Ye Lan smiled slightly, and replied to Ji: "Don't talk nonsense, you can make a price!"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but touch the Qiankun bag in his arms, there were still more than 3,000 crystal coins in his bag, but his injuries were so serious, and it would be difficult to heal, I don't know if the money is enough. If it is not enough, Wen Feng also has two or three thousand crystal coins in his arms, Yan Zhuoran has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, and he will not be penniless if he thinks about it, hoping to finally make up enough money for the two of them.

Ji Hui nodded, pinched his fingers and calculated: "Continue the pulse, use needles, pills, one three get three, three three get nine...... Old customers, you have to get a 95% discount...... , one person counts you sixteen crystal coins!"

Ye Lan only thought that he had heard it wrong, raised his voice and asked, "How much?"

Ji Hui stomped his feet and said, "Sixteen is still too expensive? Okay, count you fifteen, I really can't be less!"

Ye Lan was stunned and said: "Why is it so cheap? You need a thousand crystal coins to treat the Baozhu's injuries, and Brother Yan and I are much more injured than the Baozhu, how can we only charge fifteen?"

Ji Hui shook his head and said, "You remember wrong. I only accepted 100,000 taels of silver from you for the treatment of the jewel, and the 1,000 crystal coins were used to improve her qualifications. That elixir was refined by the old man himself, is it easy for you to get your hands on the things of the old man? Although it is a bit troublesome to treat the two of you now, the elixir used is just an ordinary commodity for renewing the pulse and healing the wounds, how can it be compared with the elixir of the old man? Of course, I only accept fifteen pieces, which is a bit less, this is really a conscience price! If you don't want to go, you might as well give a little more......

Ye Lan rolled his eyes, didn't bother to reply, reached into his arms and wanted to take the crystal coin to him, his arm moved, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and couldn't help but snort. Wen Feng knew what he wanted, and hurriedly took out the money bag from the Qiankun bag, counted out thirty crystal coins, and threw them into Ji Hui's hand.

Yan Zhuoran and Ye Lan let him pay the bill, and they didn't stop him. Ji Hui happily collected the money, grabbed Ye Lan's arm and said, "Let's go, find a quiet room, I'll treat your injuries." ”

Ye Lan struggled slightly, shook his head and said, "You treat Brother Yan first!"

Ji Hui smiled and said, "It's not the same to treat first and then treat!" Turning his head, he stretched out his arm and said to Yan Zhuoran: "Young Master Yan, please!"

Yan Zhuoran was about to shake his head and push, his heart moved, and he said: "Look at this Lang Zhong's appearance is not amazing, his oil tone is smooth, he really doesn't look like a miracle doctor, and I don't know if he can really heal the injuries of the two of us." I can't do it left or right, I can only fight it. It's better to let him try it on me first, if this Lang Zhong has no real skills and cures me to death, then Brother Ye can still find a good doctor......" At that moment, Chao Ji nodded back and said, "There is Mr. Lao!" After that, he stood up, found a nearby guest room and pushed the door in. Ji Hui followed and closed the door casually.

Ye Lan was very confident in Ji Hui's medical skills, and sat in the chair and waited with peace of mind. Wen Feng was not as calm as Ye Lan, and after sitting for half an hour, he was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the hall, walked to the door from time to time, and listened to the movement in the house, but he could only hear the occasional sound in the room, and there was no other sound. The more he waited, the more anxious he became, Ye Lan kept reassuring him, so that he didn't have to worry, but Wen Feng just didn't listen to it, pacing back and forth more often.

After more than two hours like this, when he saw that it was approaching, he suddenly heard the door creak open, Ji Hui walked out slowly, stretched his waist, and said to Ye Lan: "Brother Lan, come here, it's your turn!"

Ye Lan didn't hear Yan Zhuoran's movements, felt slightly worried, got up from the chair with difficulty, and slowly walked to the door to look inside the house. I saw Yan Zhuoran sitting cross-legged on the couch with a calm expression. Ye Lan asked, "Why hasn't he gotten up yet?"

Ji Hui said with a smile: "When a person is full, he has to rest for a while to eliminate food, he has undergone this great change, he always has to breathe for a while, you don't have to rub in, come in quickly." ”

Ye Lan nodded and walked into the house, and suddenly saw Yan Zhuoran open his eyes, floated out of bed, stretched out his hand and waved out the black jade and white frost pen, and the room suddenly made a big scene, the silk threads circled each other, and they were wrapped into a human shape in front of him, and his bearded eyes and eyebrows were like another Yan Zhuoran. The two Yan Zhuoran bowed together, and said aloud to Ji Hui: "Yan Zhuoran of Mingde Academy, I am deeply grateful for Mr. 's great grace to save his life!"

Ji Hui returned the salute and said: "Yan Gongzi doesn't need to be polite! I diagnose the patient, you give money, let's trade fairly, where can we talk about any kindness?"

Yan Zhuoran straightened up, his right hand shook slightly, and Bai Hao staggered back to the end of the pen, turning into a plain white pen. He waved his hand to take back the magic weapon to the sea of qi, and said solemnly: "Mr. is so powerful, how can he care about this mere property? Mr. uses this as a pretext to practice medicine in the rivers and lakes, save lives and help the wounded, but he does not take credit, he is really a master in the world, and Yan admires it to the fullest!"

Ji Hui looked embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "It's not a pretense, it's not a pretense......!

Ye Lan said curtly: "He only knows how to charge a high price, where is a master! His master is a master is almost ......."

Yan Zhuoran frowned, and said with a straight face: "Dare to ask who is the surname of the respected teacher?"

"I can't say that!"

"Respect the teacher, but the surname is Yi?"

