Proud Sword Rebirth

"You...!" The middle-aged man frowned, ready to scold him.

"Please shut up!" A young man in white clothes with a loyal temperament walked over helplessly and looked at the middle-aged man and the young man. "This is the residence of the medical saint. The medical saint needs a quiet environment to treat diseases. Everyone

If you have any grievances or grudges, please settle them elsewhere. This place cannot withstand everyone's torment."

This makes sense. The middle-aged man nodded slightly and stopped arguing with the young man from before. He said, "I haven't asked for advice yet."

The young man in white shirt smiled and said: "Du Ziteng, just call me Xiao Du."

"Du... Mr. Du." The middle-aged man said softly with a calm face: "My nephew has a strange disease. He came here in a hurry from thousands of miles away. I don't know where the medical saint lives now. I hope he can save my nephew.

As long as my nephew can recover, I am willing to pay any reward!"

This sounds a bit arrogant, and it is naturally impossible to pay for anything, but this is just a statement to express his determination.

"This, sir, should be a person with a title, right?" Du Ziteng said slowly: "He is dressed in blue and the sky is blue. The older brother stands at attention and the younger brother stands proud. I think this sir is the famous Nord Qingyi. Qingyi

Hou?"

Qing Yihou opened his eyes wide, full of shock, and asked: "How did you know my identity?"

Du Ziteng smiled, turned around and walked towards the back room, leaving a soft voice: "You should know my grandfather's rules. If nothing unexpected happens on this trip, you may have come in vain." As for Qing Yihou,

He didn't answer the question from beginning to end, as if he didn't hear it.

"Are you...the grandson of the Medical Sage?" Qingyi Hou finally realized that the person speaking to him was actually the grandson of the famous Medical Sage. No wonder he was still so calm and calm after guessing his identity.

Changes in expression.

However, since Du Ziteng is the grandson of the Medical Sage, his words, to a certain extent, represent the Medical Sage's attitude.

Nord Qibei was next to Qingyi Hou. His face suddenly turned pale, but he still forced a smile and said: "Second uncle, the medical saint may not be able to cure my illness. Since the medical saint refuses to treat me, let's leave."

Maybe Mr. Yi can find a way."

While he was talking, he didn't see an old man walking slowly from the side courtyard, holding a worn-out backpack in his hand.

"If I can't save him, then there won't be anyone in the world who can." The old man passed by Nord Qibei and suddenly said inexplicably, "I don't dare to say that my medical skills are the best in the world.

, but in this world, there are only a few people who can surpass me in medical skills, and they may not be able to cure the diseases that I can’t cure!”

This is a kind of pride, just like the peerless strong men, they all have their own arrogance, the arrogance of the strong, and the medical saint, who has reached the pinnacle of medical skills, naturally has such arrogance.

The Medical Sage is usually very indifferent, but this Nord Qibei can be regarded as a promising young man with good conduct and excellent temperament, which attracted the attention of the Medical Sage. However, he said this sentence again,

That's why the Medical Saint was slightly angry, but after saying that, he smiled dumbly, secretly blaming himself for being so old and still fighting like a young man, and said in his heart: "Sin, sin, sin."

…”

Nord Qibei had never guessed that this person was the real master. He did not deliberately flatter him, but just gave him a slight courtesy as a junior, and then talked eloquently: "Senior Medical Sage, I don't know how good Mr. Yi's medical skills are, but No doctor or pharmacist in the entire northern Sichuan Province could explain my disease in detail, but Mr. Yi opened his mouth and explained some of it. Although he didn't know what was right or wrong, looking at his confident look, I thought, Even if it’s wrong, it’s certainly not too far off.”

"Oh?" At this moment, the Medical Saint was inexplicably surprised.

He looked at the Marquis of Qingyi next to him. Seeing him, the Marquis of Qingyi also nodded sincerely and said: "My nephew did not lie. I can guarantee this with my head on my neck!"

"It seems that you are telling the truth." The Medical Saint has lived for such a long time. As a doctor, what kind of person has he not seen? He has seen countless people, and he thinks he can still tell whether Qingyi Hou's uncle or nephew has someone. Lying, "It's just, it shouldn't be! Even I only understand part of your disease. How did he learn about it?"

