The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 882 Making a Patient

If he treats Yu Chishu respectfully, doesn't it mean that he wants to stand against the genius doctor girl?

Only a fool would make such a choice!

"Old Patriarch Ming, she is your savior now. Therefore, your words cannot be trusted!" Yu Chishu gritted his teeth and said.

He didn't care how Feng Zhuo saved the person, he would put it on the pill.

Who told her to play tricks and not show them?
This is the price to be paid for mystification!
"I..." Old Patriarch Ming continued to say, but when he saw Feng Zhuo raised his hand, he immediately fell silent, and stayed aside obediently.

And Feng Zhuo looked at Yu Chishu, and said: "Since Mr. Yuchi can't accept the blow, then I will show you a chance to escape. Healing the old Patriarch Ming is not the content of our competition, let's change it."

Feng Zhuo ignored the discussions around him, and continued: "We treat the same patient, whoever can heal well, even if he wins, if both of them can heal well, whoever takes the shortest time wins, how?"

Yu Chishu just breathed a sigh of relief because of Feng Zhuo's first sentence, and then brought it up because of her last sentence.

"Mr. Yuchi, haven't you always ridiculed me for not knowing medical skills? Haven't you always been confident that no one in the room can compare with you in medical skills? Why? Now you don't even dare to accept the competition?" Feng Asked with a faint smile.

"If Mr. Yuchi does not dare to fight, then the matter of the old Patriarch Ming cannot be voided. Mr. Yuchi will start to treat the patients provided by our Nanxuan, and finally compare whose medical skills are better, how about it?" Feng Zhuo asked again.

Is this still worth comparing?

Where can Nanxuan Academy find a person who is more seriously injured than the old Patriarch Ming?
That was a patient who made the entire medical sect helpless.

"I promise!" Yu Chishu took a deep breath and said, "I promise to treat a patient with you. But according to the previous regulations, you can't use pills!"

"Okay!" Feng Zhuo replied.

There was a flash of joy in Yu Chishu's eyes.

This woman has been tricked!
He only said "You can't use the pill", but he didn't say that he can't use it either!

"Then ask the girl to bring out the patients from Nanxuan College!" Yu Chishu said.

Feng Zhuo curled his lips, "Our Nanxuan Academy really didn't prepare patients, now that Mr. Yuchi has requested so much, I'll just create a patient on the spot! Minglan!"

She yelled, and the people beside her immediately followed her voice transmission instructions, and rushed towards the direction of everyone in Beixuan Academy together with her.

What are they trying to do?
The people present were muttering in their hearts, but they soon had an answer.

"Ah! Let me go!" Lan Ruofeng's voice sounded, he desperately mobilized his spiritual power to resist, but the person who was holding him was Ming Lan, who was a full level higher than him.

He is not Feng Zhuo, and naturally he does not have the ability to challenge beyond the next level.

All the resistance was like sinking into the sea, unable to make any waves.

"Let go of you?" Feng Zhuo sneered coldly, grasped her right hand out of thin air, and a sharp dagger appeared in her hand.

She turned her wrist lightly, and two sharp rays of light landed on Lan Ruofeng's wrist, two streams of blood splashed out, and his wrist was directly severed.

"This is what you owe to classmate Zhan!"

Amidst Lan Ruofeng's screams, the dagger in her hand slashed towards his ankle without hesitation.

"This is what you owe classmate Qu!"

(End of this chapter)