Supreme Medicinal God

The general manager glanced at Ye Feng and Uncle Bao: "The little lord has been yelling for headaches recently. We have found many famous doctors, all of whom are the best doctors of our Mozu, but they do not know what sickness the little lord has. Are you sure? I’m not sure it’s too late to return now."

Ye Feng can hear the meaning of the general manager, that is to say, we doctors of the Mozu people can't be cured, you two human doctors can do it, if you are not sure, leave quickly, otherwise you can't cure it, I don't Will let you go.

The shame on Shan Bing's face was thicker, and there was a trace of sweat on his forehead.

Uncle Bao looked at the soldiers with strict eyes. The words of the Chief Executive clearly threatened him. He should be punished if he or she is ill. It is not what the soldiers just said.

Ye Feng gently pulled down the sleeve of Uncle Bao. In fact, in the food court, he saw that there was a problem with the single soldier's sentence. On the surface, he said lightly, but his eyes flinched, and he was obviously lying.

Ye Feng didn't care, but followed.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Chief executive, right, you can rest assured that if the cure is not good, we are willing to be punished."

The general manager looked at Ye Feng contemptuously and let go.

Ye Feng and Uncle Bao went to the bed and saw the little lord lying on the bed.

When he saw the child, Uncle Bao breathed a sigh of relief. Where this is a person is a skeleton.

The child was skinny, with a pair of big eyes open indifferently, looking like a thin yellow-faced human child, but with a pair of horns on his forehead.

Uncle Bao was a little embarrassed. He looked at Ye Feng: "This child must be wrong, but the blood of the Demon Race is completely different from that of humans. How can it be cured?"

Ye Feng smiled and said, "You will know after you learn the three realms of healing the gods, the heart and the mantra."

"The Three Realms of Medical God Heart Suffering?"

Uncle Bao's eyes were full of anticipation.

Ye Feng knew that God's eyes were swept away. The blood of the demon people is completely different from that of humans, and all the diseases are concentrated around the magic core.

Ye Feng's eyebrows frowned slightly.

Seeing Ye Feng frowning, Uncle Bao's expression was tense, is there any way for Ye Shenyi?

The general manager saw Ye Feng frown, his eyes are still contemptuous, the strongest doctors of the Demon Race are helpless, and the doctors who only treat humans actually want to cure the Devil Race people. Isn’t this a dog taking a lot of trouble?

He glanced at the individual soldier again.

The soldiers not only had sweat on their foreheads, but his clothes were almost soaked with cold sweat. He regretted that he had a lot of trouble, but recently the lord was not very satisfied with his food, and he was always bullied and deceived by the devil, such as the general manager. He wanted to hurry to turn over, to give the lord a better impression.

But such good things are not so easy.

He nodded head-to-head to the General Manager's pipeline: "General Manager, don't worry. We human doctors pay much attention and there are many ways. This morning, Uncle Bao cured the magic axe to help others. Human doctors can also see the Devil people for medical treatment. "

The general manager looked a little surprised at Uncle Bao and said: "Uncle Bao, is this Uncle Bao? I have also heard of your deeds."

Uncle Bao smiled bitterly: "Yes, the general manager is a little restless. Please be patient. This Ye Shen medical technique is much higher than mine. The little lord hopes to be cured."

A glint of Yinzhu flashed in the eyes of the Chief Executive: "I hope so, otherwise, you and this Ye Shen doctor hehe..."

The general manager's two sneers did not scare Uncle Bao, but instead scared the individual soldier's legs so that they almost fell.

Uncle Bao asked Ye Feng in a low voice: "What's wrong with this child? Can it be cured, can't it be cured? I will be punished with Ye Shenyi."

Ye Feng said lightly: "It can be cured, but it is not easy to cure."

Listening to Ye Feng's saying that it can be cured, Uncle Bao's heart was slightly wider, but Ye Feng said that it was difficult to cure, and his heart was corrected again.

Individual soldiers have the same mentality.

The general manager was puzzled, and then a look of anger appeared: "Can it be cured? Then you know what sickness the little lord has? You won't lie to me, don't just say you won't do it, if there is no improvement, I won't let it go your."

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door, and several Mozu people entered the side hall.

Walking at the forefront is wearing a golden sloping shoulder robe, the long face is decorated with gold silk and beautiful patterns, just like the slanting shoulder evening dress that Ye Feng just saw the Prince of Snow.

It seems that these demon nobles have the same hobbies, and they are similar in dress.

Ye Feng shook his head, showing a look of disdain.

Walking ahead is Jiang Zhong, the Lord of Mojiang City.

Jiang Zhong has a white long beard, his face is not angry and majestic, and the half of his chest muscles are as strong as a hill.

He looked at the soldier coldly, and the soldier quickly fell to his knees with a thunder: "See Lord Lord."

"These two mean human doctors who can see their sons?"

"Yes, Lord Lord, they are the best doctors of our race."

The general manager saw the lord coming, and bowed to the side.

"Lord Lord, I am seeing a doctor for the young man. I haven't seen any clues. Don't worry, the young man has been sick for half a year. Many famous doctors of this family are helpless. These two human doctors are only coming to try."

Chief executive means that you should not expect too much, lord.

The lord's eyes softened, and he looked at the little son in the hospital bed, his eyes full of pain and sadness.

Ye Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry too much, as long as you can let me heal the young son, he can't die."

The Lord Lord looked at Ye Feng, his eyes full of doubts, the Demon people had a strong sense of power, and could tell whether humans were lying, but he could not judge Ye Feng.

He had to say coldly: "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, I just want me to treat the youngest son, I have a request."

"What are your requirements?"

The general manager immediately sternly shouted: "Bold humans, you have not cured the little lord, you want to lighten the conditions. Humans are so treacherous, the big lord is careful."

A general in armor behind the lord also sneered: "Lords don't believe in humans too much. They always talk bluntly. The young man has been sick for more than six months. So many native doctors can't be cured. Can they be cured?"

When Uncle Bao saw Ye Feng's energy, he should be confident, and said coldly: "Everything is not over, let us treat the little lord, okay, okay, you will know at a glance."

Ye Feng rubbed it gently from the palm of his hand and took out a small green pill. The pill exuded a smell that was like the garbage that stinks for a few days in summer.

With the exception of Ye Feng, all Mozu people, including Uncle Bao, couldn't help but cover their noses. This pill is too stinky, and no one can bear such a smell.