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On the third day after leaving Lanhua Town, at noon, Chen Xing arrived at Gray Point City. After getting off the floatboat, he ran directly to the Holy Light Church in the city center.

At the end of the cross street, stands a Gothic building, with a pointed roof with a cross erected, stained glass windows reflecting the afternoon sun, surrounded by flowers, full of tranquility and sanctity.

With Slade Yutian’s prior contact, the vice-bishop of the Grayhorn City Branch received him personally. Chen Xing directly explained his intention.

"Alan is an exclusive therapist assigned by the Holy See to the Royal Maris. It is not within our jurisdiction, but if it is only for treatment, we can also provide it here." The deputy bishop explained to Chen Xing.

The Holy See will send free fast healers to religious royals, royal families and real power lords in exchange for convenience in the region. Alan was sent by the Holy See to serve the royal family of Maris. His position was so high that even the bishops of the second-level districts could not support him, not to mention him as the deputy bishop.

It was all treatment anyway, and Chen Xing didn't care, so let the deputy bishop arrange it.

"The amount of treatment for a Raft is one hundred gold coins." The vice-bishop explained the cost to Chen Xing.

Generally speaking, the treatment volume of a Raft is roughly equivalent to the effect of a small treatment needle, but the price is twice as expensive.

The effect of the treatment needle is not as good as that of the treatment, and the continuous use in a short period of time will produce drug resistance.

After a while, the vice-bishop invited a middle-aged male therapist wearing a black monk's robe and wearing a watermelon hijab to treat Chen Xing.

"Sir, where is your wound?" the watermelon hijab therapist asked.

"Huh?" Chen Xing didn't understand for a while. Ye Yang Bailiu treated him directly by patting his shoulder and back, and never asked him the location of the wound.

"That's the case, sir, we need to know the specific location of your wound in order to concentrate our vitality on the treatment." The watermelon hijab therapist explained.

"I have an internal injury, and my whole body hurts." Chen Xing said. He is an internal laceration caused by psychic overload, from capillaries to large blood vessels, there is no specific location,

The watermelon hijab therapist looked embarrassed, looked at the vice-bishop, and seemed to be seeking the opinion of the latter.

"If it is a systemic treatment, the amount of treatment that may be needed will increase a lot." said the deputy bishop of Grayhorn City.

"It doesn't matter, it can be cured." Chen Xing said simply.

With his confirmation, the watermelon hijab healer started the operation.

"May the Holy Light bless you." The watermelon hijab therapist put his hands on Chen Xing's shoulders, and after twenty or thirty seconds, a light green shimmer appeared in the contact area.

Compared with Ye Yang Bailiu's treatment, the light was more than ten times faint, and it was extremely weak, and it was impossible to see it without looking carefully. And it turns light and dark, as if it will go out at any time.

The feeling of treatment is also very weak. There is no refreshing feeling of ice in the contact place, nor the warmth that reaches the depths of the soul.

About ten minutes later, the watermelon hijab therapist sweated on his forehead, apparently reaching the limit, and then he retracted his hands and nodded to Chen Xing, indicating that the treatment was over.

"This is over?" Chen Xing said in amazement. He knew that the average therapist could not be compared with the Yeyang University therapist, but it was too far from what he imagined. With such an exhaustive treatment, it would be better for Ye Yang Bailiu to pat him casually.

"Yes, yes sir..." The watermelon hijab therapist wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. He was also very depressed, because the other party was like a big hole that couldn't be filled in, and his life energy was scattered and sucked away as soon as it was pumped in, like a stream flowing into a dry lake.

"What's the matter?" the vice-bishop asked with concern.

"This guest's injury is too serious, I, my treatment is not enough." The watermelon hijab therapist said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, this is easy." The vice-bishop invited a middle-aged female therapist. Wearing a dark blue priest's robe, embroidered with a white cross on his chest, he looked arrogant.

"This is Miss Anna, an intermediate therapist."

