In front of his subordinates, Shopkeeper Lu didn't say anything thoroughly, but Xia Yan and Bai Lao both understood what he meant.

This time, Xia Yan was too seriously injured, lost too much blood, and had a serious shortage of qi and blood.

After waiting for the people to leave, the shopkeeper Lu whispered while personally serving soup and vegetables for Xia Yan: "Little I hope that the master will recover as soon as possible." ”

"Okay, this king's body is not bad enough to need you to serve."

Xia Yan glanced at him and motioned for the man in black to help him get up from the couch, "This king can come by himself." ”

"Yes, yes, you are the most powerful in the world, and the damage caused to you by this injury is only temporary."

Shopkeeper Lu smiled flatteringly, and carefully put the bowl in his hand, "You take it first, the medicine has been boiled and warmed on the small stove, and you can drink it at any time." ”

"Long-winded."

Xia Yan spit out two words without raising his head, lowered his head and drank chicken soup.

Some good ginseng was put in the soup, and it was stewed in the morning, and the heat tasted good.

He also knew that his subordinates were attentive enough.

But he didn't say anything, only showed that he was satisfied with his actions.

After eating, he drank medicine again, and lay back on the couch with the support of the guards.

"I'll diagnose my grandfather's lower pulse."

Bai Lao got up and came to the small couch, stretched out his hand and motioned for Xia Yan to stretch out his hand.

"This king feels that his spirit is okay, not so weak."

When Xia Yan stretched out his hand, he casually mentioned, "Bai Lao thinks that what kind of medicine I am using on my body, the effect is not generally good." ”

"This, the old man said yesterday, I have never smelled such a medicinal smell."

Bai Lao was a little embarrassed, "I don't know how that holy hand was refined, and what medicinal materials were added to it." ”

"If only I could see the gentleman who saved you."

Xia Yan: "......" you saw it, but unfortunately you don't know.

Of course, he didn't say it.

Until now, he doesn't know what his psychology is, and he doesn't want anyone other than himself to know who saved him.

Even sent someone to investigate the situation with Hua Yaoyao, and didn't let these two know.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Lao also knew that this master didn't want to talk about it, so he had to squint his eyes and seriously diagnose his pulse.

"Bai Lao, how is it?"

After a while, seeing that Bai Lao carefully checked his pulse and withdrew his hand, the shopkeeper Lu couldn't wait to ask, "Is Master's injury okay?" ”

"The old man can only say that he really met a noble person this time."

Bai Lao didn't say the result directly, "If the old man faced the situation at that time, he wouldn't be half sure ......"

I'm not sure I'll be able to pull him back from the ghost gate.

It's just that the latter words were said in front of a prince, which was not appropriate, so he didn't say it.

But everyone present could hear it.

"Especially the other party's practice of sewing up the wound is unheard of and unseen."

"Even if it's just observing the treatment of the wound of the lower master, the old man has opened his eyes and understands that some problems can be solved from a different angle."

"Bai Lao means ......"

Xia Yan squinted his eyes and looked over, "The person who saved this king yesterday has far better medical skills than you, the descendant of the ghost doctor?" ”

If this is the case, then why is the other party's life so difficult?

From the other party's dress, it can be seen that she is now so depressed that she can only go up the mountain to take risks.

This......

Is it possible?

Or is there something else going on?

"It's hard to say."

Bai Lao smiled modestly, "Although I am a disciple of the old master, what I have learned is only the master's ability, and I dare not call it the master's successor." ”

"The medicine used in this king's body, Bai Lao can't develop it?"