Juvenile Medical God

"Hey... this time you won't be a woman's benevolence?" The old poison smirked. "That's good, it's rushing to you. I'll let Frost's gimmick bring you some garbage, come and pick up the leaves." People at home don’t need to take too good things."

"Sister Shi returned to the poison sect?" Qin Lang asked.

The old poison wrinkled and snorted: "It’s just a gimmick, what is the sister, she is not my apprentice! You are the true disciple of the poison sect, the identity is there, she is just a girl, at best it is yours. Hey, what do you call her sister!~"

"Old poison, why are you so dead!" Qin Lang said in a serious way, "If the frost sister is not your apprentice, but it is also a poisonous person, and the entry is earlier than me, then I should call her sister. Not to mention, You can't wait for you with your sister, and you can't be better with your sister."

"I will act with your boy to give pointers!" said the old poison, "In short, in front of me, you must know how to be humble. You are my true disciple, the future of the poisonous lord, of course, there must be a little The leader of the lord, the scorpion is a scorpion, the poison slave is a poison slave, not big or small, respectful and indifferent, how can you revitalize the poison in the future..."

"Okay, I am pleased that your old man should not open your mouth to revitalize the poisonous sect. In short, I am not in front of you, I would like to call the sorcerer and sister-in-law for the sister-in-law." Closer to home, are you going to let Frost bring me something good?" Can't help but ask.

"There are many things on our five poisonous hills. Although these years have not been taken care of by themselves, there are frosts that look like this, and there should always be something powerful on the top of the five poisonous mountains. Although they can't enter the eyes of Laozi. But it should be enough to deal with the goods of Ye Family." The old poison said, and then blew a sharp whistle outside.

A moment later, a black bird rushed into the house and landed in the palm of the old poison. This black bird is only slightly larger than the sparrow, and it is dark and inky. The bird's beak is unusually sharp. Just like the eagle's cockroach, it feels that this little bird is not vegetarian, but the raptor in the sky. class. Qin Lang naturally recognizes this bird. This kind of bird is called "black cloud 鹫". Like the "blood crow", it is a raptor. Only the poisonous genus has declined, and the number of black clouds has also dropped sharply. Today, only a few pairs of black clouds exist in the mountain gates of the poisonous sect. Although the black cloud is small, it is as powerful as any kind of carving and scorpion. However, when they are hunting, they are not a single action, but a group, but because of the large number, the speed, and the claws. The hustle and bustle is very sharp. It is like a dark cloud when flying. It is like a black cloud and it is very fierce.

Nowadays, this black cloud can only become a tool for the transmission of old poisons. Because the place where the poison Zongshan Gate is located cannot be contacted by mobile phone or telephone, the black cloud is the best and fastest way. In addition, compared to mobile phones, in the view of old poisons, it is obviously safer and more reliable to transmit information using the original things of Black Cloud.

Qin Lang did not know that the old poison would let the frost world bring him "good things", but since the old poisons can solve the problem, then Qin Lang is not so worried.

Everything is ready, just waiting for Qin Lang to get the "weapons" that old poisons give him, then everything will be solved.

Although the old poison promised to help, but Qin Lang did not enjoy the success, he is still carefully prepared for tomorrow's "transaction", began to count all kinds of poisons, healing drugs, hidden weapons, etc., it is still necessary to face the guns. .

I don't know when the old poison has left.

Qin Lang knows that the old poison said that it will not be shot, that is, it will not be shot, and the old poison will take out some things for Qin Lang to use, it is already very good.

Qin Lang is well prepared in an orderly manner, just like a soldier on the battlefield, cleaning up his guns and ammunition. For Qin Lang, there should be a hard battle tomorrow. It was completely different from the last time in Qingyun Mountain. This time, Ye Jia’s people must be completely prepared, and even some tyrannical masters will be dispatched. Qin Lang wants to save Ma Zhenyong. Come out, it is really difficult to go to heaven!

Around 7 o'clock in the evening, Qin Lang's cell phone rang.

This is a strange phone, Qin Lang is a little vigilant, hesitated after a moment, still pressed the answer button, but Qin Lang did not take the initiative to speak, waiting for the other party's voice to sound.

"Mr. Qin?" A voice sounded, some familiar.

"you are?"

"Hey, I am Tang Zhenggang." In the phone, Tang Zhenggang's tone is very modest. Yes, it is humility, it seems that Tang Zhenggang is very cautious in talking to Qin Lang.

In the impression of Qin Lang, Tang Zhenggang is an old man who is very arrogant, but since the last detoxification of Tang Qianyuan, this old guy seems to be turning in front of him, which makes Qin Lang feel a little confused.

"Mr. Tang, what are you doing?" Qin Lang is constantly changing.

"Mr. Qin, this is the case. My uncle was seriously injured and the injury was serious -"

"Is it going to die?" Qin Lang directly interrupted Tang Zhenggang's words, which seemed to be impatient, because Qin Lang is now considering how to rescue Ma Zhenyong. As for Tang Zhenggang's uncle's life and death, Qin Lang simply does not want to care. Don't say that Uncle Tang Zhenggang was injured, even if his father is injured and is going to die, what is the relationship with Qin Lang?

"This--" Tang Zhenggang suddenly spoke for the words, and the heart of the fire rushed out, but soon Tang Zhenggang resisted the anger and suppressed this anger, because Tang Zhenggang suddenly thought, this "Qin "Mr." may be the descendant of the medicinal ancestor, the ancestors of the ancestors, and it is a matter of course.

I am proud of things.

Talented, with background, naturally proud.

Thinking of the background of Qin Lang, Tang Zhenggang turned his anger into further humility, and said with a smile: "Mr. Qin, you are joking. Although my uncle is seriously injured, he still does not want to live."

Although Qin Lang is somewhat impatient, but thinking of Tang Zhenggang is also a shackle of Tangmen, and Tang Zhenggang’s current attitude is so humbly, and he does not smile at his face. Qin Lang is too embarrassed to be too much, so he said: “Since there is no life worry, you There are doctors in Tangmen. There should be a solution. It is impossible to send them to the hospital."

"Mr. Qin, you are laughing." Tang Zhenggang said with patience. "Uncle's injury can be healed, but the injury can't be cured. As a martial artist, he is likely to lose his whole body skills. Tang's Langzhong can be his. Life, but there is no way to keep his efforts, and even he may be disabled - Mr. Qin, your medical skills are extraordinary, the world is unparalleled, and only you have the means to keep him not disabled, and even keep his work."