In the room of an auxiliary building in Fangjia Manor, Fang Haoshen looked at him lying on the bed and was in a coma, his legs were softened into mud, his face turned ashen and his palms kept trembling.

Love the love of the child deeply.

Heartache is split.

"how so!"

"Who did this?"

"You dare to attack our family and seek death!"

"Poor Rong'er is only twenty-four years old, why is it so early? How come she is so miserable!"

“…!”

The rest of the Fang family who followed Fang Haoshen were all evaluating Fang Qingrong's injuries indignation.

"Enough!"

Fang Haoshen shouted loudly, interrupting everyone's noise:

"Don't disturb Rong'er's rest here, get out of here!"

When everyone saw that the family took the initiative to be angry, they looked at each other and left the room angrily. Only Fang Haoming was still standing there without moving, and turned around and asked a servant:

"Didn't it mean that the Medical Saint Chen Muzhi has been invited to come here? Why haven't you been there yet?"

"Return to the second master, the servant just came to report that the doctor Shen had arrived at the manor and was coming here at this moment!"

"Everyone is giving up! The Shen Yisheng has arrived!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from outside the door.

When Fang Haoming heard this, he quickly turned around and walked out of the room. No matter what, Fang Qingrong was accompanying his daughter to pick her up today.

Moreover, Fang Haoming has no son, so he likes Fang Qingrong very much, and he is even more anxious at this moment.

"Director Chen, you have finally arrived!"

Although Fang Haoming was anxious, he had no less etiquette. He walked up to him in a few steps and said in a compliment:

"You are the most skilled in the seven northern states today. With you here at this moment, my miserable nephew will be saved!"

"Mr. Fang Ershi is so serious. I just learned the art of "The Sage of Medicine". I dare not take it as the word "Sage of Medicine"!"

Chen Muzhi, who is over 70 years old and has a childish face, waves his hand slightly and responds politely. With his medical skills, he has long been used to these empty compliments.

Slowly.

Be calm and composed.

Even when facing the six families of Yunzhou, Chen Muzhi was still calm. After all, people would get sick. Even the nobles and royal relatives were inevitable. Over the years, Chen Muzhi had seen countless powerful people, so he continued:

"Second Master, it is said that the young master is in critical condition. Can I ask the old man to see the doctor first?"

"Okay! Please come here! The injuries my nephew suffered today are quite strange. I am afraid that ordinary doctors are helpless, so they have to ask you to take action."

Fang Haoming nodded repeatedly and let Chen Muzhi into the room, without any of the usual aura of guiding the country.

Chen Muzhi was known as the saint of medical science and naturally had a profound attainment in medical skills. Today, in order to invite him to come, the Fang family not only paid a sky-high medical fee, but also sent several rare treasures. However, what really touched Chen Muzhi was actually his curiosity.

The Fang family is the six ranks of Yunzhou, so the doctors in the mansion will naturally not be mediocre people. The disease that can make the Fang family's doctors helpless really aroused Chen Muzhi's curiosity.

After Chen Muzhi followed Fang Haoming into the door, he exchanged a few greetings with Fang Haoshen and walked straight to the hospital bed. At this moment, Fang Qingrong was lying on the hospital bed with a pale face, with various medical instruments connected to his body. Chen Muzhi fixed his eyes on Fang Qingrong's limp legs and frowned immediately.

What Fang Haoming said is not false.

This injury is absolutely unusual.

Fang Haoshen saw Chen Muzhi's solemn expression and immediately explained:

"Sage Chen, since Rong'er was injured, his legs became as weak as boneless. After seeing them, several doctors in the house said that they had never seen such a strange thing. I hope you can save my son from water and fire."

"Dare you ask the head of the Fang family, what is the young master injured?"

"Jingting!"

Fang Haoshen immediately turned his gaze to Jing Ting.

Jing Ting was already frightened at this moment. Seeing Fang Haoshen signaling, he immediately spoke:

"Return to Shen Yisheng, my young master was injured by a thief. When the thief took action, he had no weapons. He just slapped the young master twice!"

"Just two slaps?"

