Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 167 Dongyuan Second Hospital

The hot decoction was gently boiling in the decoction sand pot, imitating Xiao Nan standing by the stove, with a trace of hesitation on his face, his slender eyebrows suddenly twisted, and then he reached out and picked up a small piece of old mountain After the ginseng is sliced, add it to the sand jar.

He added this small piece of old mountain ginseng in addition. Since that day when he suddenly advanced to the innate level, the effect of the daily tiger refining soup on him has been greatly reduced.

In the past, a pair of tiger soup, the first decoction can last at least three to four hours of exercise; but now it only takes two hours to practice, and the effect of this tiger soup is completely gone.

Therefore, Fang Xiaonan has been considering increasing the dosage and considering the issue of drug efficacy.

This is the simplest and most direct way to improve the efficacy of old wild ginseng, which is a great tonic and the main drug.

With the addition of this piece of old wild ginseng, the aroma of the medicine in the sand pot instantly became stronger by two points.

Seeing the color of the decoction in it getting darker, when the heat was almost ready, Fang Xiaonan reached out to pick up the medicine pot, and carefully poured the decoction inside into a soup bowl.

Smelling the strong scent of the medicine, Fang Xiaonan took a deep breath, waited for the soup to cool slightly, and poured the soup into his stomach in one breath.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, this can of soup and medicine with ingredients enters the stomach, and soon a hot breath rushes straight from the lower abdomen.

Taking advantage of the power of the medicine, imitating Xiao Nan, he hurried into the gym and left to practice boxing.

During this period of time, with the help of that day's encounters, I quickly punched the advanced exercise boxing to the eighth position, and the ninth position is still under hard training.

It is necessary to take out this ninth posture as soon as possible, so as to speed up the speed of cultivation.

It is obvious that the effect of the added decoction has been enhanced by at least [-]%. With the help of the scalding medicinal power, I imitated Xiaonan who had practiced boxing exercises for three hours. His whole body was covered in sweat before he let out a sigh of relief. , stopped.

After these three hours of contact, the ninth posture became more and more fluent. According to this, it is estimated that in five or six days at most, the ninth posture can be completed.

Fang Xiaonan has enough experience, a complete set of exercise boxing and an incomplete exercise boxing, the effect is completely different.

If this advanced version of Exercise Boxing can complete the ninth posture, then the effect should be increased by at least [-]%.

Mixed the medicine dregs accumulated in the past few days, added related medicines, boiled it into a big pot, then soaked in this medicine soup for half an hour, and then took a shower with satisfaction , completed a day of practice.

Seeing that it was only past ten o'clock, Fang Xiaonan got up again and headed towards the study.

Nearly two months had passed by this time, and it was only one month left to promise Zhao Xianling. His success rate of the basic soul-gathering talisman has been close to [-]% recently, so this is the time to start practicing drawing the middle-level soul-gathering talisman.

The ghost wolf pen was stained with the golden ink of the sky, and gently moved slowly on the talisman paper.

The beginning was very good, but when it reached the third or fourth turning points, the writing stagnated and quietly made mistakes

Fang Xiaonan was not in a hurry, after throwing away the wrongly drawn Dao talisman in his hand, he continued to start the second one.

This time is still the same as the first time, but this time I drew a little more than one or two strokes.

After drawing four or five pictures in a row, Fang Xiaonan stopped writing after feeling dizzy, and threw the useless Dao talisman into the wastebasket; got up and walked towards the room; the matter of drawing talismans was not in a hurry , Haste makes waste!

A good night's sleep, but when I woke up in the morning, I looked at my lower abdomen, which was obviously firmer than before, and smiled wryly.

This is the side effect of the dosage. Once the vitality is too high, there will be such a disadvantage of excessive yang.

In this situation, it was not until he finished two hours of physical exercise and took another bath that he was slightly reduced by two points, which finally saved him from having to wear a long coat in such a warm June. went to school.

As his car drove out towards the outside of the community, an ordinary-looking young man quietly walked to the door of the villa, looked at a bag he had thrown into the trash can when he went out, and carefully picked it up.

