President Bingshan's Personal Crazy Doctor

"What's wrong with me? Exposing your hypocritical mask made you angry?" Biyu sneered, and said acrimonious words.

How can she say that about herself?
A sharp and harsh voice echoed in his ears, meeting Biyu's indifferent eyes, Biguio's tender body trembled uncontrollably.

"What else do you have to say?" Tatamu asked Lin Yifan and Biguio with a smug smile on his face.

say what?
The moment Biyu stood up, no amount of explanations would turn pale and powerless.

"Patriarch Bai, the saintesses in southern Xinjiang do not abide by the clan rules, meet men privately, and want to murder the high priest. On behalf of the owner of the Qingteng tribe, I propose to abolish her status as a saint. As the patriarch of the Baishi tribe, express your opinion Go." Tatamu looked at Bai Jin and said in a deep voice.

Bai Jin, whose eyes were flickering, did not express his opinion directly. After being silent for a few seconds, his eyes swept over the angry-faced members of the Qingteng tribe, and finally landed on Tatamu, asking: "Tatamu, the saint How has it been over the years?"

Tatamu was taken aback, hesitated for a while and said, "The saint made a lot of contributions to Miao Jiang before she left Miao Jiang."

What Baguio did in Miaojiang before, all the people in Miaojiang saw it in their eyes, and it was impossible for Tatamu to obliterate Baguio's previous contribution to Miaojiang.

"People are not sages, who can do nothing? Although what the saint is going to do this time is outrageously wrong, but seeing Gong Laosan who has made so many contributions to Miao Jiang before him, I think we should give the saint another one." Chance, what do you think?"

When Bai Jin spoke, his eyes swept over Tatamu and the members of the Qingteng tribe, and he asked in a deep voice.

The faces of Tatamu and the Qingteng tribe froze, as if they disagreed with Bai Jin's opinion.

However, Bai Jin represents the Baishi tribe, the second largest tribe in Miaojiang. Bai Jin's opinion is very important whether to abolish the saint, especially after the high priest gets sick, Bai Jin is basically consulted for all matters in Miaojiang. Views.

"What chance are you giving him?" Tatum looked at Bai Jin and asked in a deep voice.

There was a meaningful smile on Bai Jin's face, he looked at Baguio, and said with a smile: "Saint, as long as you kill him now, we can believe that you are bewitched by him to make this wrong decision, From now on, the saint of Miaojiang will still be you."

"Impossible!" Baguio refused Bai Jin's proposal without even thinking about it.

She would rather die by herself than lay hands on Lin Yifan!
"Saint, it seems that you are determined to go wrong to the end. Since you don't know how to repent, then we have to ask the high priest to decide your life and death." Bai Jin's expression still looked calm, but he spoke His voice was unusually indifferent.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Tatamu, "After all, the saint is the person chosen by the high priest himself. Even if she wants to fly out of her status as a saint, it is not up to us to decide. Go and kiss the high priest."

Tatamu nodded, and then looked at the people of the Ivy tribe, "Take care of them. Before the high priest comes, if they try to escape, life or death, we must keep them."

The members of the Qingteng tribe nodded to Tatamu, and quickly surrounded Lin Yifan, Baguio, and Gu Yunxi.

Lin Yifan, who couldn't see the expression on his face, lost a glance at Bai Jin and Tatamu, and then smiled at Bi Yao and Gu Yunxi, "With me here, you will be fine."

After he finished speaking, he turned his eyes to Meng Rao on the ground, and his face became serious.

Lin Yifan walked up to Meng Rao and bent down. Under the suspicious eyes of Bai Jin and the Qingteng tribe, he took out the brocade box containing the silver needles from his arms.

He grabbed the wrapped clothes with both hands and pulled them hard, and the top was torn into strips of cloth like paper, which caused anger to flash across the faces of the members of the Qingteng tribe.

But when they saw Lin Yifan's hands trembling, the several members of the Qingteng tribe who stood up froze in place.

Is he going to use acupuncture to save Meng Rao?
When they had seen Lin Yifan cure the man in the wheelchair with acupuncture before, and now they saw that Lin Yifan was going to use magical techniques to save Meng Rao, everyone felt a kind of anticipation in their hearts.

No matter how much they hated Lin Yifan, Meng Rao was the number one warrior in southern Xinjiang that they all respected. If Lin Yifan really saved Meng Rao, this would be something that the Qingteng tribe would like to see.

Bai Jin's brows twitched a few times quickly, but he did not stop Lin Yifan's movements, his eyes fixed on Lin Yifan's hands, as if he wanted to see clearly how Lin Yifan applied the needle.

Lin Yifan did not use Jiuzhuan Bagua Needle, but a very common conventional acupuncture technique. His movements were very slow, and he would pause for a few seconds every time he went down the needle, and then gave the needle again.

