Outside the ward, there was silence.

Lan Shenxian, Leng Bi, and more than a dozen doctors were waiting outside.

All the white cloths are ready.

The mourning is ready.

Just wait for Jing Wubian to die.

Of course, basically everyone is not sad, and they even want to laugh in their hearts.

Jing Wubian's disaster finally died, it's a pity.

It's really a sight to the heavens.

Suddenly, Lan Shenxian’s disciple said, “It’s almost time to kill that beggar, let him bury the Wubian Young Master.”

As soon as these words were said, everyone was slightly surprised and almost forgot the beggar who jumped into the clown.

What's the name? Yes, Yun Aotian.

Leng Bi walked straight towards the stinky courtyard of Yun Zhonghe without saying a word.

It has been two hours since Yun Zhonghe said.

However, at this moment, the crane of the clouds rushed towards him.

He held a box in both hands and said, "The immortal pill is here, my immortal pill is ready, I will save the young master Jing Wubian."

After hearing his words, Lan Shenxian and all the doctors were first shocked, and then laughed wildly in their hearts.

Madman, it's indeed a madman.

Everyone decided that Jing Wubian would die without a doubt, and the gods could not save them.

You, a beggar and lunatic, actually said you can save me?

Just relying on the elixir you made with rotten watermelons? It’s so ridiculous.

If you can save Young Master Jing Wubian, we will take your head off for you.

At this time, Lan Shenxian's disciple was about to go out again, but Lan Shenxian gave a wink. The city lord Jing Zhongyue was inside, don't act too frivolous, and then he looked at another doctor.

In the city lord's mansion, Lan Shenxian responded with all his responses, and I don't know how many people were his lackeys.

And his most loyal lackey was this doctor named Lu Zhanyuan.

Seeing the look of Lan Shenxian, the handsome middle-aged doctor Lu Zhanyuan came out and said in a cold voice: "What do you want to do?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Of course I am here to send elixirs to treat Young Master Jing Wubian."

Doctor Lu Zhanyuan said: "Can any cat or dog cure diseases now? Just the pill made from your rotten watermelon. Do you want to cure diseases or kill people?"

Then, he said: "Although Mr. Jing Wubian had symptoms before, it was not life-threatening. But since you came, his illness suddenly became serious and is now dying. This probably has nothing to do with you."

This Lan Shenxian’s first lackey is so poisonous. He actually said that Jing Wubian was killed by Yun Zhonghe.

At this time, a doctor next to him said, "Doctor Lu's words are not without reason. Young Master Jing Wubian was born rich and neat and noble. And this beggar was hanging out with him, and he didn't know how many dirty things were on him. He hanged with Jing Wubian's company every day and stained the unclean things on Young Master Jing Wubian, which made his illness worse. This is normal."

Doctor Lu Zhanyuan said: "Mr. Leng Bi, immediately arrest the beggar and kill him, and buried him with the son of Jing Wubian."

Leng Bi had no confidence in Yun Zhonghe, the madman, and she also felt that if Yun Zhonghe could save Jing Wubian, it would be unreasonable.

But Jing Wubian was about to die, and the real dead horse was treated as a living horse.

She was about to report to the Jing Zhongyue inside and explain the situation clearly.

"Come in!" Jing Zhongyue said.

This female city lord is decisive.

Leng Bi walked in with Yun Zhonghe.

After entering the ward, Yun Zhonghe was about to explain the situation, after all, his treatment method was quite special.

"Take it." Jing Zhongyuedao stopped Yun Zhonghe's explanation.

She didn't have any hope, but even if it turned out, it would be so bad that Jing Wubian saw that he was about to die.

This sound is so nice? It's like a broken jade, like a crack of ice, so wonderful.

Yun Zhonghe looked up and suddenly felt dizzy in front of him.

No, you need to be dizzy, you need to be dizzy!

This woman is so beautiful.

It's too beautiful, beyond imagination.

It's really fascinating and dizzy.

You can't be moved, you can't be moved.

No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is just a skinny face.

I fantasize about her squatting.

I fantasize about her picking teeth.

Fantasy of her nose-picking.

Yun Zhonghe, who has experienced many battles, knows that when a man and a woman fight, whoever is moved first will lose.

In order not to be moved, he would fantasize about the most unbearable appearance of this woman in his mind.

But what's so bad is that Yun Zhonghe fantasizes that she looks so beautiful when she squats in the pit.

With such a graceful figure, let alone squatting, even diapers are charming, right?

Such a beautiful woman will die.

Leng Bi was not surprised to see Yun Zhonghe in a daze.

"Do it! Whether it is a elixir or a poison, just do it. If you can't save it, you will be buried with Wubian. You will choose this path yourself."

Form is emptiness, form is emptiness.

The crane in the cloud calmed his heartbeat.

Inhale and deflate.

Inhale and deflate.

After calming down, Yun Zhonghe took out the newly refined penicillin, dissolved it in salt water, and put it into a bottle.

He was going to get a respirator for Jing Wubian because he had not done it oral penicillin, and the intestinal absorption was too slow, so it was directly injected into the blood vessels faster.

If there is no hose, use animal blood vessels, and if there is no pinhole, use a hollow thin rod to sharpen it, and then disinfect it over and over again.

"Mr. Leng Bi, you stab this sharpened thin pole into the blood vessels of Jing Wubian's arm, this blood vessel." Yun Zhonghe said.

Leng Bi picked it up and pierced the sharpened hollow thin rod into the boundless vein of the well without saying a word.

Yun Zhonghe loosened the animal's blood vessels, let the penicillin potion flow down, and slowly injected into the boundless tendons and veins of the well.

As for skin tests, it is too late. If Jing Wubian is allergic to penicillin, it will be that Yun Zhonghe's life is not good.

Leng Bidao: "What else needs to be done next?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Just wait until this bottle of potion is leaked."

Leng Bidao "In other words, what's wrong with you for the time being?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "No more."

Without saying a word, Leng Bi walked outside with Yun Zhonghe's collar and threw it to the ground.

Because his body was so smelly and looked dirty and messy, it was blasphemy to stay in the same room as Jing Nakatsuki.

"Wait outside!" Leng Bi said without threatening. Anyway, Jing Wubian died, he would immediately kill the beggar.

Yun Zhonghe sat outside on the ground, feeling a little tired, so he simply lay down.

After a while, he fell asleep directly.

He did everything he could do.

Next, whether Jing Wubian can be saved will be left to fate.

Seeing Yun Zhonghe lying on the ground like a beggar, more than a dozen doctors present covered their mouths, their eyes full of disgust and disgust.

The fairy Lan squinted her eyes and closed her eyes to rest.

Let's wait next.

Waiting for Jing Wubian inside to die, the drama of these days is over.

As for the beggar Yun Aotian on the ground, he was really a cockroach and a rat-like person. Now he was too lazy to kill him.

As for what he called the immortal pill treatment well, is it boundless?

That's a huge joke.

The city lord and Leng Bi are really ill and seek medical treatment. They ask such a lunatic beggar to rescue people. What is the difference between this and murder?
To be continued...