The Talented Doctor

Hexi's words immediately made everyone present look ugly and scary.

Uncle Qiu even gritted his teeth, his eyes full of anxiety and guilt.

Wei Chengyuan walked to Hexi and whispered in her ear: "I cured you a month ago and reported on Zhang Yi's affairs. However, at that time, it was President Lu Xuyang, Lu Xuyang, who treated Zunshang. The chairman said that Zhang Yi’s illness and the deity’s disease only have the same signs, and the causes are not the same, and that changing the treatment plan at will will put the deity’s life in danger."

"That's why this matter dragged on. Until just now, your superior suddenly became ill, but President Lu left early because he diagnosed that the attack cycle was more than ten days. They can only come to you for treatment."

Lu Xuyang, is that the president of the Physician Association, a tenth-level physician, and Lu Zhixi’s father?

Hexi Meifeng frowned slightly. Lu Xuyang said that Zhang Yi and the middle-aged man had different causes, which is not a lie.

However, with Lu Xuyang's medical skills, is it really impossible to see that this deity's illness cycle is only two days? Moreover, judging from the changes in the lesions of the middle-aged man she checked, she always felt a little strange.

It seems that the rate of deterioration of the disease is too fast, and it seems that it is not a natural change, but a man-made impetus.

Uncle Qiu and the few people in the primordial infant stage next to him discussed for a while, and finally stepped forward and said, "Xi Yue, how sure are you that you can cure your dignity's disease?"

"Sixty percent."

"Only 60%?!" Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically, and he snarled, "Xi Yue, you are so bold! Only 60% sure, would you dare to treat your superiors?!"

He Xi sneered, not afraid of the coercion radiating from Uncle Qiu, "If he is not cured, he has no hope of survival."

Qiu Shu was trembling with anger, and was about to yell at him. A person walked up behind him with a deep voice, "Xi Yue, can you tell me, what can you do to heal your dignity?"

This voice, which Hexi knew, was the sound from before entering the enchantment.

Hexi smiled loudly and said: "My method is not impossible to say, but I am afraid that you will not dare to try. Therefore, before making a decision, let you wake up first!"

As soon as the voice fell, the spiritual power in Hexi's hand was once again poured into the silver needle on the top of his head.

I saw wisps of black smoke on each silver needle.

And as the black smoke dissipated, the complexion of the sovereign gradually changed from black to normal.

After half an hour, seeing that there was no more black gas overflowing, Hexi carefully took out the silver needles.

Until the last half-foot-long golden needle at Baihui acupoint was taken out, Zunshang suddenly had his chest up and down, exhaled in his mouth, and slowly opened his eyes.

"Sir-!"

"Sir! You finally woke up!"

Everyone rushed over, all of them were overjoyed, and Qiu Shu even had tears in his eyes.

Hexi's eyes also met that of the middle-aged man.

It was a pair of seemingly ordinary eyes, but when the owner of the eyes condensed his mind, a strong sense of oppression suddenly burst out.

That is not the oppression of the spiritual force deliberately cast, but the oppression that is born with experience and strength.

Those sharp eyes swept across her body, and Hexi only felt as if she had been seen through from the inside out.

She felt a little stunned in her heart, and there was also a hint of surprise in the upper eye, and said slowly: "Are you Xi Yue?"

Hexi breathed out slowly, and looked back at him without humbleness, "Yes."