The middle-aged man stopped kowtowing, tore open his clothes, took off a three-inch jade sword tied to a dark gray strap from his neck, held it in both hands and offered it to Wang Qiang, and said, "Ask Engong to accept my family's family heirloom." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Wang Qiang squinted his eyes and looked at it, reached out and grabbed a three-inch jade sword tied to the dark gray belt into his hand, and said to the middle-aged man: "If you knew that this was a Wushang artifact, would you regret it?"

The middle-aged man kowtowed and said, "Engong, I only care about my son." If my son is gone, what is the use of me keeping the family heirloom? Engong is willing to save my son, I am willing to give my family heirloom. Besides, the treasures are virtuous, and our talents and virtues are not enough to have such treasures, and we cannot force them, otherwise, it will be the source of the disaster. ”

Wang Qiang said to the young man who looked at the dark gray ribbon with a three-inch jade sword in amazement: "If I don't save you, you won't die." Your father gave away your family's heirloom for nothing, and gave away the Wushang artifact. When you know that your father gave me the artifact of the Heavens, do you resent your father?"

The young man knelt on the ground and clenched his fists and said, "Is Engong testing me? My father and I depend on each other, and my father is willing to give up the family heirloom for me, so how can I resent my father? Even if the artifact that my father gave to Engong is a sacred weapon, it is useless for us to keep it." Over the past countless years, our family has passed down for I don't know how many generations, and we have not found that the heirloom is a Wushang artifact. ”

Wang Qiang smiled: "Father is kind and filial piety." I'm very happy with the performance of your father and son. I'll keep your heirlooms for you. What's the name of your father and son?"

The middle-aged man knelt on the ground and clenched his fists and said, "Returning to Engong's words." My name is Qianshan, and my child's name is Qianzhuang. ”

Wang Qiang smiled: "You father and son can get up." ”

"Now, your climbing competition isn't over yet. Qian Zhuang, are you still going to participate in the competition?"

The young man who called Qian Zhuang stood up, hugged his fists and said: "After Engong's treatment, I feel full of strength, and I want to go to rock climbing again to win the championship." I must marry Jia Xin, and I must win the championship in this rock climbing competition. Jia Xin and I agreed, we are in love, and I will never allow others to marry her. ”

Wang Qiang smiled: "It's very good, it's good to have a goal." Go ahead. I'm waiting to drink your wine. ”

Qian Zhuang saluted Wang Qiang with a fist, and then to his father, and quickly ran to the mountain wall and began to climb again.

Because Qian Zhuang has real strength this time, his head is also very clear, he has never felt so sober, he climbed the mountain wall, and the speed of rise is very fast.

Some of the families of the wounded had asked Wang Qiang for help, and when they saw that the fairy herb elixir that Wang Qiang took out had the effect of reviving the dead, they did not dare to urge Wang Qiang to save their children. There must be Wang Qiang, and their children will not die. If Wang Qiang is destroyed and Wang Qiang is unhappy, his own children will not be saved.

Those healers who were jealous of Wang Qiang, greedy for Wang Qiang's two immortal herb elixirs, began to squeeze their words.

A bearded elderly doctor, with a righteous and awe-inspiring look, brushed his beard lightly, and said in a leaning old manner: "Little fairy child, now several seriously injured people are in danger of their lives, you have the fairy herb magic medicine that can bring the dead back to life, but you don't treat these injured people, you are sorry for the heart of the doctor's parents as a doctor, and even more sorry for the heart of the family of these injured people." ”

Wang Qiang looked at an unconscious young man lying on the ground next to him, his fat and flesh were very thick, and his oily white and tender face had a painful expression on his face. Such a person is obviously pretending, and with such a physique, it is not normal to be able to climb a five-mile-high cliff.

Wang Qiang stretched out his left hand and took out the purple-gold ginseng from the back basket of the thorns behind his back, and said with a smile: "You have to prescribe the right medicine to achieve the effect of bringing the dead back to life." Not all diseases are created equal. Medical Tao is a very particular thing. ”

"This injured person is wide and fat, and he is the appearance of longevity, and the reason why he is now injured and in a coma is the reason why his longevity has decreased. I am equipped with a 99,999-year-old ginseng root to increase the longevity of the wounded. ”

"There is a saying in our immortal world, called virtue is not worthy, and longevity is not long. I have this medicine to increase longevity, but I lack a pair of medicines, so I can't make this medicine play the strongest effect. If there is a pair of medicines, combined with my miracle medicine that increases the number of nails, it can increase the longevity of the injured for a hundred years. ”

The bearded elderly doctor looked at the ginseng in Wang Qiang's hand with blazing eyes, and said, "You just don't want to use your immortal herb elixir to heal patients. If you had used the previous method, you would have been able to save the second wounded. ”

Another elderly doctor pointed at Wang Qiang angrily and said excitedly: "Human life is a big matter, but you are reluctant to give up the immortal herb magic medicine in your hand, you are simply insulting the identity of a doctor." ”

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged doctor dressed in brocade said solemnly: "A doctor cannot be called a doctor if he does not have the heart of saving the dead and sacrificing himself for others." The fairy herb elixir is priceless, but human life is priceless. As a healer, who doesn't want to ask the patient he heals to be generous? And you, just reluctant to give up your own fairy herb and magic medicine, are simply a doctor in vain. ”

Wang Qiang smiled and said: "Your words are very reasonable at first hearing, but is this really the case? In this case, let's do what you say first, and let everyone see, is your treatment right?"

