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"Doesn't it mean that the poor monk is a god!"

Tang Sen snickered in his heart, Diao Chan too, secretly said that this god king is worthy of being a god king, and it is really a magic skill to get the imperial doctor in a few words.

"Time is pressing, I'll wait a minute, the king will be in pain, let's see the king first!" said Towneson.

"Yes, yes, what the divine doctor said is very true, I will not disturb the divine doctor, everything will be arranged by the divine doctor. ”

The three medical officers nodded again and again, with the previous hand, they expected that Tang Sen's medical skills were good, and they were waiting for Tang Sen to show his skills.

"That's great!"

Tang Sen opened his mouth and looked at Sun Wukong, now that the strength of this great apprentice has not yet recovered, the technique of diagnosing the pulse of the hanging silk can only be operated by him.

"Poor monks help the world and save people, relying on the diagnosis of the pulse of the suspensory wire, you stand back for the time being. ”

A wooden chair was taken in the air, and Tang Sen leaned down, lying down in an extremely comfortable position, pinching the trick, three gold threads came out, and flew towards the king behind the curtain.

"It's really wonderful, this kind of magic skill, I haven't seen it in my life, it's really an eye-opener. ”

The leading medical officer opened his mouth in surprise, he felt that this was no longer the category of medical skills, it was completely beyond common sense, and the divine doctor's pulse diagnosis technique was no different from the gods in the sky, worthy of a divine word.

"Good~"

In the curtain, the king spoke vigorously, he had seen countless people who claimed to be miracle doctors, but it was also the first time he had seen this technique of diagnosing the pulse of the hanging silk, and he couldn't help but have a trace of curiosity.

"This monk really has two brushes!"

The three princes watched from the sidelines, smacking their tongues again and again, and their hearts couldn't help but settle down a little.

The three golden threads swayed, and finally wrapped around the king's right vein, looking at the golden threads in his hand, inexplicably, he felt a lot more at ease.

"As long as this miracle doctor heals me, what are the two cities, and the ten cities of this king will be sent. ”

Secretly, the king made up his mind that as long as Townsend made him recover, he would repay Townsend well.

In fact, where does Tang Sen know what to diagnose the pulse, it is estimated that Sun Wukong in the original book is also fooling.

He speculated that the old king's digestive system was not good, and his daughter-in-law was taken away by monsters during the Dragon Boat Festival, and he was too frightened.

Tang Sen crossed the legs of the wooden horse and pinched the three golden threads to think, this big talk was exaggerated, what method did he use to get the lump of things out of the old king's stomach?

There are many ways, just secretly enter a fairy qi, and give it to the king of the peach to eat, but this is too unchallenging.

So, he moved the original book out, there was no way, there were some things, he felt that he should respect the original work, so he should do Sun Wukong a favor and carry forward the technique of diagnosing the pulse of the hanging silk too much.

......

After half a cup of tea, Tang Sen finally found a solution, collected the gold thread, sat up, and said to everyone:

"The king is fine, presumably three years ago, Niangniang was taken away by monsters and suffered some blows, coupled with physical reasons, resulting in a mouthful of zongzi in the stomach for a long time and becoming ill, not an incurable disease. ”

"Isn't it an incurable disease?

The leading healer spoke, and the king's illness made him suspect that the monster had done something from it, so that no recipe was effective.

"No, it's just a minor illness, and the king's illness is called 'loss of birds,' and it's not a serious illness. ”

Tang Sen said unhurriedly, confident, without any intention of being empty.

"Dare to ask the miracle doctor, I don't know what is the 'loss of birds' syndrome?"

The leading medical officer was puzzled, the double bird was out of herdity, and it was the first time he had heard that the king of the secret path was the king, and even the name of the disease was so loud.

Tang Sen laughed lightly again, and said: "There are two male and female birds, originally flying together in one place, and suddenly they were scattered by the storm, the female can't see the male, the male can't see the female, the female wants the male, and the male also wants the female, isn't this the loss of the two birds?"

"Good, good, wonderful, it's really a miracle doctor, I'll wait to bow down!"

was explained by Tang Sen in this way, thinking of what happened to the king, the three medical officers were all praised, and for a while Tang Sen was shocked to heaven.

"Divine doctor, what a miracle doctor!"

The old king opened his mouth excitedly behind the curtain, the old tears were rampant, and he was a little more angry unconsciously, Tang Sen gave him a completely different feeling, and when he said this, he even said that he was in his heart!

My Golden Saint Niangniang, when will you be able to return to me, I miss you so much.

The old king burst into tears, and sadly remembered his little daughter-in-law.

"The divine doctor has a way, great, please accept my waiting. ”

The leading medical officer could not suppress his excitement, and immediately knelt down in unison, this was the first time in three years, and they were all much more relaxed.

"That miracle doctor, since the lesion has been seen, I don't know what the miracle doctor requires?"

After thanking him, the lead medical officer said with expectations.

"You don't have to do it, so let's do it, you first arrange a place for the poor monk and a few disciples, and then send eight hundred and eight flavors of medicine, each of which is three catties, and the poor monk will refine the medicine tonight, and the king will be able to recover tomorrow." ”

Townsend spoke.

"So fast, thank you so much!"

The leading physician and the king thanked him again, and finally the king instructed the three princes to settle for the master and apprentice.

"That...... Divine Doctor, please!"

The third prince was happy and bitter at the same time, looking at Tang Sen's appearance, he was sure that he would heal his father, but did he recognize it or not?

"Little San, it's not easy to be a good grandson of this divine doctor, you have to get your father's consent first, or why don't the poor monks talk to your father?"

Coming to a palace courtyard, Tang Sen teased the three princes.

"Uh...... That one...... Ay...... You can heal your father first!"

The third prince is so aggrieved, what is the matter with this secretly, he feels that he has been pitted, he has been pitted.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for the success of the pit force, and the reward is 20 pit forcing value!"

"Forget it, just be a poor monk without you, a bad descendant, and play while playing!"

Tang Sen waved his hand and drove the third prince out, Ma De's once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that kid didn't cherish it, he didn't know how to lift it.

"I ...... I can't go yet!"

The third prince wanted to burst into foul language, he was kicked out of his own door, if he hadn't seen the sand monk who was two heads taller than him and the tiger who was countless heads taller staring at him, he really wanted to scold Tang Sen for being a shameless monk.

"Master, what are you going to do now?"

After the third prince walked away, there were only Tang Sen's apprentices and Diao Chan left in the entire courtyard, and Sha Seng came over and asked.

"What is this little thing, when they send the medicinal materials, the poor monk has his own way. ”

Townsend spoke, confident and calm.

"Wow! This god king is really good at healing, amazing, and he is still an all-rounder!"

Next to him, Diao Chanyu clenched his hands, looked at Tang Sen and smirked, and even forgot all about those plans for a while.

Some people are like this, and wherever they are, they can have a profound impact on the people around them.

Obviously, Townsend is that kind of person, he influences Diao Chan all the time, transforms Diao Chan, from the inside out, from body to soul!