Proud Sword Rebirth

The reputation of the Medical Saint is resounding in the Proud Sword Continent, and in the City of Sin, it is even more deafening, no one knows about it!

No one can predict the day when they will get sick, poisoned, injured, etc. Since the Medical Sage dares to be called the Medical Sage, it can be imagined that his superb medical skills have reached the level of perfection.

, at least, in this era of scarcity of resources and knowledge, he was able to get to this point, and the hardships and hardships he put in were unimaginable to ordinary people.

It is precisely because of the superb medical skills of the Medical Saint that he has a transcendent status in the Sin City.

No one would be foolish enough to offend such a master-level physician, not to mention that there is a high possibility that he could seek help from him in the future. Even if not, no wise person would do such a thing that offends the public.

In Sin City, there are frequent battles, all kinds of intrigues, and power struggles almost every day. But no matter how fierce the trouble is outside, even if the entire Sin City is demolished, it will never affect the Medical Saint. Here,

It will always be the quietest and safest place in Sin City.

When you come here, no matter who you are, even if you are a few big guys in Sin City, you have to stay obediently. This is the influence of the Medical Saint!

At this time, in a ward of the Medical Saint's other hospital, the young man had just boiled the medicine and slowly handed it to the middle-aged man sitting next to the bed.

"Teacher, the medicine is ready. You can drink some first." The young man's character is not like this, but he has experienced too much these days, and he has gradually matured and appeared more stable.

"Get out! Get out! Get out~!" The middle-aged man with disheveled hair clapped his hands, knocked over the soup bowl, pointed at the young man and cursed: "If it weren't for you, a traitor, how could I have ended up in such a miserable situation? I wouldn't have turned into this person.

The appearance of a ghost but not a ghost is all thanks to you!"

A look of anger flashed across the young man's face, but he did not burst out in the end. He lowered his head and said: "Teacher..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man sneered: "Don't, don't call me teacher, I'm not qualified to be your teacher. You are a genius and a person with a bright future, and I am just a waste, just a medical saint."

You are a waste who came here to do experiments. My cultivation level is even worse, so how dare I be your teacher?"

"Teacher, once you are a teacher, you are always a father. Your disciple will not leave you alone." The young man said solemnly.

"Hahaha~ha! Stop being so hypocritical here. If it weren't for you, would I be in this situation? If it weren't for you, would I need to stay here shamelessly? Marquis, I am a noble Marquis! But now,

How many people will recognize me as a Marquis?" When the middle-aged man said this, he looked at the young man mockingly, as if he suddenly remembered something, "I understand!"

"What do you understand?" The young man was puzzled.

The middle-aged man said coldly: "Isn't it because you are deliberately following me because of the wealth I have accumulated over the years?"

The young man wanted to explain, but the middle-aged man didn't give him a chance to explain, and said directly: "Go away, don't let me see you again, I tell you, my wealth will not be kept even if it is used to feed the dogs.

It’s for you. Just give up on this idea! Also, don’t call me teacher in the future, I can’t afford to accept a disciple like you!”

He had good intentions, but was regarded as having other agendas, and was also insulted like this. Even though the young man was a clay figure, he was still very angry!

With a gloomy face, he said slowly: "I just want to repay you for your kindness over the past few years, but you treat me like this. Teacher, this is the last time I call you teacher! Since you asked me to get out, then I will get out."

Bar!"

After saying that, the young man turned around and left decisively.

It wasn't until after the young man left that the middle-aged man put away his disgusting expression and murmured with a bitter smile: "My teacher is just a useless person now, and life is worse than death. If you stay with my teacher, you will never have any problems."

It’s time to get ahead! Besides, although I hate your second brother very much, I have to admit that this boy is not a thing in the pond, and he will definitely soar into the sky in the future!"

Looking at the young man's disappearing back, he slowly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh in his heart: "My teacher has already regarded you as half a son. Now, I have suffered such a disaster for my teacher, and I must not harm you. You, still

Young people and their future should not be restricted by being a teacher!"

"If you fall out with your master, you have a reason to join forces with your talented second brother. Don't think that this boy is bold and reckless. Repairing the brotherly relationship with him is a clear path for you!"

"Everyone in the world thinks that he has a bad temper and is easily impulsive. But after thinking about it for so many days as a teacher, I discovered that this boy is really unparalleled in wisdom! At the beginning, he may have expected that the teacher would not be able to do anything to him, so he

He knows how to take action, and on the surface he is injured and flees, but in fact he takes the opportunity to completely escape from the Yi family, which can block the mouth of the world. Such a sophisticated plan is far worse than being a teacher!"

The middle-aged man sat up from the bed with difficulty, stretched out his hand to touch the shiny armor beside the bed, and murmured: "Old man, although I have massacred countless people, people in the world say that I am cruel and cruel. There are many people who want to kill me.

There are too many to count, but who knows, in this world where people cannibalize people, if I wasn’t cruel, how could I have survived until now?”

"Thank you, thank you for spending countless days and nights with me, and for fighting with me for half my life!" The middle-aged man's hoarse voice sounded softly.

As soon as he said these words, the middle-aged man smiled, very calmly, very indifferently, and very elegant. This was a smile that no one had ever seen on his face before, and it would never happen again in the future.

Yes, because the middle-aged hands are already on his neck...

Use a little more force.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones suddenly sounded, and then, the middle-aged man's head hung down feebly. However, his body was still sitting on the bed and did not fall down because of it. However, his breathing and heartbeat were at this moment.

, stopped forever.

If Yi Chen were here, he would definitely find out that this middle-aged man was none other than General Lang Mo!

You can never judge people by their appearance. Who could know that Lang Mo's mind is so complicated? Is his heart really as cruel as he appears on the surface?

not necessarily!

But no matter what, Lang Mo is dead, and he died in the doctor's palace. He did not die of an injury, but committed suicide.

Since he is dead, there is no way for the Medical Saint to return to heaven. He can bring the dying person back from the hell gate, and he can also rekindle hope for those who have no hope, but he cannot resurrect the dead.

He is a medical saint, not a god.

That young man, Lang Mo's disciple, is the eldest brother of Yi Chen's body, Yi Sen, a genius swordsman who has been famous in Yemian City for a long time, who is regarded as the pride of the Yi family, the pride of Yemian City, and the royal family.

The pride of the Swordsman Junior College, a genius who is regarded as the hope for the rise of the Yi family.

Yi Sen left the ward angrily and came to the gate, but accidentally bumped into a middle-aged man, and his body was shaken back a few steps.

"Young man, be careful when walking. Fortunately, you bumped into me. Otherwise, if my nephew had any shortcomings, I would never be able to spare you!" The middle-aged man's face was very serious. His nephew was almost hit just now.

In his current situation, no matter how he could withstand such a collision, anyone else would inevitably be angry.

With a look of despair on his face, Yi Sen shook his head mockingly: "Maybe you shouldn't have spared me in the first place."

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