Proud Sword Rebirth

The Medical Sage's mansion occupies a large area, with more than twenty guest rooms alone, and it is very easy to accommodate several people in each guest room. Therefore, there are many patients in this mansion.

In the eyes of many people, it is an honor to be treated by the Medical Saint, but in fact, there are countless people who have been treated by the Medical Saint.

Moreover, the grandson of the Medical Sage, Du Ziteng, is known as the Little Fairy Doctor. Although he is not as good as the Medical Sage, his medical skills are also extremely good. He can cure most common diseases by himself, which also relieves the Medical Sage in disguise.

The burden is not to deprive the patients who come in an endless stream of opportunities to receive treatment.

Even so, the medical saint is sometimes extremely busy, but this old man, who is nearly eighty years old, enjoys it and has not complained at all. Not only that, he treats most patients for free and rarely charges any fees.

When paying for the consultation.

Under such a comparison, other medical clinics in Sin City seem to be too redundant. They have moved and changed their professions, and no one can compete with them.

After all, not to mention the free rules, the reputation of the Medical Saint alone is enough to deter these doctors from having the courage and ideas to compete.

At this time, many patients were looking around in the inner courtyard, and they could faintly hear the words of the medical saint.

Du Ziteng had left for a short while and happened to grab a dose of medicine for a patient. He was going to let his servants boil it into a soup and let the patient take it. But at this time, he couldn't help but stop and looked at the white man blankly.

Grandpa, who has gray hair, looks a little abnormal today.

"Master Yi?" Du Ziteng chewed softly in his mouth, "Who is this person? Grandpa pays so much attention to him!"

"A young man that Medical Sage Du values ​​​​?" Many patients also remembered the three words 'Mr. Yi', "It seems that he should have some real abilities, but I don't know whether it is the little fairy doctor who is more powerful, or that Mr. Yi.

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On the other side, Yi Senyuan's footsteps stopped again. Several people mentioned 'Mr. Yi' several times and had the same surname as him. He wanted to see who this person with the same surname was.

It wasn't that he was really that powerful, and he had a vague feeling that this person seemed to have an inseparable relationship with himself.

Marquis Qingyi and Nord Qibei fell silent, not expecting that the Medical Saint's request was actually this.

After pondering for a moment, Qingyi Hou said in a deep voice: "Senior Medical Saint."

Waving his hand, the Medical Saint said: "Just call me Du Liang."

Although the Medical Sage himself said so, Qingyi Hou did not dare to call him that. He changed his name to a more familiar name and continued: "Mr. Du, this Mr. Yi has a mysterious origin, and he is our savior. I just

I can promise and do my best, but if he insists on refusing to come, then even if my nephew's life is really taken away by death, I will never force Mr. Yi."

He said these words sincerely and firmly. At the end of his words, he looked at Nord Qibei with an apologetic look.

Nord Qibei did not object, but stood up and supported: "Yes, Mr. Du, although I, Nord Qibei, am afraid of death, there are some things that are more precious than life. If Mr. Du asks too much, I would rather die."

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Although Nord Qibei usually looks sick and depressed, at this time, when he speaks, he is sonorous and powerful, full of determination.

They are getting vaccinated, what they are afraid of is that the medical sage will not get through them and go directly to Mr. Yi!

Medical Saint Du Liang laughed loudly and said: "Yes, through your conduct, I now feel that even if I break the rules I set myself, if I can cure this little guy, it is still worth it. Don't worry, I am here.

I promise that I will never do anything to embarrass you."

Heaving a sigh of relief, Qing Yihou cupped his hands and said, "Then, Mr. Du, please wait here for a moment. I will invite Young Master Yi to come. As for whether he will come, I can't guarantee it."

At this time, everyone was very curious about Mr. Yi in the mouth of Qingyi Marquis. He kept claiming that Mr. Yi was their savior. With his strength, if it was something that he couldn't solve, what could a young man do to help him? And Mr. Yi

He also attracted such attention from the Medical Saint. Even before he appeared, everyone in the audience was looking forward to his appearance.

Du Liang is waiting, Du Ziteng is waiting, Yi Sen is waiting, and many patients are also waiting...

Just when Qingyi Hou turned around, a young voice came from the gate of the mansion: "No need, I'm already here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man appeared at the corner and walked towards the gate of the mansion step by step.

After crossing the threshold in one step, the young man walked a dozen steps again, came to everyone, and said calmly: "I never imagined when I would become so important. I only need to come here to save one person's life.

Haha, in this case, whether I want to or not, I have to come here."

"Yi Chen!" At this time, Yi Sen, who was closest to the young man, his face twitched violently and he lost his voice.

Only then did the young man notice Yi Sen on the side of the trail. He looked at him with a complicated expression and said, "Brother...brother, long time no see."

With a forced smile on his face, Yi Sen said, "Yes, long time no see."

Du Liang walked two steps at a time, and arrived at the young man's side in a few steps. Although he was surprised by the young man's calm and majestic temperament, on the surface he remained calm and said solemnly: "You are what they said.

Mr. Yi, Yi Chen?" Since Yi Sen called out this name and the young man responded, it is obvious that his name is Yi Chen.

"How dare a casual cultivator keep the record of the Medical Sage in mind?" Yi Chen turned his head, "If I don't change my name, I am Yi Chen."

"Yi Chen? Why do I feel that this name seems familiar?" Many patients scratched their heads in confusion. They must have heard this name before, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

Suddenly, a voice came from the inner courtyard. It was a middle-aged man who patted his forehead and said to himself: "I remembered it. I finally remembered it. Isn't this Yi Chen the capital of Northern Sichuan Province?"

That genius who has risen recently? I remember that many people were in disbelief at the news coming from northern Sichuan!"

The middle-aged man's words seemed to awaken everyone's memories at once and ignite everyone's emotions.

"Yes, yes, that's that person! It is said that the swordsman's cultivation is so good that General Lang Mo can defeat both sides!"

"Yes, he also quit the Yi family, and with his little cultivation, he suddenly became famous. Most of the news coming from the Wilderness City is about him!"

"When did this young man learn medical skills?"

Hearing the many comments, Du Liang suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at the young man in front of him with surprise and surprise.

The only exception is Yi Sen.

Yi Sen looked at the young man with complicated and incomprehensible eyes. In the past, this second brother was known as the Dandy King of Yemian City. Not long ago, today, he was famous in northern Sichuan, even in this sinful city.

Everyone has heard of his deeds. He, the eldest brother who is regarded as a hope and genius, is not noticed by anyone now.

The situations of the two brothers seemed to have been reversed for a year, but Yi Sen did not show his playboy side.

"This..." Du Liang suddenly realized a problem. Since Yi Chen is here and Yi Sen is his eldest brother, what attitude should he take to face Yi Sen?

You know, a few days ago, he was not polite to Yi Sen and Lang Mo at all.

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