City: I am possessed by a mildew god, and I draw S-level exercises at the beginning

Quickly crossing the crowded crowd of onlookers, Xiao Yao soon came to the door of the store.

The pharmacy has already been cleared. On a temporary hospital bed in the middle of the store, an old man closed his eyes tightly. He seemed to be having difficulty breathing, his face had changed color, and he seemed to have endured great pain before he fell into a coma. His expression was slightly ferocious.

"Master Zhao, how is the situation?" A middle-aged man beside the hospital bed asked anxiously.

The grey-haired master Zhao took his pulse, probed his nose, and auscultated. After working for a long time, he shook his head with a solemn expression, and sighed: "Hey, I said half a year ago that Mr. Wu is old. I can live for another year at most, and now the situation has suddenly turned bad, and I am helpless..."

"This……"

As soon as Master Zhao finished speaking, a group of people in the store felt as if they were struck by lightning. Several people who had managed to stop crying just now suddenly cried even worse...

"Master Zhao, is there really no other way? Even if you live for half a year as you said before!" the middle-aged man said anxiously.

Master Zhao shook his head and didn't speak again, the meaning was already obvious.

The middle-aged man sat on the ground decadently, as if his soul had been taken away by someone, his eyes were lifeless, like a puppet on a string, he woke up after a while, and said weakly: "Go home, prepare for the funeral... ..."

"Wait a minute." Everyone heard the words and looked, and a young man in plain clothes stepped into the store, "Don't be in a hurry to make arrangements for the funeral."

"Who are you?" The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yao.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can save him." Xiao Yao pointed to Mr. Wu on the hospital bed.

As soon as the words came out, there was a lot of noise around.

"Crazy? Who is this guy?"

"I don't know. I guess it's around [-] based on the face. You probably haven't finished reading the book yet. Are you still treating illnesses and saving lives?"

"That should be a scam, right? After all, this family looks very rich."

"Well, I guess so."

"..."

The onlookers made wild guesses, but Xiao Yao's body was straight and unmoved, as if it wasn't him that everyone was talking about.

"Ding! Unlucky value +2, the current unlucky value is 30." The system suddenly reminded.

"It seems that someone doesn't want me to make a move..." Xiao Yao thought to himself.

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yao carefully, years of experience in reading people told him that the young man in front of him was very confident, but where did this confidence come from? It was hard to say, was he confident in his medical skills?Or deceit?
After a moment of silence, the middle-aged man made a decision.

"Close the door." The middle-aged man got up and ordered.

Several bodyguards were dispatched quickly, the crowd dispersed, the door of the pharmacy was closed, and Xiao Yao was the only "outsider" in the store.

The middle-aged man stared at Xiao Yao with a very serious expression, as if he wanted to see through him directly with his eyes.

"Young man, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately. Do you know what will happen to you if you fail to keep your promises!" The middle-aged man threatened slightly.

How could Xiao Yao fail to understand what he meant?It would be best if it could be saved, but if it couldn't be saved, then my own life would have to be sacrificed!

Xiao Yao smiled indifferently, and replied directly: "If it's okay, you'll have to try it out. You won't even give me the chance to diagnose the disease, will you?"

The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yao suspiciously, this kid is simply too confident!But it’s okay to just diagnose the disease. Why don’t you give it a try?
"Please." The middle-aged man said.

Xiao Yao stepped forward, calm and composed, and after just a few seconds of contact with the patient, he slowly stretched out a finger and said with a confident smile: "I can cure small problems, 100 million, nine silver needles, and I will do it."