's sword qi, unable to budge.
"Sour Popsicle!
What are you trying to do?
Let me go! Nobody is allowed to touch my Cloudcast Iron! "
Song Hama shouted crazily. His voice was so loud and painful that even Papa Song and Mama Song, who were outside the living room, could hear him clearly.
Mama Song instinctively wanted to rush in to help her son, but she was grabbed by Papa Song, who was behind her.
"Believe in Little Han!
He won't harm the toad! "Papa Song said firmly.
"Sir Tianri!
Do you think this Cloudcast Iron can still be saved? "After waiting for a few minutes, Guhan asked Zhao Hao, who was carefully examining the Cloudcast Iron.
"Using traditional methods, it's impossible to save this Cloudcast Iron unless we find a great master. We can only throw it in the Sword Burial Land and wait for it to recover on its own."
After saying this much, Zhao Hao suddenly revealed a complacent smile. "But if we use my new method, that might not be the case. I'm at least 70% sure that I can save this Cloudcast Iron."