As he spoke, Wang Qiang pinched off a ginseng root, then took out the purple-red Ganoderma lucidum, pinched a small piece of Ganoderma lucidum leaves, and rubbed the ginseng root and a small piece of Ganoderma lucidum leaves into dust in the palm of his hand.

An elderly warrior with gray hair knelt on the ground and opened the mouth of the obese young man in a coma, so that Wang Qiang could easily feed the medicine.

Wang Qiang waved his hand and threw the dust in his hand into the mouth of the unconscious young man, and for a while, he didn't see any effect.

Wang Qiang smiled: "Everyone has seen it, this is the reason why virtue is not worthy." It's just that I lack a pair of dispensing medicines, so my fairy herb magic medicine can't take effect. This dispensing is very crucial, and it must be the hard work of a well-intentioned doctor who saves lives and helps the wounded. Here, there are so many highly respected doctors, and with the increase of the number of years of medical practice and the accumulation of virtue, the merit factor contained in this painstaking effort is extremely rich. As a dispenser, only the hard work with abundant merit factors is the best. ”

The middle-aged doctor in brocade said coldly: "It's just nonsense. You're clearly taking revenge on us people. If I say that your blood is the most abundant merit factor, and your heart and blood are the most suitable for dispensing, will you use your blood to save people?"

Wang Qiang said with a smile: "It is the duty of a doctor to save the dead and help the wounded, since you said that my blood can be used for dispensing, then give it a try." Look at your medicine formula, right? People often say that ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the heart is connected. I'll release a box of blood from my pulse and wrist to make a dispense, and see how it works? If my hard work can't save people, I can only use your hard work. Are you willing to bleed?"

The old bearded healer said disdainfully: "The children's tricks are also taken out to play." Then use your blood to see if it works? If your blood doesn't work, we'll naturally release our blood. ”

Wang Qiang took out a firewood knife from the medicine basket and said, "Bring the medicine bowl here, and I will release a bowl of heart blood as a dispensing to heal the injured here." ”

Immediately, a young man took a large bowl from the side and walked up to Wang Qiang excitedly.

Wang Qiang grabbed the firewood knife in his left hand, stretched out his right arm, and swiped the blade towards his right hand, and a bright red blood poured into the big bowl, and soon put the volume of two boxes, that is, the volume of four taels of ordinary pure water.

Wang Qiang released almost half of the blood on his wrist, hurriedly threw the firewood knife into the back basket, took out a white handkerchief from his arms, covered the wound on his right wrist, quickly stopped the bleeding, pulled the white handkerchief with his left hand and mouth, and tied it to his right wrist.

Through the bright red blood that penetrated through the white handkerchief, I saw that there was a lot of blood infiltrated on the white handkerchief, and then looked at most of the bowl of hard work that Wang Qiang put in the big bowl, adding up, Wang Qiang's lost hard work also had a large bowl of effort, and it was still the amount of the big bowl.

The middle-aged doctor in brocade stepped forward, stretched out his hand to take the large bowl containing Wang Qiang's painstaking efforts, and personally fed it to the obese young man in a coma.

The obese young man who was in a coma drank a sip of Wang Qiang's blood, and then squirted out, spraying the middle-aged doctor in brocade with blood all over his face, kicking his legs, and fainting again.

Wang Qiang said: "It seems that my hard work is not enough to save these injured people." Now, use my healing formula, using the efforts of a respected healer to heal the wounded. ”

Everyone looked at the bearded geriatric doctor, and because of everyone's expectations, the geriatric doctor was impatient, so he had to take out the medical knife he had brought with him, cut his pulse and wrist, and put a small half bowl of blood in a small bowl.

The middle-aged doctor in brocade put aside the big bowl containing Wang Qiang's hard work, and took the blood released by the elderly doctor in the small bowl and fed it to the obese young man in a coma. This saved a wounded man.

When everyone saw Wang Qiang's treatment method, and then looked at the elderly doctor's eyes, they all looked like they had seen the magic medicine of fairy grass, which frightened the elderly doctor and only felt his neck cold. This is his own iniquity, and he cannot live. While the elderly doctors were scared, several other doctors who were squeezing Wang Qiang were also scared.

Wang Qiang pointed with his left finger and said: "You, you, you, and you! You four are noble medical virtues, exemplary doctors, your blood is rich in virtue factors, if you give everyone to drink, the sick can be cured, the disease-free can strengthen the body, and it has the effect of nourishing yin and aphrodisiac and prolonging life." In short, the benefits are numerous. ”

"Although I am a doctor, because of my young age and short practice time, I have not accumulated much virtue. Because I was persecuted and cursed by my enemies since I was a child, there is also a bad luck factor in my blood that can damage the luck of others. Therefore, I do not advise you to use my hard work as a medicine. (To be continued.) )