He turned the inside several times and took out some discarded talisman papers. After looking at them carefully, his expression changed slightly. He reached out and put one of them into his pocket, and then left quickly.

Dianzhu Lin, who was thousands of miles away, looked at the photo of the discarded Taoist talisman on the screen, his expression changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "Middle-level soul-gathering talisman?"

"How is it possible? How old is he? He has already started to advance or is already an intermediate talisman master?"

As the master of the Imperial Guard Hall guarding the General Mansion, this Master Lin is at least at the psychic level, so he naturally knows what this middle-level soul-gathering talisman is.

A talismanist who actually started to learn how to draw mid-level Taoist talismans, and who is still such an unorthodox Taoist talisman, can at least be sure to be an official talismanist, and more than [-]% to [-]% may already be an intermediate-level or above talismanist.

As for high-level talisman masters, Master Lin has no way to believe it; although most of these mid-level soul-gathering talismans are side-door Taoist talismans that high-level talisman masters only go to learn in leisure, but at such an age, it is absolutely impossible to be a high-level talisman. order.

It could be a mid-level talisman master, but there is already a monstrous existence there.

"This kind of young talisman master must have a high-level talisman master behind him, so it's not surprising that the soul's injury healed in a day."

"It's just, how could this strength improve so much in one day?" Dianzhu Lin was still very puzzled. Li Shan was innate no matter what. Li Shan, it should at least be innately upper middle class.

Dianzhu Lin looked through Fang Xiaonan's files again in disbelief, and frowned slightly.

21-year-old innate mid-level?

Blood Raksha's son?
Could it be that someone from the Jiangsu and Zhejiang Lin family taught this kid behind his back?Can't be cultivated deliberately?
But it shouldn't be, the Lin family in Jiangsu and Zhejiang made a very decisive decision in this matter, and it was absolutely impossible for Lin Yuyin's son to embark on the path of cultivation.

Could it be that someone else deliberately opposed the Lin family?

Palace Master Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, muttered quietly, and read Fang Xiaonan's information twice over and over again.

"Strange, this matter is indeed weird!"

After lightly nodding and saying a few words, Dianzhu Lin picked up the phone and dialed out again, saying: "Continue to investigate the situation of Fang Xiaonan carefully, and be careful not to expose your identity! If you find anything, report back at any time!"

"Yes, Hall Master!"

The second day was Saturday, Fang Fang Xiaonan stood in front of the bus stop, looked at the bus No.

"The Second Hospital of Dongyuan City!" Looking at the name in a row of place names on the stop sign, Fang Xiaonan nodded, it seems that it should be here.

The Second Hospital of Dongyuan City is not a good hospital, and it is two grades worse than the First Affiliated Hospital of Dongyuan University.

But it was only natural, given Zhao Xiaoyu's current situation, it was naturally impossible for her mother to live in those expensive hospitals.

Getting into his own car, Fang Xiaonan headed towards the Second Hospital.

But after [-] to [-] minutes, Fang Xiaonan parked his car in the parking lot of Dongyuan No. Go to internal medicine.

Standing outside the ward, looking at the situation inside through a small glass window on the door, pretending that Xiao Nan was silent for a while, then walked towards the nurse's station.

"Sun Shuyi in bed 26 is the bed doctor of Dr. Zhang Ming. He should be in the office now!" The little nurse who was busy with her head obviously didn't recognize Fang Xiaonan wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses. After checking it, she said.

"OK, thanks!"

This Dr. Zhang Ming looks young, but in his thirties; Dongyuan Second Hospital is not a very good hospital, but it is not bad!

Most of the doctors in their thirties who can work here in the Department of Neurology have some background behind them; you can tell it by looking at the faint arrogance on the other's face.

"Are you a family member of bed 26?" The doctor Zhang Ming looked at the handsome young man in front of him, obviously a little disbelieving; after looking at the other person repeatedly, he always felt that the other person seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. who.

The 26 beds have lived here for a few months, and he is quite clear about the situation of the 26 beds. There seems to be no one in the family except for a beautiful little girl.

Except for a nanny in his fifties who is here to take care of him every day, he has basically not seen anyone else coming here in the past few months; a family member suddenly appeared, and he was a little bit unbelievable.