Ji Hui raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Guessed it? I know a lot!"

Yan Zhuoran was silent for a while, his face gradually showed a resolute look, and he said in a deep voice: "As a disciple of Mingde Academy, Yan is only obedient to the orders of the master, and he can't promise to do anything to others!

Ji Hui said with a joke on his face: "I am not my master, and you are not Junsheng Shenzun." I received money for treatment, and I didn't intend for you to do anything. The grievances of those old guys, and let them entangle themselves, let's not mix blindly as juniors. You and I don't owe each other now, what do I want your life to do?"

Yan Zhuoran's eyes flashed, as if he was thinking, he was stunned for a long time, and bowed his hand to Ji Hui: "Mr. is benevolent, compassion is better than respecting the teacher, Yan has thanked me here!"

Ji Hui smiled, turned his head to Ye Lan and said, "You see that Yan Gongzi still has a vision, and he can see that Lao Tzu is compassionate!"

Ye Lan snorted and said indignantly: "Mercy fart! You profiteer! You only know how to collect a lot of money, where is the slightest bit of compassion?"

Ji Hui was not angry, and said with a smile: "Brother Lan, what you said is not right, what I gave you is a friendship price!"

Wen Feng saw that Ye Lan was talking intermittently, obviously trying his best to endure the pain, and couldn't help but push his shoulder and shouted: "Stop talking nonsense!

Ye Lan walked to the bed and sat down, muttered back, closed the door casually, floated to Ye Lan, reached out to untie his shirt, poked out his right palm, and pressed on the wound on his chest. Ye Lan snorted in pain, gritted his teeth and endured it, only to feel that a stream of heat came out of his palm, reaching his lungs. Ye Lan didn't know how he was going to heal himself, so he wanted to ask, but when he heard Ji Hui's voice, his face showed surprise.

Seeing his face, Ye Lan's heart jumped, and he asked, "What's the matter?"

Ji Hui shook his head, a look of pity appeared on his face, and sighed: "Hey, I wasted a good pill in vain!"

Ye Lan was furious and scolded: "If you can't cure it, you can't cure it!"

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Ji Hui put another look of admiration on his face, and asked, "Your father is a Yuanying Realm cultivator?"

Ye Lan was surprised when he heard him suddenly ask about his father, and said blankly, "Yes, what's wrong?"

Ji Hui didn't answer, closed his eyes, and counted: "One, two, three! Thirty years of skill! Only my father can be willing to make such a bloody capital! But it is much stronger than my master, not to mention that the old man spent his efforts for me, even a pill also required me to grind and soak for a long time, so he reluctantly gave it to me." ”

The more Ye Lan listened, the more confused he became, and frowned: "What nonsense are you talking about unclearly?"

Ji Hui's face was full of admiration, he withdrew his right palm and asked, "Your palm was attacked by someone, right?"

Ye Lan was stunned and said, "How do you know?"

Ji replied: "You have a life-saving talisman to protect yourself, if you are against someone, there is an attack and a defense, even if the opponent's skill is far superior, you will never be so seriously injured." Since this palm can hit you seriously injured and dying, it must be a sudden sneak attack when you are completely defenseless, so what's so hard to guess?"

Ye Lan listened to it and thought of Zhu Wenchang, and couldn't help but feel angry. Although he is only the third layer of the Freedom Realm, one level lower than Zhu Wenchang, but his true yuan is strong, and his combat power is not weaker than that of the monks of the fourth layer of the Freedom Realm. Although Zhu Wen's cultivation is higher than Cang Ying, Ye Lan thinks that if he fights alone, he may not lose to him. This palm is really a nest. At the moment, he said angrily: "You still need to say this! Just wish Wencheng that little ability, how can he hurt me and Brother Yan at the same time? ”

Ji replied: "You don't know, and I don't have to ......say it clearly," then shook his head and continued: "You took me a life-prolonging pill, but it's not a waste. Although your life-saving talisman is wonderful, it is one less than one, and it is extremely precious. How can my life-prolonging pill and the dozen or so gold coins you have cured be as expensive as your life-saving talisman?

The more Ye Lan listened, the more confused she became, and said in her heart: "What kind of life-saving spirit talisman? Does it mean a poison-repelling bead? This bead was refined by her master Yi Tianding herself, and she won't be ignorant of it." Could it be that he has already found this thing in my sea of qi? The reason for this, he will not say, and I don't need to ask more......"

Ji Hui saw that Ye Lan was no longer speechless, so he took out the Qiankun bag, took out a medicine bottle from the bag, and poured out three golden pills. Ye Lan stretched out his hand and wanted to take it, but when he saw Ji Hui shrink his hand, he said, "This medicine is not for eating!"

Ye Lan remembered the pill he gave to Baozhu that day, and said that he couldn't take it directly, and if he took it rashly, he would inevitably be crushed, so he couldn't help but be shocked, and hurriedly lowered his hand. Suddenly, Ji Hui closed his hands and smashed the three pills, and then his palms opened, and the powder formed by the three pills kept tumbling between his palms, and in a moment, it had turned into a cloud of golden mist. Ji Hui Ren's mist floated between the two of them, and his ten fingers stretched out, and cyan qi appeared on his fingertips. The gang qi is half a foot long, as thin as a silver needle, and condensed as a substance. With a shake of his palm, these qi detached from his fingertips, but instead of dissipating and falling, they froze in the air. He connected his ten fingers, and the air needles in the air gathered more and more, densely packed, and there were more than 100 of them. Ye Lan knew that he was going to stab himself with these green needles in the blink of an eye, and he couldn't help but stand on end with cold hairs and numbness on his scalp.