Lin Yifan didn't know what kind of poison was in Mengrao, and now there was enough time for him to determine what kind of poison was in Mengrao, so he could only use the most conservative treatment method, sealing Mengrao with silver needles. The meridians of the whole body, and then cooperate with a set of massage techniques to make Meng Rao wake up first.

Piercing the last silver needle into Meng Rao's back, Lin Yifan grabbed Meng Rao's hands and shook them vigorously. As the movements of his hands became faster and faster, the silver needle inserted into Meng Rao's back With the rapid swing of his hands, they trembled rapidly.

"puff……"

Meng Rao, who was in a coma, suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark red blood, and opened his eyes at this moment.

Only then did Lin Yifan stop what he was doing, and quickly took off the silver needle on Meng Rao's back, "How do you feel ready now?"

The blindfolded eyes that had just woken up were a little dull, and Lin Yifan's voice sounded next to his ears, which made his somewhat dull eyes regain some agility, "You despicable..."

Meng Rao decided that Lin Yifan had poisoned him, and the first time he saw the other party, he rushed forward to fight the other party desperately.

He just woke up because he was too emotional, and before he could finish a sentence, he spat out another mouthful of blood mist.

"Meng Rao, how are you?" The owner of the Ivy Tribe hurriedly surrounded Meng Rao at this moment, looking at him with concern.

He took a few breaths, met the concerned eyes of the clansmen, and squeezed out a weak smile, "I, I'm fine."

He said he was fine, but the constant colic in his body made his rough face tremble constantly.

Seeing Meng Rao waking up, Lin Yifan breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, he was sure that the poison in Meng Rao would not be fatal, but could only temporarily disable him.

Adding that Biyu suddenly stood up to frame Baguio, and Bai Jin abnormally asked Tatum to ask the high priest to convict Biguio, Lin Yifan finally knew what Bai Jin and Tatum wanted to do.

Bai Jin's brows were slightly frowned at this time, looking at the people surrounded by the Ivy tribe, and the sneer flashing across Lin Yifan's face, he suddenly felt very uneasy.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the small courtyard, and Tatum came in pushing a wheelchair, which immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Yifan's eyes also fell on the woman in the wheelchair with a light veil covering her face.

"Master..." Seeing the person coming, Bi Yao's delicate body trembled a few times, her eyes were suddenly blurred by a layer of water mist, and she hurriedly ran towards the high priest sitting in the wheelchair.

"You are not qualified to be called a master." Biyu suddenly stood up at this moment, stopped in front of Biguio, looked at her indifferently and said.

Meeting Biyu's indifferent eyes, Bigui's raised foot was in the air, and she couldn't put it down no matter what.

"Biyao, is what Tatamu said true?" The high priest stared at Baguio with burning eyes, and asked in a deep voice.

If you don't look at the high priest himself, but just listen to the voice, most people will think that the high priest is no more than 30 years old, and the ethereal and melodious voice can easily make people intoxicated.

Even though the high priest is speaking in a very stern tone at this time, not only will people not experience any discomfort by chance, but it will also make people want to get closer.

"Master, I invited Mr. Lin back just to treat you. I can swear by any name that I have absolutely no other relationship with Mr. Lin." Bi Yao looked at the high priest and said seriously.

"Master, when I was in Binhai City, sister was injured because of him. He had close contact with sister in the hospital." Yao quickly talked about the intimate contact.

"The saintesses in Miaojiang must never have any intimate contact with any man. This is what the master said when he chose Sister as the saint. Master will not forget it?" Biyu looked at the high priest with a questioning tone asked.

The high priest glanced at Biyu meaningfully, and then his gaze fell on Biguio, "What else do you want to say?"

"Master, if you think I'm wrong, I have nothing to say." Facing her mentor, Baguio didn't want to make any further explanations.

Trust is a feeling in the heart.If her master doesn't trust her anymore, no amount of explanation will help.

"Patriarch Bai, what do you think should be done with Baguio?" The high priest looked at Bai Jin who was frowning slightly, and asked softly.

A playful smile flashed across Bai Jin's face, "High Priest, Baguio is the saint woman you selected, how should I deal with it, I'm an outsider, so it's not easy to give advice."

He paused at this point, glanced at the people in the small courtyard, and then said: "I believe that the high priest will definitely make the most correct decision in accordance with the family rules."

The high priest nodded, then looked at Tatamu and Biyu, and asked softly, "What do you two think is the right way to deal with Biguio?"

"We obey the master's decision." Tatamu and Jasper said to the high priest in unison.

All eyes were on the high priest at this moment, waiting for her next decision.

"High priest, can you listen to me?" Lin Yifan, who had been silent since the appearance of the high priest, suddenly spoke at this moment.