Urban Medical God

"Senior Yao Ancestor, can the toxins in the body of Senior Blood God be cured together?"

"No. Yaozu shook his head, "In these eternal years, this poison has become a part of his body, and after his bloodline mutated. The immortal origin also regards the poison as itself. The poisons have long been indistinguishable from each other and cannot be dismantled. "

"Then what should we do?" Ye Chen frowned. He didn't expect that in addition to the broken arm, the Blood God also had such toxins on his body.

"However, after living together for many years, you should be able to suppress this poison."

The Blood God nodded and said: "Sometimes, it will cause changes in physical characteristics. At other times, it can still be suppressed. And after becoming immortal, this violent energy has indeed brought me many benefits."

Yao Ancestor nodded and continued: "In that case, you can suppress the poison by yourself. I have a heart-purifying spell here. If you are unable to suppress it in the future, you can use it."

"Okay, thank you, senior."

The Medicine Ancestor said nothing, but reached out and pressed the button on the huge medicine cauldron. The huge medicine cauldron clicked to reveal a door.

Yaozu made an inviting gesture towards the Blood God and was already sitting on the futon.

Ye Chen glanced at the Blood God, with an extremely reassuring look in his eyes, and said: "Senior, don't worry, Ye Chen will always be here waiting for you.

The Blood God hummed lightly, but he still felt a little strange in his heart. Could it be that the Medicine Ancestor planned to refine himself as a pill?

A stream of green flames burned slowly under the huge medicine cauldron, revealing an enchanting and mysterious luster.

Yao Ancestor did not speak, but lowered his eyes and looked at the Blood God with a serious expression.

Even though he was standing aside, Ye Chen's eyes when he looked at the Blood God were full of worry. He didn't know if he could adapt to the temperature between the medicine cauldron.

After Ye Chen thought about it, a flash of blood appeared in his eyes, and he actually looked directly through the endless iron wall of the medicine cauldron to observe the state of the Blood God sitting cross-legged inside.

As the temperature of the medicine cauldron gradually increased, cold sweat broke out on the Blood God's forehead.

A piece of medicinal material was thrown in from above by the Medicine Ancestor and pressed directly on the Blood God's legs.

The medicinal material seemed to have reached the ignition point, and now turned into a green light, shrouding the body of the Blood God.

Yao Ancestor didn't slack off at all. In his palm, a bright white flame merged into the flame under the medicine cauldron.

The temperature was even higher, and the sweat on the Blood God's body almost wet his entire clothes.

The blood energy in his body was now solidified in the skin on his body. The originally fair skin was quietly turning red, giving it a rather sinister look.

Although Ye Chen was filled with doubts, he didn't want to question Yao Ancestor. In his opinion, Yao Ancestor must have his own rules for treating diseases. If he interrupted rashly, he would appear to be extremely distrustful of him.

Although Yaozu didn't hear Ye Chen's inquiry, he deliberately reminded Ye Chen and said: "Confucian Ancestor used thunder to destroy the source of the Tao and forcibly cut off the connection between the entire severed arm and the body. This is strong. Now I want to To help the Blood God recover, you must use gentleness.”

Ye Chen frowned and said, "Strong and soft at the same time?"

"You can teach me," Yaozu nodded happily, "If I forcibly cut open the tendons, it would be necessary. But this would have an impact on the blood god's original blood, so I could only use a more stupid method. Method. Use Chiyang's herbs to dissolve his frozen and dusty blood, allowing him to release all his origins and better protect his body."

Ye Chen nodded, but he didn't expect Yaozu to be willing to take the trouble to explain to him.

"Next, after the medicine is gone, we will cut off all the meridians where his arm was broken, which means he will have to let out such a heart-rending roar again."

Ye Chen nodded. It was very simple to cut off. He was strong enough and could do it with just one move. But if you want to reshape it, there must be no deviation in the organization corresponding to each meridian.

This was not only a test of the Blood God's endurance, but also a test of the Yao Ancestor's powerful medicinal efficacy.

"ah!"

Before Ye Chen finished thinking, the Blood God had already screamed out heartbreakingly, and the entire medicine cauldron was shaken by the Blood God.

Yaozu pursed his lips, as if he had already anticipated this situation. At this time, he had already taken out all three spiritual herbs in his hand and put them into the medicine cauldron one by one in order.

The blood god's entire veins made a crackling sound after the three spiritual grasses entered.

The Blood God's voice gradually weakened as the three medicinal plants blended in.

Yaozu made a slight seal, and a red silk thread appeared in his hand, with a needle as thin as an ox's hair tied to the end of the thread.

Above the silk thread is lingering Yao Ancestor's original magical power, and wisps of blazing white luster are continuously gathering on the needle tip through the silk thread.

With the blessing of this luster, the needle was like a small fish, constantly swimming around the edge of the blood god's severed arm, sometimes cutting off and sometimes connecting.

The Blood God's face also became extremely pale, and every movement of the small needle seemed to be made by the Yao Ancestor himself, carrying the supreme pressure of the Yao Ancestor.

Ye Chen saw this and felt the pain for the Blood God. After all, this was not China and there was no anesthetic.

The Blood God, who had endured everything, was the calmest at this time.

From the moment the needle penetrated the edge of his broken arm, he could feel a seemingly invisible connection between his body and his left arm.

The more the little needle travels, the more frequent the connection between the two becomes.

After the small needle swam through the entire broken arm, it slowly flew back to Yao Ancestor.

A top-quality medicinal herb once again appeared in Yaozu's hand, and he threw it directly into the medicine cauldron without feeling distressed.

At this time, Ye Chen saw that the medicinal herbs had turned into points of light the moment they entered the medicine cauldron, slowly integrating into the place where the small needle passed through.

Endless medicinal spirit energy surged in from the wound.

The wound on the broken arm emitted a pure white light, and the blood god's originally blocked perception was slowly restored to contact under the infiltration of the medicinal spirit.

Only a strength comparable to that of Confucian Ancestor can repair the scars caused by the destructive power of thunder to what it is now.

The endless blood power in the Blood God's body explodes, and its powerful recovery ability is slowly demonstrating its effect.

In the medicine cauldron, the bloodline power is slowly condensing into the shape of an arm.

The Blood God's face became solemn and pale. The origin of Confucian thunder and destruction was confronting Yaozu's medicinal spirit energy. He tried to control the bloodline power, but the origin of thunder and destruction did not completely dissipate.

But like a centipede insect that is dead but not stiff, the wound that is constantly being impacted wants to come back.