The Medical Saint has traveled throughout the Aojian Empire since he was young. He has read almost all the medical books in the empire. No matter who compiled them, as long as the contents of the medical books are correct, he will read them. several times.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this era, no one has read more books than him. This is what he is most proud of!

And just now, when he saw Nord Qibei for the first time, he didn't recognize what kind of disease he had until he got close to Nord Qibei, and while he was talking, he observed carefully and thought about it. A flash of inspiration occurred, and then I remembered that I had seen this example in an ancient medical book, and that book was collected by Ao Wuchang, the most powerful man in Sin City thirty years ago.

Regarding this disease, the medical book only explains part of it. The principle is not explained clearly, and the treatment method is not explained clearly. Speaking of which, the medical sage must combine his own ideas and give a complete plan to solve it. Question, this is the first time in the past ten or twenty years that the medical sage has encountered such a difficult case.

"What did he say at that time?" The Medical Sage suspected that what they said about Mr. Yi was fabricated, and was prepared to verify it carefully.

Nord Qibei and Qingyihou looked at each other, and seemed to feel a glimmer of hope. Qingyihou quickly said: "He said so at the time, it comes from the inner circle of the Warcraft Forest, and its strength is not as good as even the lowest disciple-level Warcraft. , but it once led to the death of a ninth-level swordsman. The longer the delay, the more difficult it will be to cure it. I hope the medical saint can find a way."

These words would not have any impact on Yi Chen. For the sake of his nephew's illness, Qingyi Hou repeated Yi Chen's previous words without reservation. After a pause, he continued: "Later, we asked him whether It’s not like you know about Qi Bei’s illness.”

"How did he answer?" When asked this question, the Medical Saint's face was solemn, looking a little anxious, but with a hint of joy. This time, it seemed that he had met a real expert.

"His answer is this. I know, but...well, there is some trouble. You should go to the Medical Saint first. Maybe he can find a way to cure it." Qingyi Hou said sorry to Yi Chen in his heart, and then Repeated Yi Chen's previous words.

The medical sage suddenly smiled: "Hahaha~ha! I am not alone in my way, I am not alone in my way!"

His sudden laughter drew Du Ziteng out of the back room, and he looked at his grandfather in confusion. What happened to his grandfather today? Why was he laughing so happily and cheerfully? That kind of joy, that kind of excitement, was Du Ziteng's.

For many years, I haven't seen such emotions from my grandfather.

How many years has passed? It seems that since the death of his parents, grandpa has not smiled like this, right?

"Senior Medical Saint." Marquis Qingyi didn't know what kind of madness the Medical Saint had, so he couldn't help but shout softly.

It happened that Yi Sen hadn't left yet and was watching this scene in a daze. He was very envious of the uncle-nephew relationship between Qingyi Hou and Nord Qibei. In the Yi family, he couldn't enjoy such a real relationship.

Although he seems to have felt this kind of emotion after becoming a disciple of General Lang Mo, but now, Lang Mo can no longer be regarded as his teacher. After all, Lang Mo's words are enough to say goodbye. Now, he can only

It can be regarded as an existence expelled by Lang Mo.

The Medical Saint waved his hand and said solemnly: "I have a rule not to treat anyone with a title or their relatives. However, this rule is not static. Some people are willing to be my experimental subjects.

, provided me with ten years of experiments, I can treat them, and some people have gone bankrupt and paid all their property, and I can also save them. Of course, the premise of all this is that I am in need. If there is no need, no matter what

, and I won’t change my mind.”

He said so much, but no one understood what he meant.

Fortunately, with the next sentence, the medical sage answered everyone's doubts: "This time, I have only one condition. As long as you meet it, I will treat this young man for free."

"Senior, please speak." Qingyi Hou's face was filled with joy.

"Invite the Mr. Yi you are talking about and meet me, and I will be willing to take action!" The Medical Sage said a condition that surprised everyone, "Of course, even I am only 40% sure of curing him.

, I have to tell you this first.”

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