When Chen Muzhi heard this, he narrowed his eyes slightly:

"The head of the Fang family, I also ask everyone in this room to avoid it. I need to be clean."

"Quick! Everyone leaves the room!"

Fang Haoshen immediately dispersed everyone and even retreated.

In the corridor.

"Brother, this Chen Muzhi is known as the North Medical Saint. He is the most outstanding person in medical skills after Ji Zhennan. Don't worry, with him here today, Rong'er will definitely be fine!"

Fang Haoming looked at Fang Haoshen with a melancholy and worried look on his face and comforted her softly.

"I hope so."

Fang Haoshen's face was so gloomy that it could almost drip water:

"If my son makes a mistake today, I will erase all those related to this matter!"

When Jing Ting heard the conversation between the two, he remembered that he had not reported Fang Qingrong's situation because of concern before, and he quickly spoke:

"Master, the person who injured the young master today is Ji Zhennan's second son, Ji Haotian!"

"What?!"

Fang Haoshen suddenly turned around when he heard this:

"Our Fang family and the Ji family have never had any relationship. Why did this evil cause serious injury to my son?"

"That Ji Haotian, today is heading for the Xing family father and son. After he killed the Xing family father and son, the young master couldn't stand his Hu Zaofei, so he spoke for justice. Unexpectedly, he angered the fierce thief, so he was so talented..."

Jing Ting, in front of Fang Haoshen, naturally cannot say that Fang Qingrong was injured because of unreasonable provocation, immediately arranged a positive image.

"This Ji family's child is simply looking for death!"

Fang Haoshen heard this, his eyes almost burst into flames:

"I informed the most elite guards in the mansion to integrate and standby. After Chen Muzhi diagnosed the young master, I would personally take the life of this prince!"

"yes!"

Jing Ting was assigned to escape from Fang Haoshen as if he had been reissued.

In the ward, Chen Muzhi put his hand on Fang Qingrong's pulse, and his brows became more and more tight.

He has been in medicine for many years and claims that he has no difficult and complicated diseases to stump him, but Fang Qingrong's pulse is so strange that he is shocked.

His legs were completely destroyed and even his bones disappeared, but the pulse was as stable as before, as if he had taken action against the man, just to destroy Fang Qingrong's legs, but he did not want to hurt his life.

With just one palm, people's legs can turn into powder. Such terrifying power, is it...

Thinking of this, Chen Muzhi took out a silver needle from his portable medicine box and stabbed it straight into a big acupoint on Fang Qingrong's legs.

The technique is sharp.

The silver needle is like a ray of light.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound came out. Facing the soft skin, Chen Muzhi's silver needle could not penetrate it at all, and it broke.

...

For an entire hour, there was no movement in the ward.

Until Fang Haoshen's legs stood sore and swollen, the door of the ward was finally opened.

Chen Muzhi was calm and dissatisfied.

"My Sage Chen, can my son's injury be determined?"

Fang Haoshen asked in a hurry. At this moment, he had already put all his treasures on Chen Muzhi.

Chen Muzhi exhaled a breath of turbid air and spoke softly:

"The head of the Fang family, the noble son's life is not hindered, but these legs are probably not guaranteed."

"What?!"

Fang Haoshen was stunned at first, then quickly responded:

"Sage Chen, you know the financial resources of our family. As long as I can cure my son's legs, even if it costs tens of thousands of dollars, I will not hesitate. If there is a treatment method, please tell me bluntly that even if it is a rare spiritual medicine, I can still deliver it to you!"

"The head of the Fang family, the noble son's injury is not a matter of money."

Chen Muzhi shook his head slightly:

"The injuries he suffered today were unusual, because it was caused by an expert in internal skills! Not only did the noble son's legs and bones be cut off, but the meridians were also broken. It would be better if he didn't treat this disease. If he moved rashly, he might not be able to save his life!

I met the young master. The person he saw today was the most powerful master in the world. The young master's legs were destroyed because the other party did not want his life. But he probably wouldn't have the possibility of standing up again in the second half of his life!"

Fang Haoshen's eyes twitched: "There is no other way?"

Chen Muzhi's eyes drooped slightly:
Chapter completed!