"Yan'er, you get out of the way first, let your father see how far your brother's injuries have recovered. ”

Standing next to the coffin, Yan Feiyan, who was still gently supporting Yan Batian's back, heard her father's words, and reluctantly took a few steps back, and then stood still. Qiushui's eyes were still staring at Yan Batian with concern, without blinking, as if he was afraid that in the blink of an eye, Brother Batian would disappear.

Although the majestic and unsmiling look remains unchanged, the concern in the tiger's eyes is difficult to hide. Yan Nanyuan, who was trying to calm himself, stretched out his yellowish right hand and put it on Yan Batian's white neck on the left side, wanting to know the injury in his body through his pulse.

As soon as the warm big hand touched Yan Batian's delicate skin, Yan Batian felt the slight tremor due to excitement. The almost imperceptible tremor made his heart ripple for a long time.

In his last life, his parents died when he was a child, and he suffered from the warmth and coldness of the world. After stepping on the immortal edge by chance, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and his combat effectiveness far exceeds that of monks of the same level, and he can even directly compete with monks of a higher level. The person he met either feared him and avoided him, or he hated him because of jealousy and hatred.

Even the early Yuan Infant Master, who was extremely kind to him, although he had given him unlimited help in cultivation and resources, he had never felt this kind of natural care from the depths of his soul.

"It's a really warm feeling!"

Maybe it's because of the reincarnation of the reincarnation and the reason that he inherited the memory of Yan Batian in this life, or because he has never felt his father's love, the old monster who has lived for nearly a thousand years actually likes this feeling from the bottom of his heart.

Yan Batian, who had never enjoyed his father's love, really regarded Yan Nanyuan as his father in this life in the depths of his heart at this moment.

In order to hide the distress and pity in the tiger's eyes, Yan Nanyuan closed his eyes slightly and checked every injured place of Yan Batian very seriously. But all this, how could it be possible to hide Yan Batian, who has lived for nearly a thousand years?

After a long time, Yan Nanyuan, who had his eyes slightly closed, suddenly opened abruptly, his eyes were angry and fierce, and his nostrils exhaled rough air, like a substantial white gas sprayed directly onto Yan Batian's face. The smell of anger was palpable to him.

"Xiong family, damn it!"

As for the reason for Yan Nanyuan's sudden anger, Yan Batian knew it well. The situation in his body was very clear to him, if he hadn't had the will to transform into a god stage cultivator, I am afraid that he would have died of excessive pain.

"Brother Han, go to the Hall of Laughter and ask the divine doctor Xilai Le Langzhong, and let him go to Yanfu for a trip. After a slight pause, Yan Nanyuan immediately changed his words, "I'll go in person and invite him to the old man's house!"

His father usually disciplined him very strictly, always kept a straight face, and rarely showed concern for him in front of him, in Yan Batian's memory, his father cared about him like this, and in these fifteen years, it would not exceed ten fingers.

"A competent strict father!"

Yan Batian, who nodded secretly, commented on his angry and anxious father.

"However, in this small purple light city, the doctors with superb medical skills will not surpass themselves! I want to see who dares to use the divine doctor as a nickname. ”

Helplessly shrugged his shoulders, thinking in his heart that he wanted to call back his father's Yan Batian, he could only choose to keep his mouth shut. No, let him tell everyone in the room now that he was beaten by such a fat beating, which was almost certain to die, and after waking up from a coma, he learned the peerless medical skills out of thin air.

Medical skills are only useful in the realm of cultivating immortals. As long as a monk advances to the middle realm, that is, to cultivate above the Jindan stage, then he knows all the functions and structures of the human body, which means that as long as he cultivates above the Jindan stage, the monk is already an out-and-out divine doctor in the eyes of the world, and even in the eyes of the lower realm monks.

As long as they are monks who can step into the Jindan stage, they are all people with great perseverance and great opportunities, and all of them want to go further in their cultivation and successfully advance to the next level. No one would be foolish enough to waste their precious cultivation time in order to win the title of divine doctor in the mouths of worldly or lower realm cultivators. Therefore, there are very few people who can be called miracle doctors.

......

On a large and beautifully decorated chair in front of the bed, there was an elderly monk in the late stage of Qi cultivation in a white robe.

And the two middle-aged monks and a little Lori around the bed, the three of them all looked nervously at this funny late-stage Qi cultivation monk.

"It's a miracle that this son's internal organs are already in tatters, and he can still survive to this day. Fortunately, the old decay came in time, if it was a day and a half late, I am afraid that there would be no skills. ”

The old man's voice spat out from his flat lips, although the voice was weak and lacked a trace of brilliance, but the three people who heard this, as if hearing the sound of heaven, their nervous expressions were suddenly swept away, and they were immediately replaced with ecstatic looks.

"Brother Batian is saved, he can be as alive as before, you say so, uncle!"

The jubilant Yan Feiyan clapped her little hands, jumped up happily, her slightly cold autumn eyes bloomed with a charming look, and she was looking at Yan Nanhan, who was also excited, with an expectant face.

"Didn't the Divine Doctor Xi Langzhong already say it? Your Batian brother just wants to lie on the bed, I'm afraid he can't do it. ”

Gently patting Yan Feiyan's little head, which was swaying back and forth with her sleeves, Yan Nanhan said jokingly. Looking at Yan Feiyan's eyes, there was a trace of regret that was not easy to detect.

"Alright, alright! I'm not afraid of miracle doctor jokes!"

Interrupting their conversation, Yan Nanyuan turned around and bowed deeply to Xilaile.

"There is a miracle doctor Xi Lang in the shot, the dog's illness is naturally in addition to the disease, here is a hundred yuan of lower grade spirit stone diagnosis gold, and please Xi Lang Zhong smiled, the dog's illness will be in Lao Xi Lang!"

Yan Nanyuan, who was smiling, reached out and took out a palm-sized storage bag, respectfully held it in the palm of his hand, and stepped forward to hand it to Xilaile.

(The storage bag is the most commonly used storage utensils for cultivators in the lower realm of the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and it is only the size of a palm on the surface, but there is something else in the bag.) The longest storage bag has two types: one zhang space and ten zhang space. ）

Glancing at the storage bag in Yan Nanyuan's hand, instead of accepting it, Xilaile was lukewarm, and said directly in a weird manner: "I Xilaile has always only accepted ten lower-grade spirit stones, although Ling Lang's injury is too serious, but it can't break my rules, I can only collect ten lower-grade spirit stones for the consultation, and ask the Yan family master to take back the rest!"

It was obviously disgusted that the diagnosis fee was too small, but he said such words, which made Yan Nanyuan embarrassed and slightly annoyed. But now there is a request for people, and it is inconvenient to attack.

One hundred lower-grade spirit stones is already the total income of an ordinary late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator for a year's hard work, and this money-hungry divine doctor is still too little.