In the small town of El, Karl Lagerfeld, now known as the king of fashion, is quietly leaning against the pillars with a glass of red wine.

He was at this noisy drinking party, but his heart was not there, because his "lover" Yves Saint Laurent was suffering from acquired immunodeficiency syndrome, which is often referred to as AIDS.

This disease is what people call AIDS.

Now, Yves Saint Laurent is suffering from a manpower illness in the hospital, which makes Karl Lagerfeld think about him all the time.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Karl Lagerfeld?"

Suddenly, a magnetic male voice rang in Lagerfeld's ears.

He looked back and saw a pair of deep eyes, like the brightest stars in the sky on a summer night, which made Lagerfeld immediately interested in the owner of the pair of eyes.

"That's right, I'm Lagerfeld, may I ask you?"

Jiang Xiaobai sighed, it seems that his luck is good, and he found the owner all of a sudden, but fortunately, he took a few minutes on the way to learn French, otherwise there would be a real problem with this communication.

"I'm Jiang Xiaobai from Huaxia, and it was Tang Mengyao who introduced me to you!" Jiang Xiaobai said in fluent French.

Hearing Jiang Xiaobai's words, Carl Laragfeld nodded.

"I remember that it was the girl from the mysterious East, and she did tell me two days ago, but, young man, I don't have time to help you design clothes right now, because my lover is suffering from illness and I need to be with him!"

Jiang Xiaobai frowned, "Sick, what's the disease, if I can, I'm willing to help cure him!"

When Lagerfeld heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, a sad glint flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I am very grateful for your kindness, but he is terminally ill, I think, he may not need it!"

Terminal illness or something, for Jiang Xiaobai, it is not an easy thing.

Thinking that back then, Shen Xin also had cancer, Jiang Xiaobai went down with two injections, and she was as good as ever, how could the medical skills of the ghost fairy Bian Que be understood by ordinary mortals.

"To tell you the truth, I know some oriental mystical medical skills, and terminal illnesses may be helpless in the hands of Western medicine, but I believe that this will not be difficult for me!" Jiang Xiaobai said confidently.

When Karl Lagerfeld heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, a flash of hope flashed in his eyes, and he excitedly took Jiang Xiaobai's hand and asked, "Really, do you know Far Eastern witchcraft?"

Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, "That's not witchcraft, it's Chinese medicine!"

Lagerfeld frowned, in his mind, the word Chinese medicine was equivalent to mystical witchcraft.

"Perhaps, if there is no way to use ordinary healing methods, try the mysterious power from the East, it will be of some use!"

Thinking of this, Lagerfeld's hand tightened.

"Then please use Chinese medicine, go, come with me, as long as you can cure Saint Laurent, you are doing this, I will definitely help!"

"No problem!"

Jiang Xiaobai nodded in agreement, and at the same time quietly withdrew his hand from Karl Lagerfeld's hand, according to Tang Mengyao, this white-haired old man's sexual orientation is a little different from ordinary people, he likes men.

Although everyone has the full strength to choose a partner, Jiang Xiaobai said that he still feels hairy in his heart.

Following Karl Lagerfeld to his extended Bentley, the car drove all the way to the most exclusive private doctor in France, São Paulo.

In a special care ward, Jiang Xiaobai saw what Karl Lagerfeld called "dear", a young man with blank eyes, pale skin, and spots on his face, but he was in his twenties, and he looked no different from an old man in his fifties and sixties.

"Oh, my poor little Saint Laurent!" said Karl Lagerfeld with tears in his eyes.

"Is that him?"

Continuing without delay, he flipped his wrist, a needle bag appeared in his hand, and nine silver needles were taken out.

I saw his fingers flying, like a butterfly piercing flowers, and the nine silver needles of different lengths instantly sank into the patient's body.

"Buzz!"

The silver needle made a burst of trills in Jiang Xiaobai's hand, and Jiang Xiaobai's ten fingers brought out afterimages in the air.

"Hmm!"

The patient, who was originally stunned, was now burning and reddening all over his body, and beads of sweat the size of beans seeped out of his skin.

In Jiang Xiaobai's eyes, a trace of black sickness was withdrawn from the patient's body along his silver needle.

"Wait, who are you and what are you doing to my patients?"

Just as the acupuncture treatment was coming to an end, a bearded doctor suddenly appeared outside the door of the intensive care unit.

He saw Jiang Xiaobai's movements, hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed in, pointing at Jiang Xiaobai and asking loudly.

Jiang Xiaobai shrugged his shoulders and replied in French: "Obviously, I am now using Chinese medicine to treat a terminal illness that you can't treat with Western medicine!"

"Yes, Dr. Arrow, I asked the Oriental Miracle Doctor to help Saint Laurent!" Karl Lagerfeld explained.

When the bearded doctor heard Jiang Xiaobai's words, he sneered twice, and then said to Karl Lagerfeld: "Mr. Lagerfeld, you have been deceived by him, the so-called Chinese medicine is actually a big lie, I have also heard of this kind of rumors of oriental witch doctors, but in fact, they are a group of wizards who use gods and ghosts, and they can't cure diseases and save people at all!"

"What?"

Karl Lagerfeld's face changed drastically, and his eyes looking at Jiang Xiaobai became unkind.

You must know that the bearded doctor in front of him is one of the best doctors in St. Paul's Hospital, and he can be called a banner figure in the French medical community, and the words that come out of his mouth are definitely very credible.

"Jiang from the East, I need you to give me a reasonable explanation!"

The corners of Jiang Xiaobai's mouth raised slightly, and he said disdainfully: "How powerful Huaxia's traditional Chinese medicine is, what you have directly reached is just a drop in the bucket, don't you want me to explain it to you, this patient is the best explanation!"

After Jiang Xiaobai finished speaking, his palm twitched, and nine silver needles were taken out of the patient's body by him.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A large mouthful of black blood coughed up.

"Oh, Saint Laurent, how are you?" asked Karl Lagerfeld, quickly patting the patient on the chest.

The bearded doctor also glared at Jiang Xiaobai, hurriedly walked up to the patient, and began to use various Western medical instruments to examine the patient.

In his opinion, since the patient has been coughed up blood by Jiang Xiaobai, it must be that the condition has worsened, and it is possible to die immediately!

However, to his surprise, the results of the examination on the patient's body showed that his current condition was no different from that of an ordinary person.

“What the fu~ck？”