The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Well!"

Sheng Xueqing choked on her words.

Qian Ming and Qian Shuman were also amused by Sheng Chuxin, and completely put all their worries behind them.

"Sheng Chuxin, show me some seriousness." Sheng Xueqing bluffed her face and taught her a lesson.

"Am I not straight?"

Sheng Chuxin turned his head to look at Beiyehan who was beside him.

Where is she not serious, she has clearly said enough, does it have to put on a face and say a lot of scary things to be considered serious?

"Ahan, am I not serious?"

Bei Yehan shook his head helplessly, glared at her before looking at Sheng Xueqing.

"Mother-in-law, Patriarch Qian, Young Master, what Xin'er means is that whether it's healing the body or the mind, you need a good mood. Like Young Master Qian, his face is full of sadness, and it's really hard to say whether he can cure the poison or not." .”

"Because... there is medicine to heal the poison of the body, but... there is no medicine to heal the poison of the heart."

"Yes, Ahan still understands me."

Sheng Chuxin snapped his fingers and pointed at Beiyehan.

"As the saying goes, there are thousands of knots in the heart. This saint is just a pharmacist, not a demon."

"this……"

Hearing what they said, Qian Ming opened his mouth, his eyes swept back and forth between Sheng Xueqing and his son.

Who is Qian Shuman's knot in his heart? As a father, he is very clear. It's just the two of them, is there any possibility of being together again? He was really afraid of another accident.

And Sheng Xueqing and Qian Shuman just looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking.

"Xin'er, what poison is the young master Qian suffering from, and can it be easily cured?"

Beiyehan asked aloud.

Chu Xin had just returned from the seventh floor of purgatory, if he wanted to detoxify Qian Shuman in the near future, he would never agree.

"Hiss, how should I say it?"

Hearing Bei Yehan's question, Sheng Chuxin raised his hand to support his chin, and murmured softly.

"He is Wenshang, let's talk about difficulty..."

After a while, she snapped her fingers again, pointing her index finger at Bei Yehan.

"It's much easier to cure than the dark night technique you acquired back then, and the medicinal materials needed for detoxification are all ready-made."

"Wen Shang, is it also a curse? Body curse and soul curse together?" Bei Yehan asked again.

His eyes focused on Qian Shuman. This person, who looks obviously weaker than he did before, is it easier to understand than Ming Yeshu? Why doesn't he believe what he said?

"Would that be easy to solve?"

"It's just a body spell, not a soul spell. Moreover, the spell on his body is only about 20 years old. You are different."

Sheng Chuxin replied.

The Mingye technique that Ahan practiced back then has been practiced for thousands of years. The difficulty level between the two spells is obvious, not to mention that the two spells are not the same, and Wenshang is not as overbearing as the Mingye technique.

"However, his body is weaker than yours. This has something to do with the medicine he has taken for so many years. The medicine is three-point poisonous. Later, I will pluck a few hairs and beards and give him to eat."

Looking at Qian Shuman, she rarely spoke seriously.

Xu Xu in the ring of the environment: "..."

Why is it always her who gets hurt every time the master wants to save someone?

Hey, it's no wonder the master, whoever asked the master to save are all seriously ill patients.

"Can you really detoxify Man'er?"

After listening to Sheng Chuxin and Bei Yehan talking so much, Qian Ming finally came to his senses and asked excitedly.