Take your son to get married

Chapter 51
But she didn't know that because of the Southern Song King's rebellion, the Emperor, Xuan Tianhao and others thought that the destruction of the medicine garden was the work of the Southern Song King, so she, the culprit, was really at ease.

"...I won't talk nonsense, I announce that the medical sage conference starts now." In the host's voice, three cannons rang out one after another, and the medical sage conference began.

"Please enter the first batch of 24 patients."

Amidst the high-pitched singing, hundreds of doctors standing in the center of the square dispersed, and the patients with intractable diseases carefully sought by the organizers were about to appear on the stage.

The rules of the Medical Sage Conference have been around for a long time. The organizers look for patients with difficult and miscellaneous diseases in the huge environment of the human race. In the first round, all the doctors who compete for the title of medical saints will be healed. The medical sages commented together, and those who were not skilled in medicine were singled out.

Then the remaining healers continue to the next round.

Repeat this until only the last one is left.

This is Mr. Christmas, a doctor in the new world.

Fairness and justice mean that those who are capable go up and those who are weak go down.

Mo Qianchen slowly dispersed along with the others, making way for the patients who were about to enter the venue.

The sun was shining, and golden light spots danced among the treetops and weeds, making it bright and elegant.

"Help...help..." Just as the crowd retreated and the patient was about to enter the arena, a hoarse cry for help suddenly came from the periphery of the conference.

"Who?" Xuan Tianhao on the high platform frowned slightly.

And at the moment when his brows were slightly frowned, a road was suddenly made out of the surrounding watertight square, and a group of people rushed in from the outside at high speed.

"Help me, please save my son's life..." A group of people rushed in like flying, and the leader was a middle-aged man in his 50s who was sweating profusely , looking almost collapsed, rushed in and shouted.

Behind him, four people carried a tightly closed sedan chair and followed closely.

"Who is Poison Venerable Doctor Doctor? Please save my son's life, save my son..." The visitor kept looking around anxiously, obviously he didn't know Mo Qianchen at all.

"Hey, isn't this Zhong Xia's good old man? What's going on?" There were people in the square who knew the middle-aged man who suddenly barged in.

"Hey, is it really him? Good old man, what happened to your son..."

"Good old man, don't worry, there are so many masters here today, take your time..."

"Yes, take your time..."

For a while, the doctors who knew the middle-aged man all spoke one after another.

"Where is Poison Venerable Medical Emperor? Please come out, please save my son..." The good old man ignored the cries of the other doctors, and almost broke down in a hurry and shouted.

Mo Qianchen, who had been standing on the edge, frowned when he saw this, stepped forward a few steps and said in a deep voice, "You look for me."

With a thin and faint sound, only three words overwhelmed the noise of the audience, and they were clearly heard by everyone in the audience.

The anxious and good old man rushed towards Mo Qianchen immediately, and without thinking about it, he knelt down towards Mo Qianchen with a bang.

Mo Qianchen's figure flickered, he didn't accept the old man's kneeling, he just stood beside him and said, "There are so many experts here, why do you want me to treat you?"

It's strange, she knows how famous her reputation as the Emperor of Medicine is, and she doesn't think that there are people who come here because of her name, so anxious to ask her for help.

(End of this chapter)