Be pitted from the emperor

Zhao Kuo agreed with this opinion with his hands and feet.

As for Pan Lie, he didn't want to talk to a self-righteous person.

He likes the kind of wise and brave men who seek truth from facts, down-to-earth, and have real talents...that's interesting.

In the face of ignoring, Pan Lie was unhappy in his heart, but what he could say, he could only shut his mouth obediently and let them make a decision.

Just do it, Chen Ping is quick to move, and when he resonates, he immediately goes to the palace to see if he can be summoned.

But... he came very unfortunately, and the emperor didn't have time to pay attention to him.

This is not an excuse, but there is really no time to take care of it.

Since the early morning, Luo Xiang went back to the Qianlin Temple and fell asleep. He tossed all night and was beaten by the fat. Although there was no obvious problem with his body, his spirit was at a loss.

But... after less than two or three hours of sleep, he woke up.

This awakening was not a spontaneous awakening, but was awakened by the incomparable pain.

His whole body is like thousands of insects biting, rising into high temperature and falling into cold winter.

Luo Xiang didn't have time to react to this inexplicable eruption, let alone think about it, only howl instinctively.

Such a big movement, the alarm was also very fast, and the hospital was too poor to come.

The black arrow team, who was left by Cao Zhengchun to guard the palace, blocked the Qianlin Temple to avoid the news from revealing and causing panic.

Luo Xiang's face turned red and white, and he was obviously in extreme pain.

On the side, several black arrow teams watched with trepidation, their faces were bruised and swollen, they were obviously beaten.

As for who made the attack, in this hall, it is clear without thinking.

By the dragon's bed, Huatong was serious about her pulse, looking at the bitter gourd face, there should be nothing wrong with it.

How could it be that the pulse is still different, the onset should be different?

Could it be... is this caused by other reasons?

What was the reason that made the emperor so painful that he could faint in a frenzy?

He touched his beard, thinking thoughtfully.

There is no symptom, and nothing can be seen in the pulse. There is only one way.

Standing up gently, he said: "Everyone, go out, the old man needs to use the ancestral method to diagnose and treat your majesty."

His eyes swept away the clutter in the hall, suggesting.

The emperor's health is more important than anything else. Don't say go out and wait, just let them crawl out and wait, and their eyebrows won't wrinkle.

They don't want to wait for Cao Zhengchun to come back and accept perverted punishment.

Leaving quickly, only the Huatong people were left in the house. He took out the silver needle from the needle box, squeezed his hands and thought for a long time, and finally got the needle.

Yuzhen, Tianzhu, Shentang, Soul Gate...

The silver needles were quickly inserted into each acupuncture point, and the sweat on Huatong's face became more and more obvious. Until the final needle, he couldn't help trembling slightly.

Looking at the emperor who had become a hedgehog on the bed, he touched his sweat and said softly: "Your Majesty, this is the way for the Hua family to come back to life and get rid of all diseases."

"If you can't wake up, the veteran is probably powerless. If you wake up, you can prescribe medicine or heal it."

Resignation, you can imagine how bad things are.

I don't know if it is the ancestral secret method, his sincerity played a role, or the emperor has the blessing of heaven.

At this moment, Luo Xiang finally opened his eyes slightly.

He weakly said: "What's wrong with me, I feel something in my body is about to burst out, and it seems like a blood vessel is about to burst..."

Looking at the emperor with bloodshot eyes, as an imperial physician, Hua Tong was really unhappy in his heart.

To be the first of a country's imperial physicians is to be the first in medical skills.

But now that the emperor is suffering like this, he has nothing to do.

Moreover, the pain, numbness, swelling and other symptoms in the emperor's mouth were even more difficult for him to deal with.

Because... there is no disease in the world that can gather so many symptoms.

In other words, he doesn't even know about it, let alone cure it.

He looked sad and ashamed, and said: "Your Majesty, Minister... Your Majesty must be safe."

Oh roar!

What this means, doesn't it mean that I have never seen your illness, so I can only try to protect you from death.

Luo Xiang's complexion became even more ugly, and the horses galloping around, but he couldn't utter a word.

The imperial doctor's order in front of him, how capable he was, from that bowl of soup, he had a clear heart.

"Well, since it can't be eradicated, can there be containment, or is it curable?"

With illusions, he asked without giving up, because of the pain, he really couldn't stand it.

If he came last time or twice without hope, he was really afraid that he would be short-sighted that time.

Hearing that, Huatong's face turned into pig liver color, and he couldn't hold a fart for a long time. The answer was obvious.

Luo Xiang looked in his eyes, it was all thoughts.

I do it, heaven and earth, what did Lao Tzu do? You want to fuck me like this?

If it is really a dead end, why give hope again, and torment again and again, is it so fun?

He is like a dwarf who was abandoned by a scumbag, and he kept venting injustice in his heart.

However, this Qianlin Temple is thicker than anything else, and it is impossible for God to hear it.

You complain, he complains, if God is all in charge, it would be exhausted.

Since God doesn't care, then only put hope back on people.

Seeing the emperor's disheartened and unlovable appearance, Huatong knew that it was the loss of hope and the hope of life.

Before he had time to think about it, he blurted out comforting: "Your Majesty, the Thirteen Needles of the Hua Family are handed down from the ancestors, and you will surely relieve your Majesty a lot of pain."

Ok?

In the darkness, Luo Xiang saw a glimmer of light, his eyes were full of vitality, and he asked seriously: "Hua Aiqing, are you lying to me?"

Lie, Huatong does not have the courage to commit this crime of deceiving the emperor.

But... he dared to hide a little bit or two.

Huajia Thirteen Needles: Eliminate all diseases, relieve pain, strengthen physique, self-cultivation and fitness, it can be described as omnipotent.

It's a pity that Huatong has lived to this age, but only a little bit of fur.

I'm afraid I will only have the next life to achieve this, but to relieve a bit of pain, I still need to spray water.

But... Although the thirteen stitches are cowhide, the side effects are also fierce.

Huatong is not refined, no wonder others, side effects are absolutely indispensable.

Thirteen stitches, hence the name Siyi, have only thirteen chances to place stitches.

After thirteen times, if it can't be cured, then this person will be abandoned, not far from death.

So... he had been mentally prepared for a long time, that is, he would only perform twelve times on the emperor. As for whether it can be good, it depends on God's will.

He replied: "My Majesty, the minister dare not deceive, but this stitch is too rigid. Each time it takes to perform, it will take longer and longer, otherwise it will be counterproductive."

Well, it was meant to relieve the pain, but Nima has to be used once, and after waiting for a long time, it doesn't make much difference whether there is any.

Happy in vain, Luo Xiang rolled his eyes and turned his head stubbornly with his remaining strength to express his dissatisfaction.