Zhou Qian took the two to the side room, pushed open the door, and saw a woman in her 50s lying on the bed, her eyes slightly closed, and a maid was waiting beside her.

Seeing Zhou Qian come in, the maid hurriedly came over and saluted, and Zhou Qian asked in a low voice, "How is the old lady?"

I heard the maid reply, "Sleep soundly." ”

Zhou Qian was a little relieved, let the maid out, and then said to the two: "The imperial doctor has already said that my mother has a tumor in her abdomen, but she has tried all methods, but it has no effect, and she has repeated pains, so she has to use some medicine to help her rest." ”

Fang Ling and Hu Dahai glanced at each other, but they both understood in their hearts that the imperial doctor just didn't say it explicitly.

Fang Ling walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, stretched out his hand and pressed it on Old Madam Zhou's abdomen.

Zhou Qian watched from the side and didn't ask much, just thinking that he was going to touch the tumor on his mother's abdomen.

Fang Ling pressed it slightly with his palm, but he didn't feel anything abnormal, but his palm immediately warmed up, and the lines entered with the trend. Fang Ling closed his eyes, and clearly felt a hard lump deep in his abdomen, and the lines quickly wrapped around the hard lump, but to Fang Ling's surprise, the lines seemed to be unable to find a way, just spinning wildly, and finally returned to the palm of his hand along with the fire.

Fang Ling frowned, let go of his hand and pressed it again, his palm warmed up again, but it didn't take long for the lines to go deep and ran back, as if there was nothing he could do about it.

Fang Ling was taken aback, could it be that this immortal technique couldn't treat tumors?

He tried it many times, but found that it didn't work, so he had to stand up.

Hu Dahai glanced at him, and seemed to know that there was no solution, so he had to sigh secretly and bid farewell to Zhou Qian.

After leaving the gate, Hu Dahai patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Fang Gongzi don't have to be discouraged, it's normal that you can't do anything about this disease that can't be cured by too many doctors." ”

Fang Ling nodded, but he thought of something else in his heart, this immortal technique can obviously heal wounds, even lame feet can be cured, how can it not be effective for tumors? There must be something wrong.

Fang Ling understood that if he wanted to solve this problem, he was afraid that the only way to solve it was to understand the secret of the dagger.

Three days was enough for Chen Mou to make a pill for concealing the heavens, and it was enough for Fang Ling to gather three thousand taels of silver, in fact, this was only equal to three hundred-year-old ginseng, and only equal to 12 25-year-old ginseng.

Rare medicinal materials that were difficult to find in the eyes of others were easy for Fang Ling, who had the immortal art that broke through the age of medicinal materials.

Three days later, in the middle of the night, Fang Ling and the others came to the prison again, accompanied by the howl of ghosts and wolves, the two walked down layer by layer under the leadership of Ma Chaoge, blowing gusts of wind from time to time, adding a bit of chill to this cold night.

Ma Chaoge really didn't know what the young man brought by Dong Canghai was, and he actually spent three thousand taels to visit the prison, but it was naturally a good thing for someone to send money to spend in vain, as for why he came to the ninth floor to see the female assassin who knew if he was dead or not, who could care?

Coming to the ninth floor, it was still as silent as death, although Ma Chaoge was wearing a thick jacket, he couldn't help but hold his arms tightly, and then waved his hand to signal the two to go in, while he was guarding at the staircase.