Hundreds of doctors of different ages dressed in simple clothes sprinkled like stone carvings in the palace of the king, and there were three layers of armor inside and outside to surround the crowd in the middle.

The hall was surprisingly quiet, except for the occasional movement from the king above, there was no sound.

The healers, who did not know what the road ahead, bowed their heads and looked uneasy, and they did not have the slightest joy to meet the king of a country.

Yan Xiaowu and Sun Wukong were mixed in this large team of hundreds of people, but they did not seem abrupt, but they were a little obscure.

The king leaned on the velvet cushion behind him, playing with a wine jue in his hand, oscillating twice from time to time, looking at the ripples of the sake in the jue.

He is very fond of ancient utensils such as bells, tripods, and jue, with a sense of vicissitudes of history, which can always make him feel a sense of self-respect within the Liuhe.

Under the king, on the right stood respectfully the smiling national teacher, and on the left stood the general who had argued with Yan Xiaowu before, his expression solemn, and a chill exuded from his body.

"Bang dang!"

Wang Jiangjue placed it on the table in front of him, his eyes downward.

"Lonely often listens to humanity, but all healers have a benevolent heart, I don't know if it's right or not?"

As the king's words fell, a group of healers looked left and right, their expressions dazed, and they didn't know what they meant.

Finally, an old man from among the years of destiny was elected to answer the king's question as a representative.

"It's just the praise of the world, and we don't deserve such an honor for making a living from it. ”

"You should have, otherwise it doesn't make sense to invite you here?"

Wang stared downward, his dark pupils like a bottomless pit, as if he could be trapped in it at a glance, unable to extricate himself.

The old man leaned over and replied respectfully: "The king said that we have it, and we naturally have it." ”

The king narrowed his eyes and sighed, "It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Lao Langzhong's legs trembled slightly, and he forced himself to ask, "Dare to ask the king, where is the pity?"

"Lone is sick. ”

"I don't know what a serious illness it is?"

"Lonely is sick of the heart. ”

Lao Langzhong touched his goatee and muttered: "It turned out to be a heart and lung disease, and it is indeed a first-class stubborn disease, but at this moment, hundreds of doctors in this palace will be able to find a way to diagnose and treat the king." ”

Wang said lightly: "There's no need to be so troublesome, since it's a heart disease, just use your heart to heal." ”

"This ...... This ......"

The old man's face was pale, his old body trembled, and he collapsed to the ground, he looked up at the king in a trance.

"Unheard of...... It's unheard of!"

Hundreds of healers all looked shocked, and one by one they knelt on the ground, and they slammed on the ground.

"The king spares his life~ The king spares his life!"

The general took two steps forward and shouted, "Quiet!"

The armor soldiers below raised their spears one after another, aiming at the healers in the field, and the fierce light was revealed.

Just as everyone knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, a man and a monkey stood on the temple like chickens, as if everything had nothing to do with them.

The king's eyes flickered, and he asked curiously, "Why is there still a monkey?"

The general turned around, leaned over to face the king, and said, "The female doctor below can't see anything, and that monkey is for the purpose of guiding the blind!"

"Oh?"

Wang lowered his eyes and looked at Yan Xiaowu, and when he saw the wound on her eye, he was slightly stunned, and asked, "You are a healer, why can't you even heal your own injuries?"

"Many diseases and injuries in the world cannot be cured, and I have been practicing medicine for more than ten years, and I can only cure seventy percent of patients. ”

"Seventy percent, it seems that your medical skills are not very good. ”

Yan Xiaowu pursed her lips, "It seems that you don't understand the way of medicine." ”

"Don't you understand?" the king pointed to the old man who was lying on the ground, "You say, why doesn't she understand Lone?"

Lao Langzhong didn't dare not answer, and replied tremblingly: "Wang, who can treat seventy percent of the patients, can be called the miracle doctor of the world, and the old man has been a doctor for more than 30 years, and the cured patients are less than thirty percent." ”

"Divine doctor, divine doctor, lonely and sleepless at night, sometimes frightened in the middle of the night, I don't know if it can be treated?"

Wang's gaze turned to Yan Xiaowu.

"Yes. ”

"Lonely headache and fatigue, can it be treated?"

"Yes. ”

"Bloating due to lonely eating, can it be cured?"

"Yes. ”

"Loneliness wants to go to the tyrannical heart, and get the will of saint Ming benevolence, can you be cured?"

Wang unconsciously straightened up and stared at Yan Xiaowu, with a faint hint of expectation on his face.

Yan Xiaowu shook her head without hesitation.

"It's not a disease, if you have to say it's a disease, it's a terminal illness. ”

Yan Xiaowu clenched the hand of the monkey beside her, raised her head and said to the king: "You, you can wait until you die." ”