The Talented Doctor

At this time, Bijingxuan was also in a mess.

As soon as Hexi entered the palace where he lived, he saw a middle-aged man with an ugly face being pressed on the bed again.

Although he didn't go violently like when he came last time, the situation is not much better than before.

The middle-aged man's eyes have lost focus, as if they were covered with white fog, and his movements and behaviors are getting out of control, as if they will explode at any time.

The tie was held by one of the subordinates, but they hesitated whether to tie them up.

As soon as Hexi came in, someone exclaimed, "Boy, you are finally here. Didn't you say that the sickness of your superior will not occur in the past few days?"

The middle-aged man who was pressed let out a roar, and he almost bounced.

Qiu Shu's anxious voice changed sharply: "Xi Yue, what are you still doing in a daze? Don't hurry up to treat the master? If something happens to the master, don't you want to go out alive!"

Before Hexi had time to say anything, Nangong Yu, who was beside him, had his eyes sinking, and a strong killing intent flashed across his eyes.

He Xi grabbed him and motioned him to calm down. The silver needle in his hand had been taken out and shot at the middle-aged man who was behaving more and more abnormally.

Sure enough, when the silver needle entered the body, the middle-aged man's mood immediately calmed down, his eyes lost focus slowly became clear, and then the whole person fell asleep tiredly.

Everyone sighed a sigh of relief. One of the thin, tall men looked at Hexi with a bad look: "What the **** is going on? You better explain it to me?"

Hexi ignored him and walked quickly to the middle-aged man, reaching out to catch his pulse.

Seeing Hexi's attitude, the thin and tall man felt uneasy, so he stretched out his hand to teach him.

But just as he stretched out his hand, he suddenly paused in the air, with a look of surprise on his face.

The hand he raised turned out to be firmly nailed in midair by some force, unable to move at all.

The thin and tall man looked suspiciously at Nangong Yu who was beside Hexi, but he only felt it was very ordinary. At first glance, there was nothing special about it.

Did he act on himself? Shouldn't it be possible? It's just a low-level warrior in the lower realm...

Just as he was thinking, another person came over and pressed his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Xiao, calm down, only this little guy can save the elder right now."

The thin and tall man named Yan Xiao thought that it was the person in front of him who was stopping him, and he immediately angered: "Wei Jianxing, I think you are dizzy. How can such a stinky kid save his life? He is not. Say, you won’t get sick within ten days, and the situation will only get better and better? Now? How can you believe the words of such a lowly person?"

Hexi, who had just finished the pulse for the middle-aged man, turned around, with a deep sneer on his face: "It just so happens, I also want to ask, why is my condition that I have just diagnosed the superior two days ago is stable, but now it is Suddenly worsened?"

"Boy, isn't it because your diagnosis was wrong..."

Hexi didn't seem to hear the Yan Xiao's clamor at all, but coldly said: "Who can tell me, in the past two days, who has taken the medicine that regulates the brain and suppresses the pain? Did you forget me? However, during preparations for the operation, can the elder only take the medicine I prescribe? Or is it that some of you just want to kill the elder?"

As soon as he said this, there was a dead silence in the whole room.