The World of Martial Arts

Chapter 212 Three Days of Fate
Heyang City is a small city not far from Luoyang, and Xie Xiaofeng is currently in an unknown inn in the city.

He was covered in wounds, most of which looked like sword wounds, which were nothing at all, even if they were left alone, given the physical fitness of the Sword God, it wouldn't take a few days for him to heal.

After all, he had been stabbed eight times, stayed in bed overnight, and was raped by the bustard of the women's hospital, and he could move freely the next day.

Compared with the eight knives, these sword wounds are nothing.

However, he was afraid of being poisoned in the trauma, so he was unconscious for a long time and became extremely weak.

When he woke up at this moment, he saw a group of people surrounding him.

Most of these people know some medical skills, and even Ping Yizhi, a famous murderer doctor, is among them.

They came here following someone's order to detoxify Xie Xiaofeng and heal his wounds.

That person was Xie Xiaodi, he knew that his mother was going to kill his father, but in the short time he spent with his father, he had already sided with his father, so he would rather betray his mother.

"You are all famous doctors, so you can't even cure this injury!"

The faces of the doctors present were very ugly. After all, their professionalism had been questioned, but they really couldn't cure this injury.

The most confident person was Ping Yizhi. When he came, Linghu Chong had the audacity to follow him.

Although Linghu Chong's injury was serious, it was not considered fatal, so now he is alive and well. Hearing that someone is going to find Ping Yizhi to save the Sword God, it is naturally impossible for Linghu Chong not to join in the fun.

He got along with Ping Yizhi twice, and he was quite familiar with it. Now, seeing Ping Yizhi's frowning expression, like that of a dead parent, he couldn't help but want to sneer.

"Young Master Xie killed one of his subordinates in order for you to save others. If you can't save the third young master this time, don't you want to smash your reputation as a famous doctor for killing people?"

Xie Xiaodi heard Linghu Chong's sarcasm, and turned his head to look at it, Qi Yi said: "Doctor Ping, can you do something?"

Ping Yi glanced at Linghu Chong, and said helplessly to Xie Xiaodi: "It's not that I can't do anything, if it can be delivered one day in advance, it's not that the poison of the third young master can't be removed with medicine. It's just now..."

Ping shook his head with one finger.

Another young doctor named Jian Chuanxue said: "This gentleman has five wounds in total, two of which are old wounds, and three of which were stabbed with a sharp sword in the past two days.

Although it was not on the vital point, each sword pierced very deeply and hurt the bones and muscles of the joints.After a sick person is injured, if he seeks medical treatment immediately, he may still be saved.

It's a pity that after he was injured, he was overworked, and he drank too much, and the wound had begun to fester. "

What he said was as flat as a finger, and every sentence hit the point, which was also witnessed by Xie Xiaodi who followed Xie Xiaofeng during this period of time.

Although he was overwhelmed by his father's heroic demeanor, he also knew that his father continued to do that after being injured one after another, and it was indeed tantamount to dying.

Xie Xiaodi's face was extremely ugly, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are all famous doctors from one side, respected by everyone in the Jianghu.

Is there no way at all? "

Ping Yi pointed out: "Even if Ping uses all means to use drugs, and if Young Master Shan is willing to keep his head and not use force with others, and does not drink, eat meat or eat hair, he can still live for half a year."

Jian Chuanxue at the side said in amazement: "As expected of a famous murderer doctor respected in the world, alas, as a junior, at most he can heal Mr. Xie's three new injuries.

Those two old injuries were helpless, they could only last his life for seven days at most. "

Xie Xiaodi said: "I don't understand, those two old wounds have healed sores, they should be healed better."

Jian Chuanxue said: "You really don't understand, those two old wounds gave people golden sore medicine, that's why the sores healed so quickly, right?"

Xie Xiaodi nodded.

Jian Chuanxue said: "But if the golden sore medicine is mixed with Huagu powder, the poison will completely melt into the bone as the sore closes, and within seven days, all 130 bones in its whole body will turn into pus and blood.

That's why we admire the miracle doctor Ping Yizhi, because this kind of poison is an incurable disease for us, but he can extend his lifespan for half a year, which can be regarded as stealing his life from the hands of Lord Hades. "

The doctors around all showed admiration, and they also knew that they would never brag in such a situation with their flat reputation.

Xie Xiaodi grabbed Ping Yizhi's hand and held it tightly.

"Is there no medicine to cure this poison?!"

Slowly shaking his head with one finger.

Xie Xiaodi said: "Is there no one who can cure this poison?"

Ping Yizhi originally wanted to keep shaking his head, but he stopped, and said: "Although this old man prides himself on his medical skills, he also knows that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people. Maybe there is such a person, but Ping doesn't know who it is."

Xie Xiaodi slumped down, and suddenly heard Xie Xiaofeng on the bed asking: "If it is according to my nature, if I should cause troubles, I will continue to cause troubles, if I want to drink, I will drink, and if I want to eat meat, I will eat meat, so how many days can I live?"

Ping Yi pointed out: "If you are so indulgent, you can only live for three days at most. This old man has a strong medicine that can squeeze out the full potential of the body.

It can let you indulge for seven days. After seven days, you will die even more miserable and painful. It is suggested that when the medicine is released, you find someone to cut off your head quickly, and you will feel better. "

Xie Xiaofeng laughed and said: "That's really wonderful, there are still seven days left. If I take your medicine on the third day after indulgence, will it also last for seven days?"

Ping Yizhi smiled and said: "You are very good at calculating. If you continue to use ginseng and deer antler and other tonic medicines every day, you may not be able to last for another seven days, so it will be ten days!"

Xie Xiaofeng smiled even more happily.

Xie Xiaodi looked at him and said, "You can still laugh?"

Xie Xiaofeng didn't answer but asked instead: "Everyone has come from a long way, the master doesn't even serve wine?"

Linghu Chong sighed and said, "Hero Xie, although if I were in your position, I would drink and eat meat regardless, regardless of how many days I can live in the end, but here, I still want to persuade you not to give up hope. .”

Xie Xiaofeng asked with a smile, "What is this brother's name?"

"I am Linghu Chong, the first disciple of Mount Hua."

Xie Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, "So you are Linghu Chong! I have heard of your name, and I heard that you have tried sword skills with Yan Shisan!"

Linghu Chong said: "Some time ago, he even fought with him. He has realized the No.14 sword from the Thirteen Swords of Death."

Xie Xiaodi was surprised: "There are fourteen deadly swords?!"

Xie Xiaofeng said: "Yes! In fact, I have deduced the existence of the No.14 sword from the thirteen swords practiced by Tie Kaicheng and Xu Zhengping.

But with that kind of swordsmanship, Brother Linghu probably wouldn't be able to survive. "

(End of this chapter)