The fame of the medical saint is well-known in this Proud Sword Continent, and in the Sin City, it is even more deafening, and everyone knows it!

But no one can predict when he will get sick, or poisoned, injured, etc., since the medical saint dares to claim the name of the medical saint, then it can be imagined that his superb medical skills have reached the point of supernatural ability, at least, in this era of lack of resources and knowledge, he can come to this point, and the hardships and hardships paid are unimaginable to ordinary people.

It is precisely because of the medical saint's superb medical skills that his status in Sin City is transcendent.

With such a grandmaster-level physician, no one would be stupid to offend, not to mention that he has a high chance of asking the other party in the future, even if he doesn't, this kind of thing that offends the anger of the public, a wise person will not do it.

In Sin City, there are frequent fights, and all kinds of intrigues and power battles are staged almost every day, but no matter how bad the trouble is outside, even if the entire Sin City is demolished, it will never affect the medical saint here, this will always be the most quiet and safe place in Sin City.

Come here, no matter who you are, even if it's a few bigwigs in Sin City, then you have to obediently guard it, this is the influence of the Healer!

At this time, in the hospital of the medical saint, in a ward, the young man had just boiled the medicine and slowly handed it to the middle-aged man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Teacher, the medicine is already cured, you can drink some first. The young man's surname is not like this, but he has experienced too much of these, and he has gradually matured and appeared more stable.

"Get out, get out, get out~!" The middle-aged man was unkempt, clapped his hands, knocked over the soup bowl, pointed at the young man and scolded: "If it weren't for you, a rebel, how could I have fallen into such a miserable situation?

A look of anger flashed on the young man's face, but he still didn't break out after all, he lowered his head and said, "Teacher..."

Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged man sneered and said, "Don't, don't call me teacher, I'm not qualified to be your teacher, you are a genius, a person with a bright future, and I'm just a waste, just a waste used by the medical saint to do experiments, my cultivation, I don't save one out of ten, how dare I be your teacher?"

"Teacher, once you are a teacher and a father for life, your disciple will not leave you alone. The young man said in a deep voice.

"Hahaha~ha! Don't pretend here, if it weren't for you, would I have ended up where I am now? If it weren't for you, would I need to stay here with a dead face? Marquis, I'm a noble marquis! But now, how many people will recognize me as a marquis?" The middle-aged man said this, as if he suddenly remembered something, and looked at the young man mockingly, "I understand!"

"What do you understand?" the young man wondered.

The middle-aged man said in a cold voice: "You are deliberately following me, for the sake of the wealth I have accumulated over the years?"

The young man wanted to explain, but the middle-aged man didn't give him a chance to explain, and said directly: "Get out, don't let me see you again, I tell you, even if I use it to feed the dogs, I won't leave it to you." Also, don't call me teacher in the future, I can't afford to accept a disciple like you!"

Kind-hearted, but was regarded as having another plan, and was insulted like this, even if the young man was a clay man, he had three points of anger!

With a gloomy face, he said slowly: "I just want to repay you for your kindness in the past few years, but you treat me like this. Teacher, this is the last time I call you, Teacher! Since you told me to get out, then I'll get out!"

With that, the young man turned and left.

It wasn't until after the young man left that the middle-aged man put away Fang Cai's disgusting expression, and muttered with a wry smile: "The teacher is just a waste person now, life is better than death, you follow the teacher, there will never be a way out! Besides, although the teacher hates your second brother very much, he also has to admit that this son is not a thing in the pool, and in the future, he will definitely soar to the sky!"

Looking at the disappearing back of the young man, he slowly closed his eyes, and sighed long in his heart: "The teacher has long regarded you as half a son, and now, the teacher has suffered this great disaster, and it must not affect you." You, still young and promising, shouldn't be bound by being a teacher!"

"If you fall out with your teacher, you have a reason to join forces with your second brother, don't be bold and brave for this son, and repair the brotherly relationship with him, for you, it is a clear way!"

"In the world, everyone thinks that he is short-tempered and impulsive. But after thinking about it for so many days as a teacher, he found that this son was really wise and unparalleled! At the beginning, he was afraid that he had already expected that the teacher would not be able to help him, so he would make a move, ostensibly being injured and fleeing, but in fact he took the opportunity to completely break away from the Yi family, which could block the mouth of the people in the world. Such a subtle calculation is far inferior to a teacher!"

The middle-aged man sat up from the bed with difficulty, stretched out his hand to stroke the shiny armor beside the bed, and muttered: "Old man, although I have slaughtered countless people, the world says that I am cruel and unkind, and there are countless people who want to kill me, but who knows, in this world of cannibalism, if I am not brutal, where can I live until now?"

"Thank you, thank you for spending countless days and nights with me, and accompanying me to fight for half my life!" The hoarse voice of the middle-aged man sounded softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man had a smile, very calm, very indifferent, very elegant, this is a smile that others have never seen on his face, there was no one before, and there will be no one in the future, because the middle-aged hands have been pinched around his neck......

A little harder.

"Click!"

I only heard the sound of broken bones, which suddenly sounded, and then, the middle-aged man's head hung down weakly, but his body was still sitting on the bed, and he did not fall because of this, and his breathing and heartbeat stopped forever at this moment.

If Yi Chen was here, he would definitely be able to find out that this middle-aged man was none other than General Lang Mo!

Who can know that Lang Mo's mind is so complicated? Is his heart really as brutal as it seems?

Not necessarily!

But in any case, Lang Mo was dead, and he died in the Doctor's Mansion, not from injuries and illness, but by suicide.

Since he is dead, then there is no way for the medical saint to return to heaven, he can pull the dying people back from the ghost gate, and he can also let the people who have no hope rekindle hope, but he can't resurrect the dead, he is a medical saint, not a god.

That young man, Lang Mo's disciple, that is, Yi Chen's eldest brother with this body, Yi Sen, a genius sword cultivator who has been famous in Ye Mian City for a long time, a genius who is regarded as the pride of the Yi family, the pride of Ye Mian City, the pride of the Royal Swordsman Junior Academy, and the hope of the Yi family's rise.

Yi Sen walked away from this ward in a rage, and when he came to the gate, he accidentally bumped into a middle-aged man, and his body was shocked back a few big steps.

"Young man, walk and look at it, fortunately you bumped into me, otherwise, if my nephew has something long and two short, I can't spare you!" The middle-aged man's face was very heavy, and his nephew was almost bumped, with his current condition, where can he withstand such a bump, who is replaced in this matter, it is inevitable that he will be angry.

With a dejected expression on his face, Yi Sen shook his head self-deprecatingly: "Perhaps, you shouldn't have spared me in the first place." ”