After some treatment, the intermediate therapist was indeed more effective than the junior, but it still ran out of life energy and did not completely cure Chen Xing. Even with the vice-bishop

Embarrassed, an intermediate therapist was invited to perform the surgery with all his strength, and finally stabilized Chen Xing's injury.

It was not until this incident that Chen Xing truly understood the power of Yeyang Bailiu. The total amount of treatment of a junior therapist and two intermediate therapists is only equivalent to two casual shots of Ye Yang and Bailiu. The difference is astonishing. The healing effect is also different, and there are only five intermediate therapists in the Holy Light Church in Gray Horn, and there are only two senior therapists like Alan in the entire Principality. It is no wonder that the following generations of Ye Yang Bailiu are so famous, even The golden pupil witches all come to grab people.

If Yeyang Bailiuken joins the Holy Light Church, I am afraid that the Pope will pick him up.

But then again, the rapid therapist is only a supplement to high-end medical treatment, and the main treatment methods are still medicine and surgery.

If a large-scale war occurs, it can only reduce the consumption of high-level elites, but cannot change the situation of the battle.

Furthermore, the main function of battlefield medical care is to embody the humanitarian spirit and to inspire the courage of soldiers. The essence of fighting is to fill up with human lives.

"The total cost of treatment is 3,700 gold coins. You were introduced by Vice Bishop Tian Yu. Just collect 3,500 gold coins."

After paying the sky-high cost of treatment, Chen Xing asked the staff to follow him so that he could be treated at any time. He has to be treated every day for this condition, otherwise he will have internal bleeding.

As long as there is money, everything is easy to say. The vice-bishop of Grayhorn City sent two intermediate therapists to follow Chen Xing. The daily cost is three thousand until the end of the service.

90,000 gold coins a month, this fast therapist industry is also enough to make money. You know, ninety thousand gold coins are equivalent to the purchasing power of ninety million on the earth. But it's not surprising that fast therapists have a life-saving effect, and most wealthy people are willing to spend money to buy their lives. This is the situation for Chen Xing right now, and he is supposed to pay the **** of death a protection fee.

After solving the therapist's matter, Chen Xing returned to the floating boat and dialed Ye Yang Qingyan's voice while heading towards the monitor lizard city.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

After a long time no one answered, and if you dialed again, there was still no one answered. It seems that the other party was so angry last time that he refused to answer his call.

I dialed five or six times in a row, and finally answered.

"What are you doing?" The voice was lazy, very rude.

"It's okay, I just want to chat with my sister-in-law..."

"No time!"

"Dududu..."

As soon as Chen Xing spoke, he was hung up mercilessly, calling "Little Niangpi" while calling again.

But then, the voice dialed in the past was like sinking into the sea, and there was no response at all. Chen Xing was forced to change his message.

However, ordinary information will definitely not be returned, and it may even be annoying to be blacked out, so you must take strong medicine as soon as it comes up.

[I'm sick and dying]

The dose was fierce, and the opponent quickly returned.

[How can I send a message when I'm dying? ]

[One more breath] Chen Xing entered.

[That's good] The answer over there was heartless, [When did you breathe? ]

[Quickly, I want to talk to my sister-in-law before I die, thank you for her continuous care and love]

After a while, a video request was sent over there. Click to connect, a fair and pretty face is on the screen, his hands are on his chest, his head is tilted, his eyes are half open and half closed, and he looks lazy and contemptuous.

At this moment, she is wearing a peaked cap on her head, a sling canvas jacket on her body, a wrench in her hand, and a sports car with the lid open behind her, which seems to be repairing things.

"Chen, busy person, today is so free, and I am free to entertain our little car repair girls."

"How can you say that..." Chen Xing hurriedly laughed.

"What else can we say? We are from humble origins, not in your eyes, please raise your hands high, don't toss us, okay?" Ye Yang Qingyan sighed, feeling self-satisfied.

"Oh, you scared me by saying that." Chen Xing pretended to be scared.

