The Legend of Soul Fighter: The Genius Repeater

Liu Chen pretended to be distressed, and sighed: "I have invited famous doctors from all over the country, but they are all helpless. Royal sister, don't be too sad, human life and death, everything follows the laws of nature."

Han Yan sneered secretly in her heart, and said, "I want to go in and have a look at my father."

"This..." Liu Chen looked embarrassed, but he was embarrassed to refuse, so he nodded, winked at the middle-aged man behind him, and asked him to walk towards the apse with Han Yan and Mu Bai.

In the resplendently decorated king's bedroom, there is a large gold-encrusted bed in the center. A thin white silk curtain is propped up on the bed, and the shadow of the king can be vaguely seen.On the side, there were four beautiful maids standing quietly, and one old and one young were busy arranging the medicine box, preparing to see a doctor for the king.

"Brother Muyi?" Tang Yu suddenly raised his head to see Hanyan and Mubai approaching, his face was startled, and then he showed a look of surprise.

Tang Sheng knocked Tang Yu's head hard, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Do your thing obediently, don't forget about it, or you will lose your head."

"Oh." Tang Yu rubbed the part that was beaten, feeling a little angry in his heart, but he didn't dare to disobey Tang Sheng's words, and continued to lower his head to sort out the various medicinal materials in the medicine box.

"She seems to know you, why did she call you Mu Yi?" Han Yan asked Mu Bai suspiciously.

Mu Bai smiled helplessly and said, "I'll tell you about this later, let's go and see how your father is doing first."

The two walked slowly to the hospital bed, opened the curtain and looked inside, only to see Liu Shisan with a sallow complexion, lying there with his eyes closed, his body covered with a layer of soft gauze, his bloated figure , was actually so skinny that only skin and bones remained, and his breath was like a gossamer, the situation was very dangerous.

"Father." Han Yan choked up and called out softly, seeing his father sick like this at the moment, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

Mu Bai patted Han Yan's fragrant shoulder lightly, and said, "Don't be too sad, there will be a solution."

As he spoke, he walked up to Tang Sheng and asked, "How is your preparation, senior?"

Tang Sheng glanced at Mu Bai with a little surprise, feeling that this kid is a bit mysterious, and he doesn't know what his identity is in the palace.

Hearing Mu Bai's words at this time, he nodded slightly, took out a roll of gold thread from the medicine box under him, handed it to Tang Yu beside him and said, "Yu'er, go and help Grandpa tie this gold thread to His Majesty the King!" on his left wrist."