His words made everyone feel heavy. Looking at the aura of death that enveloped Director Lu, the atmosphere in the entire teaching became solemn. They were silent and did not speak, and they didn't know what to say.

Although Director Lu was not dead, he was not far from death. The aura of death appeared on his body could be seen by all the immortals present. The spiritual power of his body was gradually weakening, like a cluster of flames pouring in the rain, gradually becoming smaller...

There are many people who practice immortality in this world, so there are alchemists and pharmacists, but there are few doctors. Doctors have a far less status in the eyes of immortality cultivators, because most doctors can only cure mortals, and the body of immortals rarely has problems.

Because of this, even fewer doctors who can make a difference in medical skills can be trusted and respected by others. After all, true medical experts are extremely rare, at least it is impossible to appear in their sixth-level countries.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of the ghost doctor?"

A doctor suddenly said and looked at everyone: "If you can find the ghost doctor, I think Director Lu should be saved. However, the whereabouts of this ghost doctor are mysterious, and it is difficult to find him. In addition, there are only three hours, and it is too late to find it."

At the end of his speech, he sighed, shook his head and walked out. It was the same as if he hadn't said it. How could he do it if he wanted to find a ghost doctor to help him in three hours?

In his opinion, Director Lu may be helpless. If he is injured, for the immortal cultivators, there are some life-saving pills and medicines on their hands, but this disease... will really kill people.

"The name of ghost doctors is almost everyone knows about Qingteng, but few people have seen him, but he has a good relationship with people in the black market. He has appeared in Qingteng before. Perhaps, people in the black market will know where he is now." The president pondered and said to the vice-chairman: "Old Guan, go and take my warrant to ask the black market for help."

"Is this... OK? Even the black market forces have to give in to three points. I'm worried that they won't disclose even if they know."

"If you can, you have to go there or not, go there! The president of the Black Market has some friendship with me. If he knows the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, he should be able to help him." The dean gave a warrant and brushed his hand, signaling him to go quickly.

"Okay, I'll go there." Mr. Guan took the dean's identity token and rushed to the black market.

"Mo Chen, can there be a way to prolong his life? Even for a day or a few hours."

The dean looked at Director Lu lying on the bed and sighed, "I personally recruited this old Lu. The students in the Nebula teaching department have been teaching for more than ten years. They have always been a rigorous and serious tutor. I really don't want him to be like this..."

"I can use spiritual power to seal the vitality of his body, and all the blood and meridians in his body stopped running, causing him to fall into a state of false death, but it can only last for two hours. After two hours, he still has only three hours left." Mo Chen said indifferently, his eyes glanced at Director Lu on the bed. To him, he was just a stranger. If the dean had not requested it repeatedly, he would never have spoken.

"Two hours?" The dean was stunned for a moment and said without hesitation: "Two hours are also time, whether it is life or death, it depends on his luck."
Chapter completed!