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"Little sir, I'm afraid you're not right, right?"

Wang Fu was extremely suspicious, Ye Xuan's move was too casual.

The body of the daughter of the Eight Sages King, which doctor is not cautious, who has never seen Ye Xuan so inappropriate.

"There is a difference between immortals and mortals, how can you be a mere mortal to understand my acupuncture technique, you just need to remember that if I make a move, the dead can also be healed. Ye Xuan smiled lightly.

Wang Fu was stunned,

He has seen many big people in his life, when the Eight Sages King was in power, he met with the royal families, dignitaries, heroes, warlords...

Those are noble, and belong to those who stand out from the crowd even if they are thrown into the crowd.

But the pride like Ye Xuan, which comes out of his bones, is only seen in his life.

However, he thought about it, if Ye Xuan wanted to be unfavorable to the Eight Sages King, he only needed to stand there and watch coldly, and there was no need to make a move at all.

But now that the other party has made a move, it means that he must be sure, otherwise who is willing to take such a big risk, if the Eighth Prince really dies, the entire Huawu Empire will tremble, and all those who are related to this matter will probably be sentenced to death.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu's heart relaxed slightly.

The only thing he is worried about now is the prince's illness, which is so serious that Ye Xuan can't cure it.

That's really a lack of skills.

On the side, Jin Yingjun rubbed his red and swollen face while staring at Ye Xuan through gritted teeth.

His original handsome appearance is now more miserable and miserable, and he attributed all this to Ye Xuan.

If it weren't for Ye Xuan, he wouldn't have come over to see the fun!

If he doesn't watch the excitement, he can't help but come out and pretend to be forced.

It's impossible to do this without pretending to be forced.

So everything is Ye Xuan's fault.

"Bastard, boy, you are so showy, then this mess will be handed over to you to clean up, hmph, when the prince dies, you will carry the black pot, just right. ”

Jin Yingjun hid to the side and sneered, staring at Ye Xuan with evil eyes, his heart was full of resentment, he could never afford to offend the people of the Eight Sages King, but Ye Xuan didn't care.

Just as he was thinking viciously in his heart, Ye Xuan's side made another move.

The fingers are like a dance.

Seventy-two stitches, as if sealed.

From the neck to the abdomen, the seventy-two major ** channels are all controlled, and the accumulation of labor is the root cause of the disease, and the lack of sleep is the fuse this time, so what Ye Xuan has to do is only to relieve the other party's symptoms, eliminate fatigue, and retrograde blood qi to balance yin and yang energy, and the other party will naturally wake up, and his mental state will be better than ever.

Ye Xuan's fingers were like playing a piano, and they slashed across the seventy-two silver needles, and those silver needles suddenly trembled, vibrating very frequently, and surprisingly consistently.

It's like black and white keys, playing beautiful notes.

It turns out that healing and saving people can be so elegant?!

Wang Fu finally put away his contempt, this is definitely not something that can be explained by chance, and looked at the calmness and calmness on the other party's face, as if everything was under control.

Could it be that you have really met a master in the world?

After a few breaths, Ye Xuan's fingers stroked again, and the silver needles that were pierced on the body of the Eight Sages King all disappeared, and they returned to Ye Xuan's hands again as if they were magical, and then put them into the needle bag, folded them, and put them away, everything was so calm.

"That's good?" Wang Fu was a little incredulous.

Ye Xuan didn't say a word, dusting off his body, with a masterful demeanor.

"Hmph, pretend. Kim Yingjun scolded secretly.

However, at this moment, the Eight Sages King's breathing became even weaker, his face quickly darkened, and his whole body convulsed several times in a row, and finally his legs kicked off, as if ...... Hiccup!

"What? dead!"

"The prince is dead!"

"The Eight Sages King is gone!"

Everyone's faces changed wildly, and Wang Fu threw himself on the side of the bed of the Eight Sages King and cried loudly.

The others also looked solemn, obviously unable to accept that the amiable Eighth Prince was just leaving!

This is...... O national martyrdom!

Jin Yingjun cried with joy, this stupid beep jumped out to carry the black pot for him, this is the best fool he has ever seen.

He laughed, and in the midst of his grief, he looked extremely discordant.

"Jin Yingjun, you are still gloating, you are finished, I want your entire Great Doctor's Mansion to accompany the prince to the funeral!" Wang Fu turned around violently, kicked Jin Yingjun to the ground, and stomped on his face.

"Tomorrow, 500,000 soldiers and horses under the prince will gather and set foot in your Great Doctor's Mansion, it is useless for anyone to intercede!!"

Wang Fu clenched his fists tightly, and his whole body trembled violently.

Everyone could feel the anger surging deep within him.

Half a million soldiers?

Destroy the Great Doctor's Mansion?

Jin Yingjun's face changed wildly, the army of the Huawu Empire was invincible in land battle!

And the soldiers and horses under the Eight Sages King are the best elite soldiers, if you really want to fight, you can occupy the Cold King City in an hour!!

Moreover, it is impossible for the Han royal family to offend the dragon for the sake of a small great doctor's mansion.

In the end, it must have been the royal family who personally tied up the people of the Great Doctor's Mansion and handed them over to the dragon to quench the anger of the other party.

Thinking of this, Jin Yingjun still had a handsome temperament, knelt at the feet of Steward Wang, and cried loudly:

"Steward Wang, it's none of my business, he did it, if he hadn't been blind and needle-piercing, would the prince have died?"

He threw all the pots on Ye Xuan's body.

"Hmph... None of you ...... Can't run away. Steward Wang was so angry that his chest rose and fell, and he turned his head to look at Ye Xuan angrily.

But he heard Ye Xuan say lightly: "What are you anxious about? Who said that the prince is dead? It will be better soon." ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and at the same time looked at the eighth prince lying on the hospital bed.

Wang Fu stared at it without blinking, and sure enough, after a while, the expression on the face of the eighth prince changed, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be shaking slightly!

Suddenly, the Eight Sages King snorted and spit out a mouthful of black blood.

Just after this mouthful of black blood was spit out, the body of the Eight Sages King was like being reborn, and it underwent earth-shaking changes.

The originally pale complexion immediately became ruddy and shiny, his breathing was steady, his heartbeat was strong, and all his body functions returned to normal.

All right?

Just spit out a mouthful of blood?

At this time, Ye Xuan said lightly: "The seventy-two needles just now, plus this mouthful of black blood, have already expelled most of the toxins in the body of the Eight Sage Kings, he will take a nap for a while, and he will be fine when he wakes up." ”

Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized!

It's amazing, it's amazing!

At this time, Ye Xuan turned his head to look at Jin Yingjun, with a sinister smile on his face:

"It's just a Western doctor, it's just a sideshow, I don't have the same knowledge as you, you provoke me again and again, really I don't have a temper?"

Ye Xuan shouted violently, flicked his fingers, and several golden needles pierced Jin Yingjun's face!

"Ahh

The terrible screams rang out, and everyone shuddered when they heard it.

(End of chapter)