"Yin Qi is filthy qi, and ordinary people will damage their vitality if they are contaminated with it, not to mention that Yang Wei'er is originally a Nine Yin Holy Body, and she is stimulated by Yin Qi, so it's no wonder that she is directly terminally ill!"

Lin Yun squinted his eyes thoughtfully.

What he cultivates is the Great Ming Wheel Heavenly Demon Sutra, which is extremely domineering, and all the yin qi, ghost qi, corpse qi, demonic qi and other filthy things in the world can be absorbed into nourishment, and absorbing this yin qi is naturally of great benefit to him.

"Mr. Lin, please save my sister!"

Yang Wei clenched his fists, his face anxious.

"Forget it, after all, the things in the previous life haven't happened yet, so it doesn't seem appropriate to just count them like this!"

Lin Yun shook his head and decided to make a move.

"Don't ask for him!"

At this moment, a cold drink suddenly came.

"Third child, why are you here!"

The person who came was Yang Sanye, and he stared at Lin Yun coldly, his eyes were extremely gloomy.

"Boy, get out, Wei'er's illness doesn't need your treatment!"

"Oh? Are you sure?"

Lin Yun looked at Yang Sanye's dantian, and a smile squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

"Third child, don't be rude!"

Yang Dingtian frowned slightly, and was about to open his mouth when he was interrupted by Yang Sanye's outstretched hand.

"Big brother, don't worry, I have invited Doctor Song, and I will definitely be able to cure Wei'er!"

"Divine Doctor Song, is it the ghost hand three needles Song Zhongjing Song Divine Doctor?"

Amin said with his eyes shining.

"Yes, it's the old man!"

An old man with a white beard walked slowly surrounded by everyone.

This old man was dressed in a Tang costume, with a long beard, and a gentle smile on his face, just at first glance, he gave people the impression of being a master of the world.

"Divine doctor?" Lin Yun glanced at Song Zhongjing with interest, and a sneer squeezed out of the corner of his mouth.

"It's really Doctor Song!"

"Divine Doctor Song is the first divine doctor in Fengcheng, and he will definitely be able to cure Wei'er!"

Ah Ming looked excited: "Master, since Doctor Song is here, why bother asking this kid!"

Yang Dingtian frowned slightly, he had naturally heard of Song Zhongjing's name, but Song Zhongjing had always seen the beginning and the end, but he didn't expect to be invited by the third child today.

"Big brother, this kid has good kung fu, but his medical skills are not fights!"

Yang Sanye glanced at Lin Yun provocatively, and said in a deep voice: "Song Divine Doctor has superb medical skills, he helped me with a few injections at will, my dantian has now recovered his sense of qi, and the name of the divine doctor is worthy of its name!"

"Eh, it's a small trick, it's not worth mentioning!"

Song Zhongjing stroked his beard with a modest expression.

"What?

Only then did Yang Dingtian notice that Yang Sanye's face was full of red light at this moment, and there was no trace of injury.

"Even the dantian can be repaired, it's too powerful, it's worthy of being a miracle doctor!"

Yang Wei looked surprised.

"Repair the dantian?"

Lin Yun smiled, the dantian that he personally abolished might be cured by someone, but this kind of person would definitely not appear on the earth star.

There is only one possibility for Yang Sanye to be so energetic.

"Mr. Lin, it's troublesome for you to run in vain, don't worry, I won't be less rewarded!"

Yang Dingtian arched his hand towards Lin Yun, and there was a little more indifference in his words.

"If he makes a move, your granddaughter won't live today!"

Lin Yun sneered.

"Boy, what did you say?"

Hearing Lin Yun's words, the smile on Song Zhongjing's face instantly fell.

"What are you, you dare to slander the old man, the old man has treated no less than a thousand cases since his debut, and there has never been a single case of missing, known as the ghost hand three needles, the king of Hades will also give me three points of thin noodles when he sees me, and you can also slander it!"

Song Zhongjing waved his sleeves and raised his neck arrogantly.

