Take your son to get married

Chapter 59
The huge venue suddenly became noisy.

"Good old man, even if you beat him to death, you won't be able to save your son." Amidst the commotion, Mo Qianchen, who had been standing quietly like a standout among chickens, spoke slowly.

The voice was not loud, but the surrounding noise stopped immediately, and all the doctors wanted to hear what Mo Qianchen had to say.

"Medical Emperor, please save my son, he is still so young, he can't be disabled, Medical Emperor..." The good old man who was beating up the disciple of the poisoned person immediately reacted to Mo Qianchen's words, Almost crying bitterly, he shouted at Mo Qianchen.

Mo Qianchen looked at the young man who was limp and screaming on the ground, sighed and said slowly: "This happened because of me, maybe I will try my best to save him today."

This young man is just a medium used by others to provoke her, so it should not be discarded.

"Emperor Doctor, you..." The good old man was so excited that he was speechless for a moment. Can this Mo Qianchen really be saved?

Such a serious injury, who has been completely disabled, can be saved?
This time, not only the good old man, but also all the doctors around were shocked.

I haven't heard of it, such a person whose meridians are broken and the bones are completely broken can still be saved.

"Xuan Tianhao."

"Junior Sister." It was rare for Mo Qianchen to call him, and Xuan Tianhao responded immediately.

"No one is allowed within 50 meters around, and everyone is not allowed to make a sound." Mo Qianchen didn't want to talk to Xuan Tianhao at first, but under such circumstances, only Xuan Tianhao had the right to give such an order.

Xuan Tianhao nodded immediately when he heard the words, and quickly passed on the order.

In an instant, there was no one within 50 meters of Mo Qianchen and the young man. The surrounding doctors and onlookers were all warned not to speak, and those who violated the order were ordered to be beheaded.

All eyes were on Mo Qianchen in the field.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Qianchen walked up to the man and said in a deep voice, "Do you want to recover, or just be useless like this?"

Hearing the words, the man who had been screaming, immediately endured the pain and tremblingly replied: "Okay, it's good."

"Well, I will give you an injection, but the pain will be a hundred times more painful than you are now. If you can persist, I will save you once. If you can't persist, then I will not do white work." .”

At this moment, the young man was so distorted in pain that he couldn't tell what expression was on his face. Mo Qianchen couldn't see clearly. She only saw that the man bit his lip as soon as he finished speaking. Call.

This is, a silent gesture, I can persist.

Seeing this, Mo Qianchen nodded and said, "Okay, hold back."

As soon as the sound fell, Mo Qianchen first gave the young man an unknown pill to swallow, and then slowly pulled out a coil of thin green thread that looked like silk thread from his bosom.

"Sky Profound Grass, it's Profound Sky Grass." Trembling, the previous Medical Sage who recognized what it was couldn't help trembling.

Sky Profound Grass can suture any wounds, especially for meridian injuries.

But it takes 200 years to bloom, 200 years to bear fruit, and it takes 200 years to spit out the fruit of this thin and silky silk, 600 years, it is simply as hard to imagine.

"Shh." Someone immediately signaled.

Can't speak, can't divide Mo Qianchen's heart.

The breeze moved slightly, blowing Mo Qianchen's black hair, as ethereal as a moon goddess.

More than a dozen celestial grass threads floated in the air. Mo Qianchen put on a pair of white silk gloves with both hands, pinched a thread with two fingers, took a deep breath, and stabbed at the young man on the ground as fast as lightning.

(End of this chapter)