Half an hour later, the car arrived at the gate of a Nanyang-style villa.

The entrance of the villa was heavily guarded, and there were security personnel patrolling everywhere with guns and live ammunition.

After Ruan Keke made a few phone calls, the guard at the gate raised the door lever to let the car in.

Soon, the car arrived at the gate of the main building, and from a distance, Yang Youxuan was already standing at the gate waiting.

The vehicle was quite stable, Yang Youxuan walked over and smiled at Ye Hao: "Young Master Ye, you have worked hard all the way."

"I'm sorry for letting you run around like this."

Yang Youxuan already knew about the four major martial leagues threatening the Great Xia Martial League, and also knew Ye Hao's pivotal role in these matters, so she was very grateful for Ye Hao's ability to come as soon as possible.

Ye Hao smiled: "Master Yang, it's okay, we are good friends, so don't be too polite."

"Let's stop talking politely."

"Isn't Mr. Yang's situation getting worse? Take me to see it first."

Hearing Ye Hao mention this, Yang Youxuan immediately frowned slightly, and said: "Young Master Ye, to tell you the truth, for the sake of my grandfather, I invited famous experts from all over the world 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 method."

"I can only pin my hopes on you, Young Master Ye."

Ye Hao nodded slightly, and walked in first.

Ruan Keke, who parked the car and came down, looked at Ye Hao in surprise. She didn't believe that Ye Hao, who seemed ordinary and ordinary, had this ability.

But she just pouted, and followed Yang Youxuan into the hall on the first floor of the villa.

"I have tested the blood that Elder Yang spit out, and there is no toxin in it."

"However, considering Elder Yang's physique, not only did his broken scapula not get better with time, but it got worse instead. This is very troublesome!"

"The most important thing is that Mr. Yang is a generation of God of War, powerful."

"We can't give needles first, and we can't use medicine, it's troublesome."

As Yang Youxuan led Ye Hao and his party into the hall, the surroundings became brighter.

In the hall is a coffee table carved from Nanyang agarwood, surrounded by many high-end medical equipment.

At the moment, there are still projectors on the walls.

There are more than a dozen medical experts sitting on the chairs, as well as more than a dozen great experts with bulging temples.

Among the crowd, occasionally there were a few people wearing strange costumes and their faces were smeared as white as swordsmen. These people should be the most mysterious wizards in Nanyang.

At this moment, these people gathered together and were studying Yang Diming's situation.

Their discussion was not intense, but each expression was very serious.

At the same time, everyone frowned slightly, obviously there was no solution to Yang Diming's situation.

And there are more than a dozen men and women standing around the hall, they look like bodyguards and servants, they silently provide all the needs and solve all the troubles for the doctors and experts present. JrNovels.com