The relationship between Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Shengsheng and others has always been maintained on the Canglan Academy campus.
It was his first time to come to Ren's house.
Compared with the Ren family's status in Xijing City, the Ren family's residence is not exaggerated. It is just a single-family villa located on the edge of the school district.
But the helipad on the roof also shows the difference between the Ren family and ordinary rich people.
Not many people can own a helipad and aircraft in Xijing City, and even have permission to fly in the sky.
But compared to other large families, the Ren family seems out of place.
Pushing open the door and following inside, Zhang Xuezhou felt that the villa was deserted, and the lush weeds growing around it also proclaimed the carelessness of the owner of the villa.
When Ren Wuyan opened the door of the villa, a completely transparent glass coffin suddenly came into view of Zhang Xuezhou.
Having a coffin in the middle of a lobby is somewhat intimidating, even if the coffin is beautiful and high-end.
Looking at the big character "Dian" on the glass coffin, Ren Wuyang forced a smile to Zhang Xuezhou.
"I like this gift very much, but I just don't want to lie in it yet," Ren Wuyan said.
"Dear brother, this gift has cost me all my savings in recent years. If you like it, you can recycle it for ten times the price!"
As Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Wuxu entered the villa, Ren Wuxu spoke again, and echoes came from the stairs to the second floor.
A few seconds later, Ren Anran appeared with lazy steps, sat on the stair railing and slid down again.
"Why is there anyone else?"
Seeing Zhang Xuezhou following Ren Wuyan, Ren Anran's fallen body quickly stood up straight, and his face quickly returned to a stern look.
"This is the brother I asked to help," Ren Wuyang explained.
"Long time no see, Doctor An Ran!"
Zhang Xuezhou stared at this woman who was previously wearing professional formal attire, but now she was wearing home clothes.
Compared with his previous role as a doctor, Ren Anran's changes at this time are huge.
If it weren't for the fact that the familiar face remained the same, Zhang Xuezhou would have almost suspected that these were two completely different people.
But the other party's hands were still white, they were extremely slender and beautiful hands, and they were also the hands that Zhang Xuezhou hated in the past.
Thinking of Ren Anran rubbing his fingers and asking for money from him, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he still felt distressed.
"Doctor An Ran? You...you are...I think I have seen you before!"
The familiar name in Zhang Xuezhou's mouth made Ren Anran's eyes flash with thoughts, and she stared at Zhang Xuezhou intently for a few seconds.
"You are the schizophrenic...classmate Zhang Xuezhou!"
When the familiar name came out of his mouth, even Ren Anran had a hint of disbelief on his face.
In the two years since she and Zhang Xuezhou had not met, Zhang Xuezhou had completely changed his appearance.
In the past, Zhang Xuezhou was thin, had uncoordinated limbs, was delicate and frail, and suffered from long-term mental illness. This led to Zhang Xuezhou's image not being very good.
But now Zhang Xuezhou can still see the slightest shadow of the past.
Following Ren Wuyan, Ren Anran didn't even notice anything was wrong.
If it weren't for Zhang Xuezhou's "Dr. Anran", Ren Anran would have almost thought that Zhang Xuezhou was a descendant of some family in Xijing City who came to help as a lobbyist.
"You still recognize me?"
Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but feel two points of surprise.
He didn't know how Zhang Weimeng looked when he saw him again, but Zhang Xuezhou had seen Song Fengying's surprise when she first came to Xijing to see him.
His parents almost didn't recognize him, but Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect that Ren Anran would recognize him within a few seconds.
For a while, Zhang Xuezhou was suspicious of Ren Wuyang's remarks that Ren Anran had amnesia.
With such a good memory, it is impossible for Ren Anran to forget.
"I recognize you." Ren Anran smiled and said, "Why are you two together?"
Ren Anran glanced at Ren Wuyan.
She didn't expect that after she finished her investigation, Ren Wuyang would continue the investigation.
The two of them look very much like brothers.
Thinking that Zhang Xuezhou would definitely be stabbed in the back by Ren Wuxu, Ren Anran couldn't help but feel a little pity.
People may regard Ren Wuyang as a brother, but Ren Wuyang only regards Zhang Xuezhou as consumables.
Many thoughts were constantly running through her head, and the consequences were constantly being deduced.
But before she could sigh, Ren Wuyan spoke.
"Old sister, this is what I asked for help," Ren Wuyan said, "I couldn't inject the secret medicine without Brother Zhang's help. If it weren't for the technique he used to help me relieve the pain, your coffin would definitely be of use. "
"Jutsu? Pain-relieving? What technique? Is there any fighting technique that can relieve pain?"
Ren Anran's eyes were surprised.
She stared at Zhang Xuezhou up and down, trying to figure out how the genetic fighting skills could develop to this level.
"Tai Qing Zhen Shu, right? Brother" Ren Wuyan asked.
"right!"
Zhang Xuezhou nodded.
"If Dr. An Ran is going to inject the secret medicine, I will talk to you about this technique during the preparation time. See if you can learn a little bit, so that I won't be unable to use the technique in case of an accident," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Can I learn?" Ren Wuyang said happily.
"What accident?" Ren Anran asked with concern.
"I can learn." Zhang Xuezhou nodded first, then looked at Ren Anran and said, "You know I have a problem with sleeping. The time for that problem is a bit irregular now, and I am not as punctual as before!"
"That is to say?" Ren Anran asked doubtfully.
"Maybe I was talking to you one moment, and I fell asleep the next moment," Zhang Xuezhou said, spreading his hands.
"uh-huh?"
Ren Anran made a nasal sound.
This time the roles have obviously been reversed. She was the doctor before and Zhang Xuezhou was the patient.
But now she will become a patient, and Zhang Xuezhou will become a doctor.
But not only was her treatment unreliable in the past, Zhang Xuezhou who came to help now was also unreliable.
For a moment, Ren Anran only felt that the fifth chapter of the spiritual strengthening chapter that was struck by his delusions seemed a bit suspenseful.
"Is there no one else who can help?" Ren Anran wondered: "Is there no one else who can learn his fighting skills?"
"I'm also following suit," Ren Wuyang said happily, "If you can wait, little sister, I should be able to do it in half a year!"
"Brother Wu Yao is so humble. As long as you can take Pei Yuan Dan regularly and go to the hospital to find enough patients with broken legs and arms to continue performing surgery, you will be good enough after studying for three months!"
Zhang Xuezhou responded repeatedly, and Ren Wuyan repeatedly said modestly that his qualifications for practicing in this area were limited.
The scene of the two being humble to each other made Ren Anran feel uneasy.
Ren Wuyan injected the secret medicine and entered the fourth chapter of the spiritual strengthening chapter. This act of borrowing power made Ren Anran unbearable.
Especially when Ren Wuyang mentioned that there was a way to stop the pain of injecting the secret medicine, this directly eliminated the biggest hidden danger caused by the secret medicine.
This even makes Ren Anran fantasize about one injection and two injections. As long as they can be superimposed, she may enter Chapter 6 of the Spiritual Strengthening Chapter to catch up with Ren Yisheng.
With Ren Wuyan's example and Ren Wuyan's repeated assurances, let alone waiting for half a year or three months, Ren Anran found it difficult to wait for three days.
Ren Wuyang lay on the coffin board for several days and couldn't think of a solution. It wasn't until last night that he shouted "He's saved."
Ren Anran hoped that she could really be saved this time, otherwise she would lock Ren Wuyang in the big glass coffin and let him feel the pain of her receiving the last words and lack of follow-up reply.
