Dragon Ball: Super God Vegeta

Chapter 920 Let's talk about your troubles

After half a moment, Zhu Ziguo, including the Yuan Palace.

The curator said to the king who was lying on the bed of dragons with a gray expression: "Your Majesty, there are several foreign envoys in the foreign embassy, ​​and among them are accompanied by a fairy doctor. , The technique of reviving the dead, do you want to summon it?"

"Fairy doctor? Get rid of the disease?"

When the king heard the words, his face showed a bleak smile: "In the past year, have I seen fewer immortal doctors? One by one, the names are very loud, but there are not many true chapters under him."

"Forget it, forget it, the sick and the widow know in their hearts that if there is no medical treatment, there will be no more trouble."

"promise."

The curator's lips trembled a few times, after all, it was because he still had some doubts in his heart, and he didn't give advice.

"You mean the king doesn't want to see me?"

Inside the foreign embassy, ​​Vegett squinted his eyes and looked at the curator who had just returned.

"Master, your majesty doesn't actually mean to target you, but he has experienced too many despairs during this period of time."

"It's so stupid to give up your life completely because you have experienced too many despairs."

Vegett shook his head and looked up at Sanzo: "Since he doesn't want it, I don't think we need to care about him anymore."

"As for the Book of Nations and customs clearance documents, to be honest, he is not bad. Besides, even if there is no clearance documents, who can stop us?"

Sanzang couldn't bear it, but he couldn't refute Vegett at this moment: "Let's leave tomorrow morning."

"Envoys, please wait a minute."

The curator inspected his words and expressions, carefully observed the expressions of the people traveling westward, and found that they had no doubts about the immortal master's ability to save the king, and they couldn't help but move.

People's hearts are sometimes very cheap. When you rush to help others, they are likely to suspect that your purpose is impure.

If you are holding a high-cold posture and want to refuse or welcome, the other party will rush to ask for your help.

Most relationships and most things in the world are nothing like this.

At this moment, the curator actually had some confidence in Vegett.

"What are you waiting for?" Vegett said with a faint smile.

The curator flicked his jacket and said in a solemn voice: "The subordinates go to see my king again, and I must persuade him to see you. Master Wanwang really has magical medical skills to heal your majesty's pain."

Vegett paused slightly and said, "It's late."

"Late?" The curator was taken aback.

Beget nodded and said: "Yes, it's late. I was in a good mood just now and I can go to the palace to save him. Now that he refused, my mood has become bad, so I don't want to enter the palace. You You can go and tell your king that if you want to heal, come and find me yourself."

Curator: "..."

"This fairy doctor has such a big temper, can you really consider yourself a fairy?"

After a while, in the Hanyuan Hall, King Zhu Zi frowned and said.

"Your Majesty, according to the minister, the immortal master is indeed extraordinary, maybe it is the immortal doctor Linfan." The curator said: "If you want to see it again, maybe there will be a turnaround."

King Zhu Zi pondered for a moment, and said helplessly: “In fact, it’s okay to see it again. It’s just that the widow’s current body is difficult to walk, so how can I go to the foreign embassy?”

The curator gritted his teeth and said: "Your Majesty can sit down and collapse. When the Master sees your body, he will not care too much."

"That's fine." King Zhu Zi thought for a while, and said to his companion next to him: "Go and prepare to collapse. The widow will leave the palace immediately."

King Zhu Zi is a saint inside and outside a king, and he loves the people like his son, and is deeply loved by the people.

Therefore, when Huang Hu walked out of the palace gate, countless people worshipped the car and knelt on the ground, calling it a saint.

Because no one deliberately hides the whereabouts of the king, the informed person already knew the purpose of the king's trip, and was excited to convey the news to more people.

This also led to the fact that King Treasure Cha had just walked half of the road, and the people on the whole street knew the cause and effect and spontaneously followed.

They also wanted to see if the fairy doctor could heal the king.

If possible, the people all over the city would offer him up and burn incense day and night.

"What's happening here?"

Tens of thousands of people swept in like a tide under the leadership of the king, which frightened the soldiers guarding the gate in front of the foreign embassy and knelt down quickly.

"Your Majesty is here, where is the fairy doctor?" An old eunuch mustered his inner strength and said loudly.

"Bring him in."

Inside the embassy, ​​in the courtyard, Vegett, who was sitting under the pavilion with Sanzang and the others, spoke.

His voice was very shallow and soft, but it was clearly conveyed to everyone's ears.

The old eunuch's gaze changed suddenly. Seeing this, he knew that the other party must be a first-class immortal. He looked respectful for a moment, and he greeted the people to lift King Zhu Zi from the treasure car and walk straight into the door.

"The fairy doctor, your majesty is here."

The curator led the king to collapse, step by step to the pavilion, and spoke to Vegett.

Vegett raised his eyes and glanced at him. There was a flash of blood in his eyes: "Waste residue and blood stasis blocked the meridians, depression of qi filled the heart and chest, kidney deficiency and pulse floating, body delicate and weak, red urine and blood in stool, uncomfortable with heat and cold …Your Majesty, is there something wrong with what this seat says?"

"Not bad."

King Zhu Zi's spirit was shocked, he actually stood up relying on his own strength, arched his hand to Vegett, and bent over: "Dare to ask the fairy doctor, may he treat my illness?"

Beijit said: "The main cause of this disease is the depression in your heart. The depression will not get rid of it. Even if I restore your body, it will become like this over time."

King Zhu Zi paused slightly, with a bit of bitterness at the corner of his mouth, and said to the guards who were accompanying him: "Go down, guard this place, and don't let anyone in."

After the guards left, King Zhu Zi pointed to the director and deputy curator: "You also leave."

"Your Majesty, if we are all gone, your safety..." the deputy curator said in surprise.

King Zhu Zi shouted and said: "There is no doubt about employing people, and others don't need it. Besides, do you think that even if you stay here, this immortal master has no ability to hurt the widow? Go and leave quickly."

The director and deputy curator did not dare to disobey the king, so he smiled at Vegett in kind, and turned away with someone.

"It seems that you want to tell us something about your heart." When the outsiders were gone, Vegett said with a smile.

"The immortal master saw my illness at a glance, and it must be extraordinary. Therefore, a hope came into my heart, hoping that the immortal master could save me." King Zhu Zi said sincerely.

"You belong to the heart disease, let's talk about it, your troubles." Beijit said. *

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