Kind of Immortals

Chapter 151
The morning sun gradually cleared away the heavy fog, the sky was as blue as washing, the grass was growing and warblers were flying, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant.

The blue mountains are covered with white clouds; the turquoise water is full of fish and fish; the lively town is full of people.

Ren Xiaoyao, without a trace, likes wandering in the world. He is honored as a genius doctor, but he likes to cure difficult and miscellaneous diseases that no one can cure.

The young master of the Shengxu Gate in Yuming Town recently had a son, and he should have been overjoyed, but who knows that since the day the child was born, he never cried or laughed, he ate when he was fed, and drank when he was offered, and when he slept, he kept his mouth closed and his eyes closed. close.So they put up notices everywhere, willing to use the holy medicine black dragon beard as a reward, please Ren Xiaoyao to come here.

"Do you think Ren Xiaoyao will really appear?" You Ruo asked worriedly.

"I don't know." Qinglin shook his head and said, "Even if he doesn't come, I can make him appear."

One or two days passed, and I heard that the child started to vomit, but Ren Xiaoyao never appeared.

Qiu Yihong, the young master of Shengxu Sect, was in a state of anxiety and didn't know what to do, but the housekeeper hurriedly reported that there was an old man outside the door bringing a young man to visit him.

"Go and invite." Qiu Yihong was very excited, and went to greet him.

The old man is five or sixty years old, with black hair, thick inverted eyebrows, and a short beard at the corner of his mouth. He walks like flying.The boy was about twenty years old, with thin eyebrows and big eyes, a raised nose and thin lips, and a fair face that looked very handsome.

"Are you really a miracle doctor?" Qiu Yihong asked several times in a row, not sure if he was too excited or worried that someone would cheat him.

"If you don't believe me, please ask Young Master Qiu to find someone else." The old man flicked his sleeves and was about to leave.

"Don't be angry, the genius doctor. The child's life is at stake. I'm also worried that the treatment will be delayed, so I will be extremely careful." Qiu Yihong stopped the old man, and then looked at the young man curiously: "This is..."

The old man glanced at the young man, and said in a cold tone: "I have no children, but my medical skills cannot be cut off, so I took in a disciple."

"The two genius doctors have a cup of tea first, and I'll let someone carry the baby out." Qiu Yihong signaled his servants to pass the tea into the hands of the two, and watched them drink it.

The old man lowered his head, and stopped when his mouth touched the teacup. A gloomy look flashed in his eyes: "This tea is too strong. I always like to drink weak tea."

Seeing that the old man put the cup back, the young man naturally did not dare to drink the tea in the cup.

"Don't be offended by the genius doctor. I have offended Yihong so much. I will take you to see the child right away." Seeing the old man's angry face, Qiu Yihong became more respectful, and his long-standing doubts finally dissipated.

Seeing Qiu Yihong's sincerity, the old man followed, but his expression was still displeased.

In a lukewarm room, two servant girls are guarding the bed, and a fat doll is lying on the bed, looking very cute.

Seeing the child's face turn blue, the old man twitched intermittently, his heart skipped a beat, and he reached out to feel for the child's pulse.

"Why does this child have backflow of energy and blood?" The old man was a little surprised, and his serious face became ugly.

"The qi and blood are flowing backwards, how can you live?" the young man couldn't help but shouted.

Backflow of qi and blood is a common occurrence for practitioners, but it is a deadly joke for newborn children.

"Genius doctor, please save the child. The child's pulse is weak and the blood flow is slow. We don't know where to start." Qiu Yihong was afraid that the old man would not save him, so he hurriedly asked for the holy medicine, the Black Dragon Beard.

It seems that Qiu Yihong already understood the child's situation clearly, pondered over and over again, and was not sure, so he invited Ren Xiaoyao to come.

The old man stood up and paced back and forth in the room.

Seeing that the old man was silent, Qiu Yihong's anxious heart became even more uneasy.

