Ling Jiuxiao hurriedly asked Ling Lin and his wife to help He Yuru out first.

He Yuru was not willing to leave, but just grabbed Ling Jiuxiao with both hands and barely stood firm, waiting to see what kind of ability this young Master Meng had.

But Meng Hao kept standing in front of the bed, just looking at Ling Lie on the bed, without any other movement.

However, Fang Hai looked at the vein again, turned on his eyelids to check, and after a long time of struggle, he had to shake his head depressedly.

"Just like other doctors diagnosed it, I think it is severe anemia! But... how can anemia occur so urgently? And... blood transfusion therapy is not used at all?"

"It's really not useful!"

Han, who was standing at the door, stepped forward and explained in detail, "We had a few Chinese and Western medicine consultations and unanimously determined that it was severe anemia. We used blood transfusion therapy at the beginning. If we wanted to relieve the condition, we would slowly check what the cause was. But as soon as we had blood transfusions, the second young master would immediately have a rejection reaction. Once, I almost couldn't rescue him, so... I didn't dare to transfusion now, so I could only watch the second young master quickly weakened!"

"Master Meng, what do you think?" Fang Hai had to turn his face to look at Meng Hao.

Dr. Jiang Han also looked at Meng Hao, wanting to hear what kind of clever diagnosis was made by this young man who could make Fang Hai beg for a disciple.

It’s a pity that Meng Hao shook his head and said, “Mr. Ling’s fault is definitely not an ordinary disease. Let’s do this. Please leave for the other person for the time being. I’ll diagnose it carefully for the second master!”

"Why should we leave? Master Meng... can't we open our eyes?"

Dr. Jiang Han said immediately.

He still doesn't believe that Meng Hao really has any great skills. He is too young. How could he be better than these old doctors in his decades?

But Fang Hai immediately remembered the scene of Meng Hao helping others draw paintings to treat diseases. Once they are used in public, they will indeed scare a group of people.

So before Ling Jiuxiao made a statement, Fang Haixian said: "Since Master Meng said that, everyone else should step down first! A group of people huddled here really made it difficult for Master Meng to calm down!"

"Then everyone, please withdraw first! Ling Lin, please accompany you to have tea below. I will express my gratitude to you later!" Ling Jiuxiao said.

Although several Chinese and Western doctors were unwilling to give up, they had to walk downstairs with Ling Lin's company.

Meng Hao then sat down near the head of the bed and reached out to put his hand on Ling Lie's wrist.

The room was silent, and everyone was waiting for Meng Hao to give a diagnosis.

After a long time, Meng Hao took back his hand.

"Master Meng, how about it?" Fang Hai asked hurriedly.

Meng Hao shook his head and did not answer Fang Hai, but turned to look at Ling Jiuxiao.

"Does Boss Ling believe in the curse?"

"Ah?" Ling Jiuxiao was stunned.

"If I say that the second young master is not an ordinary disease, but... he was cursed, will Boss Ling believe it?" Meng Hao asked again.

Ling Jiuxiao swallowed his mouth and did not dare to answer immediately, but turned to look at Fang Hai.

On the contrary, He Yuru, who was beside him, suddenly trembled all over and asked, "You...you...you...say my son...was he cursed? Who is...so vicious?"

Meng Hao said nothing, just looking at Ling Jiuxiao.

Fang Hai said: "When it comes to curses, I didn't believe them before! But... With Master Meng's ability, as long as Master Meng believes that there can be curses in the world, I will firmly believe them!"

Ling Jiuxiao swallowed another mouthful of foam and asked Meng Hao carefully: "Master Meng thinks... my son was cursed?"

"That's right!" Meng Hao nodded.

"Then... what kind of curse is it? Can it be solved?"

"Any curse has a solution, and... this curse is not troublesome to solve!"

"Then, that...how to solve it? Master Meng, tell me!"

He Yuru threw away Ling Jiuxiao and grabbed Meng Hao.

"It seems that Mrs. Ling has long suspected that the second young master is not an ordinary disease, but has been cursed!" Meng Hao smiled.

"I, I...how could it be? I'm...just heard you say..."

He Yuru's face changed and she could only force herself to laugh.

Ling Jiuxiao glanced at his wife and said, "My wife is so anxious. Even if I can save Lie'er, I am willing to give it a try! Please tell me clearly how to save my son!"

"This curse is called...the blood curse. Anyone who enters this curse will basically die of blood within a week..."

Before Meng Hao finished speaking, He Yuru's face was shaking with resentment.

"Who is it? Who is so vicious that I want to kill my son?"

"Who is... I don't know, I can only wait and investigate slowly!" Meng Hao replied calmly.

"That's right, it's important to save Lie'er's life now!"

Ling Jiuxiao hurriedly told me that even though he still had doubts about the curse, he could only treat it as a living person. "I would like to ask Master Meng to take action. As long as I can save my son's life, those with the surname Ling will thank you very much!"

Meng Hao nodded and said, "It is easy to solve the curse of the blood. Just use the blood of the direct blood relatives, and a drop can help the patient recover quickly!"

With another "ah", He Yuru almost fell softly to the ground.

"Blood, blood, blood relative?"

She stuttered and looked like she was greatly frightened.

Meng Hao seemed to have not seen him, still calm and calm.

"That's right, you need the blood of your direct blood relatives!"

"Direct blood relatives, that's...I am the father?" Ling Jiuxiao held He Yuru with one hand and asked Meng Hao.

"That's right!" Meng Hao nodded.

"Then... please Master Meng gets blood!"

Ling Jiuxiao said, stretching out his arms.

He Yuru held his hand and said repeatedly: "I am also a direct blood relative. I am Lie'er's biological mother, use my blood and my blood!"

"I can understand Mrs. Ling's mood, but unfortunately, to relieve this curse, we must use the blood of direct blood relatives of the same gender." Meng Hao said.

"Then use my blood!"

Ling Jiuxiao stretched out his hand again.

"No, I will definitely not!"

He Yuru pressed Ling Jiuxiao's arm tightly, suddenly turned around, stared at Meng Hao viciously, "You are just a liar, there is no curse, it's clearly you're talking nonsense! Come on, drive this little liar out, hurry up and drive him out!"

The room was stunned.

"What's wrong with you Yuru? You just now believed... the curse statement, why did you suddenly do this?" Ling Jiuxiao asked.

"No, no, no, I don't believe it, I firmly don't believe it! Ling Xiao, listen to me, this man surnamed Meng must have come to our family, and that curse might be his! "

"...Yes, yes, it must be his subordinate! Let's wait for Master Yunfei to come. Only when Master Yunfei comes can we truly save our son!"
Chapter completed!