After frowning slightly, seeing that the other party's aura is quite extraordinary, and he is not a simple person after thinking about it; at the moment, he said perfunctorily: "This Sun Shuyi is mainly suffering from cerebral hemorrhage. The current condition is not very good. She is a critically ill patient. Watching at any time!"

Hearing this, Fang Xiaonan frowned, and said quietly: "How is the cerebral hemorrhage? Where is the bleeding? How is the blood volume? How is the absorption?"

Following Fang Xiaonan's series of questions, this doctor Zhang's face changed slightly, knowing that he might have run into a colleague; then he became a little more patient, and carefully explained the situation to Fang Xiaonan .

After listening to the situation, Fang Xiaonan carefully asked two key questions, and he had some confidence in his mind.

Judging from the current situation, Mother Zhao's condition is indeed not very good, but overall it is still stable; if it is to be cured, or Mother Zhao recovers and wakes up, it will take a lot of hands and feet.

But looking at Zhao Xiaoyu's appearance, I'm afraid he would not rashly agree to accept his help; after Fang Xiaonan thought about it, he didn't stay too long. For the time being, his condition should not have changed much.

Look at the situation first, if there are other opportunities, at least let Zhao Xiaoyu let him help, so that he can intervene.

Not long after Fang Xiaonan left, Zhao Xiaoyu also walked into the doctor's office.

"Oh, Xiaoyu is here!" Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu, this Doctor Zhang Ming became more enthusiastic.

"Hello, Doctor Zhang, is there any change in my mother's condition recently?" Zhao Xiaoyu said with a smile.

"The situation is stable for the time being, but you also know that the more this situation drags on, the more troublesome it will become. If possible, we should find a way to use some better medicine as soon as possible!"

Doctor Zhang said slowly: "Otherwise, if this drags on for a long time, the hope of waking up will be even smaller!"

A faint worry flashed in Zhao Xiaoyu's eyes, she nodded and said, "I see, Doctor Zhang, I will try my best to find a solution!"

"Well, think of a way, alas." Looking at the pair of bright eyes full of worry on the beautiful face in front of him, Zhang Ming sighed inwardly, what a beautiful little girl; There is no money left, otherwise I really want to lend a hand.

It costs tens of thousands of dollars, some favors, maybe...

Zhang Ming pursed his lips helplessly, then suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, Xiaoyu... just now a man came over to ask about the situation, he said he was a member of your family, why haven't you seen him before?"

"A man?" Zhao Xiaoyu was taken aback for a moment, then hesitantly asked, "Doctor Zhang, what kind of man is he?"

"Oh...you don't look very young, in your twenties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, you seem to be quite handsome;" Zhang Ming looked at Zhao Xiaoyu carefully, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyu, it can't be you boyfriend!"

"Ah? No, of course not..." Zhao Xiaoyu shook his head with a helpless smile, but a handsome face appeared in his mind, and he smiled immediately: "I don't know who it is, it may be from my family. Relatives from afar come over and have a look!"

"Oh..." Zhang Ming nodded in doubt, and was about to continue speaking when Zhao Xiaoyu said, "Doctor Zhang, then I will continue to trouble you. I'll go back to school first. Please call me anytime if you need anything!"

"Just leave?" Zhang Ming hesitated for a moment, then smiled slowly: "Okay, don't worry... Your mother is here under my care, there will be no problem!"

"Thank you very much!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaoyu walk out of the office, a female doctor in her forties sitting across from her looked at Zhang Ming with a smile, and said, "Zhang Ming, oh...it's rare that you are so enthusiastic about patients. It seems that we I'm afraid Dean Zhang has to write you a big red list and publicize it!"

"Hey, Sister Yu, isn't it what we should do to be enthusiastic about patients? See what you said!" Looking at the strange smile on the other side's face, Zhang Ming blushed slightly and said with a dry smile.

"Haha...should, should...especially for such a beautiful little girl..." Sister Yu joked.

Zhang Ming's face showed embarrassment, so he had to bury his head and pretend to write medical records, not daring to talk about these things with middle-aged women; If anything goes out, the impact will be bad!
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(End of this chapter)