The door of the villa is under heavy guard, and security personnel with live ammunition are patrolling everywhere.
After Ruan Keke made a few calls, the guard guard lifted the door pole and let the car enter.
Soon, the car arrived at the entrance of the main building and saw Yang Youxuan standing at the gate waiting from a distance.
The vehicle was stable, Yang Youxuan walked over and smiled at Ye Hao Yanran: "Mr. Ye, thank you all the hard work."
"I feel sorry for letting you run around like this."
Yang Youxuan already knew about the four major martial arts alliances that threatened the Great Xia Martial Alliance, and also knew that Ye Hao played an important role in these matters, so she was full of gratitude for Ye Hao to come as soon as possible.
Ye Hao smiled: "Gangmaster Yang, it's okay, we are good friends, so don't be too polite."
"We won't be polite."
"Has Mr. Yang's situation worsened? Take me to see it first."
When Yang Youxuan heard Ye Hao talk about this, she frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Ye, I will tell you that for my grandfather's sake, I invited famous artists from all walks of life to gather this morning."
"There are martial arts masters, famous doctors, and some people who are proficient in Nanyang witchcraft."
"But at present, these people have not come up with any suitable way."
"I can only rely on you, Mr. Ye."
Ye Hao nodded slightly and walked in first.
Ruan Keke, who had parked the car and walked out, looked at Ye Hao with surprise. She didn't believe that Ye Hao, who looked ordinary, had this ability.
But she just curled her lips and followed Yang Youxuan into the lobby on the first floor of the villa.
"I have tested the blood stasis that Mr. Yang vomited, and there are no toxins in it..."
"But with Mr. Yang's physique, his scapula not only did not improve with time, but instead worsened, which is very troublesome!"
"The most important thing is that Mr. Yang is a generation of war gods and is powerful."
"We can't apply the injection, and we can't use the medicine. It's a problem..."
As Yang Youxuan and Ye Hao walked into the hall, the surroundings became brighter.
There are coffee tables carved from Nanyang agarwood in the hall, and there are many high-end medical equipment around them.
At this moment, there is a projector on the wall.
There were more than a dozen medical experts sitting on the chair, and more than a dozen masters with their temples bulging high.
Among the crowd, there were occasionally a few people wearing strange clothes and performing as fair as a sword and a singing sword on their faces. These people should be the most mysterious wizards in Nanyang.
At this moment, these people gathered together and were studying the situation of Yang Diming.
Their discussion was not intense, but each expression was very serious.
At the same time, everyone's brows frowned slightly, obviously there was no solution to Yang Diming's situation.
There were more than a dozen men and women standing around the hall, looking like bodyguards and servants. They silently provided everything they needed to solve all the troubles for the doctors, experts and others present.
Ye Hao's eyes circled around the scene and soon fell on a young man who looked over twenties.
The young man was wearing a white shirt and had a strong demeanor. He just stood there with his hands behind his back, but he had attracted the attention of many people in the audience.
He has a handsome face and a sense of superiority on his body. For some reason, Ye Hao felt that his face seemed somewhat familiar.
Yang Youxuan appeared with Ye Hao, which attracted many attentions in the field.
Especially the man in white lit up his eyes, and his hot eyes instantly fell on Yang Youxuan.