The onlookers watched for so long, and the more they believed that this white tiger was a divine tiger, how could they treat so many patients, and when they saw the white tiger coming, they automatically got out of the way until the white tiger stood in front of one of the men.

"Shaoxia, Shenhu chose you among so many people, which means that the patients in your family are more serious than all the patients here." Eleven smiled, "Do you want to let the Divine Tiger treat it?" ”

When the man heard this, his eyes couldn't help shrinking, and he subconsciously looked at the big white tiger in front of him.

"The sick person should be your fiancée." Eleven held his cheek with one hand and said with a smile, "Anyone who has seen a doctor knows that any doctor needs relatives to treat people, but he also needs a maid." ”

"The one-armed Zen master is also a person in Buddhism, and he should be more upright and bright, and now an old monk closes the door and checks the woman's body without anyone present, and it looks like an hour or two, is it normal?"

"That's all I have to say, think it out for yourself." Eleven said, "Lord Shenhu, the patient has been waiting for a long time. ”

The white tiger roared in the direction of the man, turned around and walked in front of the medical caller.

The man pursed the corners of his mouth and turned away from the crowd.

A little monk sent the first patient out of the ancestral hall, and there were only two or three people left at the door, and he couldn't help but be stunned, didn't have time to wonder, and whispered to the young woman outside the door: "Donor, it's your turn." ”

The woman wore a veil and her eyes were extremely deep, and she could see that she hadn't had a good rest for a long time, and nodded weakly.

"Miss, be careful." The maid standing on the side hurriedly supported the woman and sent her into the ancestral hall, but was stopped by the little monk, "Master has an order, you can only let the patient enter, you just wait outside." ”

"How can this be!" The maid retorted loudly, "My young lady is weak and can't stand steadily, I can't wait for me by my side, not to mention, lonely men and widows are in the same room, for the sake of my young lady's reputation, I must go in." ”

When the little monk heard this, he folded his hands.

"Amitabha, the female benefactor is wrong with this." The little monk said seriously, "My master will consume his own cultivation when treating people, if someone is around, the master will definitely be distracted, and when the time comes, the qi and blood will be retrograde, resulting in internal injuries to the master, and your young lady's life will not be ruled by law." ”

When the maid heard this, her face was sad.

"Xiao Lin, I'm fine." The woman looked up at the maid beside her and said, "This is my last chance, if even a one-armed Zen master can't cure my illness, what does fame mean to me?" ”

Xiao Lin heard her young lady say this, so she had to nod.

The little monk helped the woman into the ancestral hall and closed the heavy door.

As soon as Xiao Lin sat down, she saw a man running over in a hurry, and she quickly got up to meet her.

"Young Master Fang."

"Where's Yue'er?" Fang Jian didn't see his fiancée, and hurriedly asked.

"Mademoiselle has already gone in." Xiao Lin said, "Don't worry about Young Master Fang, Miss's illness will definitely be cured!" ”

Fang Jian saw that Yue'er's personal maid had not entered inside, and the door was closed, his face suddenly turned a little pale, and he quickly rushed over and banged on the door.

"Open the door! Hurry up and open the door! ”

There was no sound in the room at all, Fang Jian wanted to slam the door hard, but there seemed to be something behind the door, extremely solid, not moving at all.