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Chapter 381 The Angry Dragon
[384] Angry Dragon
"Hmph, it's just a bluff."

Jin Yingjun's tone was extremely arrogant, not because he looked down on Chinese medicine, but because Chinese medicine is really not good.

There are a lot of nonsense theories such as yin and yang reconciliation and health preservation, etc., but the actual effect is not very good. It has long been unable to adapt to the fast-paced life of urban youths.

Obviously, Western medicine can cure the disease with a few injections and some medicine.

Chinese medicine requires ten days and half a month of recuperation, and decoction of medicines. Not to mention a waste of time, it is also expensive and bitter, and it is stupid to spend money to pay for it.

The Great Physician Mansion innovates on the basis of Western medical theory, develops various essences, and prepares symptomatic injections according to different conditions to achieve efficient and rapid treatment of diseases.

"Boy, the future is dominated by Western medicine, and it is even more dominated by our doctor's mansion!"

"Is it?"

Ye Xuan put his arms around his chest and stretched out a finger, "There are still ten seconds."

Wang Fu hurried forward, lying on the Eight Sage King's chest and listening carefully.

Boom!
dong dong!

Although the heartbeat was a bit rapid, it was within the normal range for the time being. Anyway, to Wang Fu, the Eighth Prince was more important than his life.

He can die!

The Eighth Prince can't!

No matter what Ye Xuan said was true or false, he couldn't ignore it, and he wouldn't lose anything by doing so. For the sake of the prince's safety, everything must be done with caution.

Even if Ye Xuan was scaremongering, he still had to take it seriously.

Ten seconds passed, and Wang Fu held his breath, not even daring to breathe.

Suddenly, a strong "plop" sound came out, and immediately the Eighth Prince's whole body shook as if he had been shocked by an electric shock, and his heart beat suddenly accelerated, as Ye Xuan predicted, almost twice as much as ordinary people.

However, the situation was far more than that. His whole body began to feel hot. The temperature was far higher than that of a common cold and fever. In a few breaths, it exceeded forty degrees and the temperature continued to rise. All the conditions were as predicted by Ye Xuan. Exactly the same!
"My lord, my lord!"

Wang Fu exclaimed a few times, seeing the eight sage kings in danger, his whole body was like a mad hound, he turned his head violently, grabbed Jin Yingjun's collar tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, and shouted angrily:

"What's wrong with my prince, what exactly did you inject him with just now?"

He has been by the Eight Sage King's side since he was 13 years old, and has served the prince for 40 years. This kind of deep friendship between master and servant is definitely beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"I...I...I don't know, what I gave him is the essence of calming the nerves and nourishing the spirit, which is beneficial and harmless, it can't be like this..."

Jin Yingjun's lips were pale and his complexion was bitter. Judging from the current situation, the Eighth Wise King might be belching.

With the status of the Eight Sage Kings, if he is really dead, I'm afraid he will be buried with him.

"My drafts mother, if something happens to the Eighth Prince, you will die, and your doctor's mansion will be buried with you." No matter how well-mannered Wang Fu is, he couldn't help it now, and slapped Jin Yingjun hard. face.

Immediately, the bright red five finger prints were very conspicuous.

However, Jin Yingjun was paralyzed on the ground, unconscious, and his whole face was devastated, as if he had been frightened stupid.

Yes, this is the Eight Sage Kings!

He is His Majesty Tian Haigan's most beloved uncle of the Eighth King. The old emperor left early, and His Majesty treats the Eighth Wise King with as much affection as a father and son.

And the Eighth Prince was put to death in his hands, and it might cause a war between the two countries.

However, the Huawu Empire is a giant dragon in the east, a colossal existence, while the Han Country is just a tiny place, like a fly.

Usually "buzzing", the giant dragon is not as knowledgeable as you, but you are so aggressive, you killed the emperor's uncle on his territory, you are playing dead!

A dragon can blow you away with a fart, and a slap can turn you into dust!

Moreover, Jin Yingjun knew very well that it was impossible for the Han royal family to tear themselves apart for a big doctor's mansion and a giant dragon.

Although they often stretched their mosquito legs towards the dragon, they were all forced by Midi. If Midi's father didn't speak, the royal family would only trouble the dragon if their brains were pumped.

Just when Jin Yingjun was frightened to the extreme,
There was a stronger reaction from the Eight Sage Kings, and his brows were deeply frowned, as if he was enduring great pain. Seeing this scene, Wang Fu was so anxious that he threw himself directly in front of Ye Xuan.

In an instant, all eyes fell on him, because everything completely coincided with his prediction.

"Sir, please help me, save our prince. He has worked hard all his life for the country and the people. He should live a long life!" Wang Fu knelt in front of Ye Xuan, pleading in every possible way.

"Eight Wise Kings have worked hard for the country and the people all their lives, so I naturally want to save them, but some bastards from foreign countries are praising the western way and belittling my Chinese medicine! It's really disgusting."

Ye Xuan's voice was extremely cold and severe, and with a wave of his hand, three gold needles appeared in his hand:
"Foreign Spicy Chicken, look at how profound my Chinese medicine is."

After Ye Xuan finished speaking, he strode up to the Eight Sage Kings, put two fingers on the opponent's pulse, and controlled the opponent's physical condition with a single breathing effort. He knew it clearly and had a corresponding treatment plan.

The current situation of the Eight Sage Kings is not optimistic.

It was a disease caused by overwork, and it caused various complications!
Coupled with the random treatment by quack doctors, the deficiency is not replenished, which leads to the rapid deterioration of the condition.

It is almost helpless for mortals.

But for Ye Xuan, there are countless ways.

For example, if you directly use the spirit energy to accumulate it, within 10 minutes, the Eight Sage Kings can be reborn, and they will be full of vigor, and they will return to eighteen years old.

But this is too shocking!

For another example, one thought becomes a pill, that is, one thought in the mind can refine the elixir that can make the dead and bones, but there is a lack of medicinal materials.

In the pagoda of heaven and earth in his body, there are countless carcasses of rare birds and beasts, exotic flowers and plants, rare treasures, and elixirs, but his cultivation is too low to break the pagoda's restriction.

The other one is more troublesome.
That is the acupuncture and moxibustion method of ancient Chinese medicine, and the effect is not bad, but it takes two or three times to cure the disease of the Eight Sage Kings.

At this moment, Ye Xuan was holding three golden needles, and they directly stuck them into the Eight Wise King's chest without even looking at them, and he didn't even take off his clothes.

"Mr. Xiao, is it too hasty for you to give the needle like this?" Wang Fu asked with a worried face. He has lived a long time and has seen how the old Chinese doctor gave the needle.

People carefully take off the patient's clothes, then find the acupuncture point, rotate the golden needle, and slowly penetrate it deep or shallow.

How could it be as free and easy as Ye Xuan?

It is related to the life and death of the Eight Sage Kings, so he must be extremely cautious.

(End of this chapter)