"That is, I look so scary, every time I come out

Can scare you to death. "Ye Yang Qingyan fanned the wind with her hand, looking up and down, "Okay, I won't talk to you, just tell me something, or I'll hang up. "

"I heard that you have the key to the secret storage of the guards?" Chen Xing asked straightforwardly. For a girl like Ye Yangqingyan, who has a straightforward personality, too much twists and turns will make her look down, so it's better to be straightforward.

Ye Yangqingyan was taken aback for a moment, then cast a glance at him and hummed, "The investigation is quite clear~"

"I heard that there are a lot of undercurrent relics in Curry, right?" Chen Xing asked. Although he knew the situation through Sola, his tone would definitely arouse suspicion. After all, the secret storehouse was a secret only known to the top.

"Are you an advanced lord?" Ye Yang Qingyan asked somewhat unexpectedly.

"Right." Chen Xing replied vaguely. This is not what he wants to hide. Ye Yang Qingyan is from his own family, so there is no need to beware. It's just that he doesn't know his current situation, is it considered advanced?

"Yes, you will become a lord after a few days, and you will be even more indifferent to the little girls who repair cars. Maybe in a few days, lord lord will forget what the little girl is called." Ye Yangqing said in a weird manner. , The tone is a bit sour.

"Oh, looking at what you said, I, Chen Xing, just forgot about myself, and I can't forget my sister-in-law!" Chen Xing said seriously.

Ye Yang Qingyan half-closed her eyes, her eyes contemptuous, and she looked disbelief.

"I only have a sincere heart for my sister-in-law." Chen Xing said swearingly, and his sincere and painful appearance almost sweared by heaven.

The other party wrinkled his nose and made a humming voice.

"Oh, if it's inconvenient for you." Seeing that the other party didn't enter the market, Chen Xing changed his strategy to advance by retreating. "There is no need to say such hurtful things."

"What am I doing to you, others don't know, don't you still know?" Chen Xing cried, looking like he had been wronged by God.

Ye Yang Qingyan looked at him in pain and couldn't help but burst into laughter. Although she tried to regain her indifference, she couldn't go back anymore. She smiled like spring blossoms, bright and beautiful.

"Laugh or laugh, I'm like this, you are so embarrassed to laugh!" Chen Xing looked depressed, half of it was pretending, and the other half was true. He was dying, and the other party was still smiling so happily.

Of course, Ye Yang Qingyan didn't know his real situation, and maybe it wouldn't be the case if he knew it, but he felt uncomfortable when he saw the other party's uncontrollable laughter.

Ye Yang Qingyan held back her laugh abruptly, returned to her cold look, and said with her arms folded, "Why don't you find my sister? She is now a great priest, the celebrity next to the queen, it is more effective to find her than to me."

"I want to surprise her." Chen Xing casually pinched. He didn't want to trouble Ye Yang Bailiu subconsciously, let alone worry about him. The grand therapist has a keen perception of life energy, and he can see his hidden injuries at a glance.

Ye Yangqingyan gave him a blank look, then dropped a sentence, "Well, you wait a moment." Then she hung up the communication.

About half an hour later, she sent a bunch of photos that had just been taken from the secret library.

Chen Xing browsed around and picked out six of them with eye catching sight.

"Can you take it out and have a look, I'm on the outskirts of the city, and I'll send you an address..."

"Why, don't you dare to enter the city?" Ye Yang Qingyan said in doubt, and then a little contemptuous, "Did you offend someone again?"

"That's right..." Chen Xing said vaguely. The matter between Lacey and Aaliyah is hard to say, nor can it be said. One less person knows the risk.

"Oh, I have no choice. I have no choice but to find my sister-in-law..." Chen Xing pretended to be pitiful and played relatives.

"It's really troublesome~" Ye Yangqingyan glanced at him disgustingly, but still agreed, "Give me the coordinates."

"Then trouble my sister-in-law." Chen Xing said with a smile.

Coaxing and deceiving, finally settled Ye Yang Qingyan.

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