1 minute, 2 minutes, minute by minute, Qiu Yihong watched the child struggling in pain, his eyes and cheeks were already dripping with sweat.

At this moment, the butler hurried over.

"What's the matter? You must come to disturb me at this time." Qiu Yihong shouted angrily.

The old housekeeper lowered his head nervously: "Young master, calm down, a fortune teller insisted on coming in, saying that if he came, the child would be safe."

"The child is dying, what use is he as a fortune teller?" Qiu Yihong stared at the butler, his eyes were red, wishing to step forward and beat him up.

"Yes, I'll ask him to leave now, no, let him get out." The old man was quite frightened, and walked out of the room trembling.

"Wait a minute." The old man said suddenly, unhurriedly, "Let him in."

Qiu Yihong was excited for a while, but sank again in an instant. He finally waited for the miracle doctor to speak, but it had nothing to do with saving the child, but he still invited the fortune teller in according to the old man's wishes.

The appearance of the fortune teller was somewhat similar to that of the old man who claimed to be a genius doctor in front of him, but he looked much younger than the old man.He came uninvited, and then sat down on the chair unceremoniously, with a leisurely look on the sidelines.

"This..." Qiu Yihong was anxious at first, but when he saw an idler sitting here, his heart suddenly became angry: "If something happens to the child, don't want your life."

The fortune teller took a sip of tea by himself, and then said with a faint smile: "He is the one who will treat the person. If the child can't save his life, what does it have to do with me?"

"Didn't you say you can keep the child safe?" Qiu Yihong retorted unceremoniously.

"I mean, if I treat it, the child will be safe, but now you want him to treat it, so what does that have to do with me?" The fortune-teller shook his head, sighed bitterly, and said, "This tea is indeed too strong. But I like to drink."

The old man's eyes moved, and the tea that the fortune teller drank was exactly the tea that was brought to him by the servant before, but this tea was taken away before, and somehow it came back again, and it was in the hands of the fortune teller?

Could it be that Qiu Yihong didn't notice something was wrong, but he was a little confused. One was that he didn't drink the tea when he saw it was poisonous, and the other was that he knew the tea was poisonous but drank it anyway.

"May I ask you two, who is the real miracle doctor?" Qiu Yihong glanced at the two of them respectively. Although his tone was polite, he became more anxious and even a little impatient. The child opened his mouth and began to gasp, like He looked like he was about to die.

"No matter who is the real miracle doctor, whoever comes first should be the one who saves first." The fortune teller glanced at the old man, seeming to shirk, but there was an unnoticed strangeness flashing deep in his eyes.

The old man pursed his lips and smiled, bowed slightly to the fortune teller and said, "Then just sit on the sidelines, sir. If there is anything wrong, please point me out."

The old man walked to the side of the bed, stretched out his hand, and a trace of warm breath poured into the child's celestial cap along his palm, gradually enveloping his whole body, the child's drooping eyelids slowly closed, and finally his mouth was closed, and he Lying there motionless, his face was pale, as if he had lost his breath.

"My child... you killed him." Qiu Yihong's face changed suddenly, and he instantly felt murderous towards the old man.

"Hehe..." The fortune teller smiled faintly: "There is no sin for a doctor, it is medical ethics to be willing to save, but it is God's will to save life."

"But he intentionally injected the true energy into the child's body. How can such a young child bear it? This is no medical ethics, it is obviously murder." Qiu Yihong seemed to have completely lost his mind, and he also became hostile to the fortune teller.

The fortune teller shook his head and got up to leave.

"The child couldn't be saved, neither of you two fake genius doctors can get out alive." Qiu Yihong's voice became cold, and a group of people poured in from outside the door, surrounding the three of them.

"stop."

A majestic and powerful voice came from outside the door, and Qiu Yihong and his disciples lowered their heads slightly, as if they were welcoming the people outside the door.

(End of this chapter)