Urban God-level Selection System

Mr. Huang nodded at this moment.

Zhang Wanlin looks too immature and does not seem to be capable of medical skills at all.

"Well, this man is not very young, and his tone is not small."

"Mostly a liar."

Mr. Huang shook his head.

Huang Zhenhu even said in a cold voice: "Wu Sanxing is a famous doctor in our ancient city. He said that your father still has at least one month of life. This kid actually said that you can't live for three days."

"It's just nonsense!"

"Father, I suggest breaking this kid's limbs and throwing them out of our Huang family."

"Fortunately, those who are concerned about our Huang family can watch it and let them know that it is the end of him if he does not take the Huang family in his eyes!"

A trace of viciousness appeared in Huang Zhenhu's eyes.

What a trick to kill the chicken and monkey! Zhang Wanlin has become an innocent person in their father and son's plan.

The reason why the Huang family can develop so strong is that except that the father and son are the descendants of Huang Feihong.

The most important point is that they are cruel! Zhang Wanlin put his hands in his pockets and smiled: "Oh, a good pair of Huang's father and son, and Huang's grandfather, you are not dead!"

"you!"

Huang Zhenhu heard the words and just wanted to be angry. At this time, he saw Wu Sanxing walking over with a pill in his hand.

"Who said that Mr. Huang can only live for three days?"

Wu Sanxing looked at Zhang Wanlin, his eyes narrowed, his face unhappy.

Obviously, he also heard what Zhang Wanlin said just now.

Huang Zhenhu snorted: "Well, Wu Shenyi, this is the kid's big words."

"Dare to question even your medical skills, you just don't know that the sky is thick!"

After hearing this, Wu Sanxing looked at Zhang Wanlin and asked, "Boy, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Wanlin replied lightly: "Yes, the first traditional Chinese medicine in the ancient city, Wu San province."

"Know who I am, dare to question my medicine?"

"The patients I have seen in Wu Sanxing are not 10,000 but also 8,000. They have never missed. Do you dare to question my medical skills?"

"Or do you think your medical skills are better than mine?"

Wu Sanxing asked several questions in a row, with a poor tone.

He was in the ancient city of Wu, but he was respected by the **** doctor. When was he so questioned?

Zhang Wanlin looked at Wu Sanxing, neither humble nor overbearing: "Whether you are a divine doctor or not, if you are wrong, you are wrong. Why not admit it?"

Hearing Zhang Wanlin’s words, Wu Sanxing laughed out loud: “Ha ha ha ha! It’s so funny, do you dare to take me to Wu Sanxing as a delivery person?”

"I'm wrong?"

"I Wu Sanxing never missed it!"

"Do you understand medicine?

Do you know what Wangwang asks?

Do you have a medical certificate? "

Faced with Wu Sanxing's doubts, Zhang Wanlin shook his head and looked into Wu Sanxing's eyes with a helpless look.

Unexpectedly, Wu San, the first medical doctor in the ancient city, also judged people by appearance.

"I don't have a medical qualification, but talking to me about medical skills, you are just a junior."

Zhang Wanlin is not talking big words, but truth.

His medical skills were thrown away from the eight streets of Wu San province. After all, he got it, but he inherited it systematically.

Hearing Zhang Wanlin's rampant words, Wu Sanxing laughed.

"Hahaha! What a big joke!"

"So, do you think your medical skills are better than mine?"

Wu Sanxing looked at Zhang Wanlin with a playful look.

Zhang Wanlin nodded: "You can't talk about brilliance, but your medical skills are like a big sword in front of Guan Gong."

"Arrogant ignorance!"

Wu Sanxing looked at Zhang Wanlin like a fool.

"Since you are so terrible, I have no assurance that this Huang Huang's illness will be cured, can you?"

Wu Sanxing deliberately made trouble for Zhang Wanlin.

He didn't believe that even if he could not cure the disease, Zhang Wanlin could cure it.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Wanlin nodded and said, "His disease is not difficult to cure, I can cure it."

After listening to Zhang Wanlin's words, everyone looked at Zhang Wanlin.

Including that old man Huang.

Huang Zhenhu snorted coldly: "Huh! You just said that my father's life span is only three days, and now you say he can cure my father."

"Can you believe what you say?"

Zhang Wanlin heard the words and laughed: "Oh, if you don't believe it, how about we bet?"

"What bet?"

Wu Sanxing asked.

"If I cured this old man Huang today, the three of you will apologize to me Zhang Wanlin."

"If I can't cure this old Huang, I will let Zhang Wanlin leave it to you!"

Seeing Zhang Wanlin's confident look, Huang Zhenhu looked at his father.

Does this kid really have two brushes?

Or would you be so confident?

And Huang Huang looked at Wu Sanxing, and Huang Huang believed only one person in Wu Sanxing.

Wu Sanxing had been unhappy with Zhang Wanlin for a long time, and Zhang Wanlin was going to take the initiative to present his ugliness, and Wu Sanxing agreed in a single bite.

"it is good!"

"I promise you!"

"I want to see, how did you cure Mr. Huang!"

Zhang Wanlin heard the words without saying a word, and came directly to Mr. Huang.

"Take off your jacket."

Grandpa Huang took off his jacket and showed his upper body.

Zhang Wanlin took out a box of silver needles from his pocket.

This box of silver needles was specially carried by Zhang Wanlin.

After seeing the Silver Post, Wu Sanxing ridiculed: "Oh, Silver Post?

Acupuncture? "

"Can acupuncture cure the disease?

And this is the strange disease of Mr. Huang! "

And Zhang Wanlin didn't care about Wu Sanxing at all.

Later, Zhang Wanlin pierced the poisoned silver needle into Mr. Huang's body.

That silver finger with a long pinky finger, directly submerged most of the body! Afterwards, Zhang Wanlin inserted several silver needles, each of which was stuck in the mysterious and mysterious acupuncture point of Huang Huangzi. With some mistakes, Huang Huangzi might die.

Wu Sanxing held his arms and shook his head: "Oh, look at you like this, I have learned a little acupuncture."

"But it's useless!"

"Although acupuncture has a physiotherapy effect, it cannot cure the disease and save people!"

Huang Zhenhu also couldn't understand the purpose of Zhang Wanlin's silver needle.

But he saw a silver needle plunge into his father's body, and he squeezed a sweat for his father.

"Boy, if my father is okay, if something goes wrong, I will kill you!"

In the words of the two, Zhang Wanlin did not care.

Zhang Wanlin plunged a total of twelve silver needles.

The twelve silver needles were pierced together, and at a glance, the twelve silver needles looked like a strange palm.

After the silver needle was pierced, Zhang Wanlin got up and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hoo..." A long breath.

"This is what you can do to cure Mr. Huang?"

At this moment, Wu Sanxing laughed: "Hehe, I don't think you know anything about medicine! Acupuncture, it is impossible to cure Mr. Huang's strange disease!"

Crackling, Huang Zhenhu also squeezed his fist at this time, and walked towards Zhang Wanlin with a bad look.