Tianhe Provincial People's Hospital.

A superior ward.

On the hospital bed, there was an old man of the age of a sixtieth year, his brows were furrowed at the moment, his face was black, his iron was blue, his breath was weak, and his mouth was wearing a rough mouth.

On his chest, there was a faint scratch, the wound was jet black, and blood was constantly oozing out, staining the gauze on his chest.

Strangely, this person's blood was actually black, exuding a pungent fishy smell.

In the ward, there are still quite a few people standing.

One of them, a man of medium stature, wearing a uniform, was on the same level as Lin Yimin.

His name is Jiang Hongguang, and he is the boss of the Provincial Cultural Relics Bureau.

"Old Hou, what is Professor Wang's condition?"

Jiang Hongguang looked at the old man on the hospital bed and asked in a deep voice.

Beside him, there was an old man in a white coat, who was Hou Lao.

"Jiang Ju, Professor Wang's condition is very peculiar, the wound is constantly bleeding and festering, and it is difficult to suppress. What's even more strange is that Professor Wang didn't feel the slightest pain. ”

"The blood was black and pungent, and it was contaminated with some kind of toxin. ”

However, there is no sign of Professor Wang's toxin in the hospital's virus bank, and it is difficult to prescribe the right medicine. ”

Hou Lao said with a solemn face.

He was also very strange in his heart, the virus database of Tianhe People's Hospital, connected to the national virus database, recorded hundreds of viruses.

However, after checking it several times, there was no such symptom as Professor Wang, which surprised him.

The so-called right medicine, now I can't even figure out the symptoms, naturally it is a mouse pulling ghosts, and there is nowhere to put my mouth.

"Mr. Hou, Professor Wang is an old scholar in the field of archaeology, and he is a leading figure and very influential in the domestic archaeological community. ”

"If something happens to him, the domestic impact will be very bad. ”

"I hope that your hospital can do everything in its power to make Mr. Hou recover as soon as possible. ”

Jiang Hongguang said solemnly.

Wang Jinglong, a veteran figure in the domestic archaeological field, is knowledgeable and has a first-class vision, and many large tombs in China are followed by him.

Two days ago, on the dirt mountain in the southern suburbs of Tianhe, a villager picked up an antique and reported it to the Cultural Relics Bureau.

No, Wang Jinglong was doing research in Tianhe at that time, and after getting the news, he immediately took a few students over.

Not long after entering the tomb, strange things happened.

After that, I saw a black shadow flash, grabbed it on Wang Jinglong's chest, and after he came back, he became like this and remained unconscious.

"Don't worry, Jiang Ju, I have already called Qin Hao and asked him to come over and help. ”

Hou Lao nodded and said.

"Qin Hao, are you talking about the little divine doctor?"

Jiang Hongguang was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise.

"Yes, it's him. ”

Hou Lao nodded.

"It would be great if the little divine doctor could make a move. ”

Jiang Hongguang frowned and said with a smile.

The name of the little miracle doctor of Tianhe, everyone knows, no one knows, the treatment of incurable diseases, the porridge is as simple as anyone, even He Lao praised it in public.

In Tianhe, to be able to get He Lao's praise, what a sensational thing it should be.

Some time ago, in a competition with the traditional Chinese medicine of the Korean Kingdom, one person picked a group, which severely damaged the face of those people and made the reputation of Chinese traditional Chinese medicine famous.

If he can make a move, he will definitely be able to cure Wang Jinglong.

Bang!

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and an old man in a robe with a ruddy face entered.

"Who are you? Who let you in?"

Jiang Hongguang's face sank and he shouted.

Because of Wang Jinglong's matter, he was unhappy in his heart.

"Lao Dao saw the top of the black gas cover here, and the yin qi was soaring, and he knew that someone had encountered an accident. ”

Lao Dao glanced at Wang Jinglong and said with a smile.

"Boom out!"

When Jiang Hongguang heard this, he was a charlatan, and he actually deceived the People's Hospital, and wanted to deceive him, and he was immediately furious.

"Please get out!"

At the door, two security guards stepped forward to subdue the old man and escort him out.

"Stop!"

The old man smiled, nodded at the two security guards, and said.

Strange to say, the two security guards came to the old man and saw that he was about to be taken down.

As the words fell, the body suddenly paused, and there was no movement.

"Don't do it yet!"

Seeing the two security guards stunned, Jiang Hongguang shouted angrily.

"Stand down!"

The old man said lightly with a smile on his face.

Then, I saw two security guards retreating all the way back to the same place.

"You, who the hell are you?"

Jiang Hongguang's eyes widened, and he shouted in horror.

Old Hou was also surprised, looking the old man up and down.

"The old Taoist's name is Ji Cheng, he was born in the Fu Sect, and he is an authentic Taoist disciple. ”

The old man made a mockery and said with a smile.

What Fu Sect was, it was directly ignored by Jiang Hongguang and Hou Lao, and the Taoist disciple behind him could hear it clearly.

"What are you doing here?"

Jiang Hongguang asked.

"This man is not an ordinary disease, and ordinary people cannot be cured. ”

Ji Cheng said with a smile.

"Then tell me, what kind of illness is Professor Wang?"

Hou Lao walked up and asked.

"Corpse poison!"

Ji Cheng glanced at Wang Jinglong and spit out two words in his mouth.

"Nonsense, I've heard of all kinds of toxins, or the first time I've heard of corpse poison, isn't it, this is the poison on corpses?"

Jiang Hongguang said with a sneer on his face with contempt.

"You're right. ”

Ji Cheng nodded and said.

"It's nonsense, if you don't leave, don't blame me for being unkind. ”

Jiang Hongguang's face changed and he shouted.

People are dead, how to release toxins, besides, how can dead people be poisonous, it's crazy.

"Wait!"

On the side, when Hou Lao heard Ji Cheng's words, his expression froze, and his expression became solemn.

He is well-read, likes to study the strange and difficult diseases in ancient books, and has seen this term in a medical book.

"What's wrong?"

Jiang Hongguang looked at Hou Lao and asked in surprise.

"It's true that there is this toxin, and once it is contaminated, the blood will be full of life, and the wound will gradually fester, but there will be no pain. It's like the living dead. ”

Hou Lao looked at Ji Cheng in surprise and said slowly.

If you don't want to fight, this person who seems to be talking nonsense and calls himself an old Taoist priest really has two brushes.

"Yes, over time, when you are corroded by toxins, you will become the living dead, similar to zombies on TV. ”

Ji Cheng glanced at Hou Lao and said lightly.

"Zombies, how is this possible?"

Jiang Hongguang said in disbelief.

Aren't all those things made up on TV? Could it be that there really is something going on?

"Do you have a way?"

Hou Lao looked at Ji Cheng and asked.

"Of course, this is an old eater. ”

Ji Cheng said with a smile.

As a great disciple of the martial arts world and the Fu Sect, what he practiced was the ability to hunt ghosts and subdue demons and suppress evil demons.

Not to mention a little corpse poison, even if a zombie comes to him, it will be suppressed in minutes.