"Thousands of cases have not missed, and it is really a miracle doctor!"

"Boy, I think you are jealous of Doctor Song, and you can't cure yourself and slander others!"

Ah Ming glared at Lin Yun coldly: "Hurry up, if you dare to delay Wei'er's treatment, I will not let you go even if I try my best!"

"Mr. Lin, let's stop this matter!"

Yang Dingtian took out a check and handed it to Lin Yun: "This is your reward, you don't need to interfere in this matter anymore!"

"Hahahaha!"

Lin Yun laughed, and the check in Yang Dingtian's hand exploded into ashes.

"Do you really want me Lin Yun to come and drive him away?"

For a moment, everyone only felt a chill down their backs.

"Mr. Lin, I didn't think about this matter well!"

Yang Dingtian's face was ugly, and he hurriedly bowed to Lin Yun: "But human life is at stake, if Mr. Lin wants to blame, I will bear it alone, please don't implicate Wei'er!"

"Hehe, don't worry, I, Lin Yun, am not a bully, today I want to see how this divine doctor heals!"

After Lin Yun finished speaking, he casually lay on the chair next to him.

"Cut, I don't know what to say, where is the patient!"

Song Zhongjing put his hands behind his back and snorted disdainfully.

"Doctor Song, it's inside!"

Yang Sanye wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, Lin Yun's momentum may not be felt by ordinary people, but the higher the kung fu, the more he will understand the horror of this guy.

"Hey, what are you doing?

A middle-aged woman in a white lab coat groaned coldly.

"Presumptuous, this is Song Zhongjing, Song Divine Doctor, don't get out of the way!"

Yang Sanye snorted coldly.

"I'm Cui Hongying, the attending physician, and I'm in charge of this ward!"

The middle-aged woman looked at Song Zhongjing with a cold face: "What kind of bullshit miracle doctor, which hospital are you from, take out your medical qualification certificate and take a look!"

"The old man doesn't have a medical qualification certificate!"

"If you don't have a medical qualification certificate, you dare to go to the hospital to deceive people, can you afford to take responsibility for the problem? How old are you, do you know the shame! This is the first hospital, what do you think this place is!"

Cui Hongying spat and the stars flew sideways.

"I'm ......" Song Zhongjing was sprayed until his face turned black and his beard twitched.

Seeing this scene, Lin Yun's face was extremely weird, if this old man hadn't come, he should be the one who was scolded now!

"You family members too, believe in the hospital, believe in the ...... science"

"Get out!" Yang Sanye couldn't help but roar, and Cui Hongying trembled in fright.

"Hmph, you are responsible for what happened!"

Cui Hongying glared at Song Zhongjing fiercely and stood aside.

"Doctor Song, I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, it's no wonder that there are too many liars now, many people are abducted and deceived under the banner of traditional Chinese medicine, I can understand it!"

Song Zhongjing glanced at Lin Yun as if he was pointed, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "When they see the old man's medical skills, they will naturally be convinced!"

After speaking, Song Zhongjing stepped forward to probe Yang Weier's pulse.

"Doctor Song, how is it, can it be cured?"

Yang Dingtian asked with a solemn face.

"Simple, three stitches are enough!"

Song Zhongjing stroked his beard and smiled faintly.

"Three injections, worthy of a miracle doctor!"

Everyone around looked expectant.

"Great, then please hurry up and apply the needle!"

Yang Dingtian said eagerly.

"This consultation fee ......"

Song Zhongjing rubbed his fingers.

"Ten million, as long as Wei'er improves, it will be transferred to your account immediately!"

Yang Dingtian groaned.

"Okay, in that case, let you open your eyes!"

Song Zhongjing skillfully took out a cloth bag, and there were three silver needles lying quietly in it.

With a wave of his hand, the first silver needle had already landed on Yang Wei'er's forehead.

"Is it really a three-yang needle?"

Seeing Song Zhongjing's technique, Lin Yun sneered.