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Zhao Wujiang closed his eyes slightly and carefully felt the pulse of the old man on the stretcher on the floor. There was a Long Yin guard beside him who was constantly instilling Qi into the old man's body.

Time ticked, and half a cup of tea had passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Wujiang frowned more and more. The old man's current condition was somewhat worse than he expected.

Sure enough, it is impossible to cure this person with ordinary medical skills... Long Yin's guards thought to themselves, and they all sighed silently, and they took Zhao Wujiang's look into their eyes.

"This person should have been attacked by strong men before. There were too many hidden injuries in his body. He has never recovered and the injuries have accumulated." Zhao Wujiang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flickering:

"Your Qi is also slowly eroding him. It's difficult to revive him."

Without the ability to treat him, have he already begun to shirk the blame and begin to punish him? The Longyin guards were displeased in their hearts. Zhao Wujiang repeatedly pointed out that their true energy would harm the old man, but Zhao Wujiang did not think about it.

If they hadn't been so angry, I'm afraid the old man would have died long ago.

"But I have to say that you have made many meritorious deeds, and your zhenqi is also protecting him, preventing his heart and other key parts from being further damaged." Zhao Wujiang's eyes gradually sharpened:

"It's difficult to treat him, but it's not impossible."

Hearing Zhao Wujiang's words, Long Yin's guards stiffened for a moment. Did Zhao Wujiang mean that they could be cured?

Their eyes under the masks stared at Zhao Wujiang, and they were shocked when they found that Zhao Wujiang's expression was serious and did not seem to be faking.

Zhao Wujiang will not lie to them about this matter, because if Zhao Wujiang is really unable to save the old man, he can completely shirk the matter. Once the old man dies, he will not be held responsible at all.

Now Zhao Wujiang actually expressed that he can be treated, which shows that Zhao Wujiang has some confidence in his heart.

When they thought of this, the shock in the hearts of the Long Yin Guards became more intense. Zhao Wujiang looked extremely young. He actually had such medical skills?

But soon, many Long Yinwei narrowed their eyes. They thought of another possibility, that is, Zhao Wujiang relied on the emperor's trust to forcefully treat the old man. Even if he failed, Zhao Wujiang could still say that he tried his best.

Then shirk responsibility.

After thinking about it, the murderous intent of two or three of the Long Yin Guards gradually emerged, but they found that they could not find a reason for Zhao Wujiang to pretend to be fat.

Zhao Wujiang's seven souls were fully activated, and all three souls were awakened. His perception was so keen that he could faintly feel the changes in the moods of the eight Long Yin guards around him.

He frowned and said in a deep voice:

"I don't care what you think, but now, there are only two situations.

One, I will treat him.

Second, you try to treat him, but I can tell you clearly that his condition is worse than everyone imagined. Unless the king of medicine or the miracle doctor is within a hundred miles of Kyoto, this person will not be able to save himself and will definitely die!

"

The Longyin guards made a slight noise and began to discuss.

The empress couldn't bear it anymore. Are these old-fashioned Long Yin Guards going to miss the opportunity for treatment?

"Let Zhao Wujiang heal you!" The empress' face was as majestic as the sea.

"Your Majesty!" The Long Yin Guards still didn't fully trust Zhao Wujiang's medical skills. They wanted the most appropriate solution:

"How about we ask the imperial doctors to take a look and then make a decision?"

The empress' face was as frosty as ice:

"I order Zhao Wujiang to treat him, this is an imperial decree!"

The Long Yin Guards were breathing heavily. The emperor used the imperial edict to force them, but they had nothing to do. Thinking that Zhao Wujiang didn't seem to be pretending to be serious, they removed the lock on Zhao Wujiang's aura.

"Master Zhao, please heal this man!"

"Don't take away your breath!" Zhao Wujiang's eyes were as sharp as a knife as he glanced at Long Yinwei:

"You pour your true energy into my body!"

The Long Yin guards didn't understand why, but soon, Jia Jiu took the lead in using his true energy and slapped Zhao Wujiang behind him.

"boom!"

A dull sound sounded, Zhao Wujiang exhaled heavily, and with a move of his left hand, four silver needles appeared and slowly floated in his palm:

"That's not enough. I want to seal dozens of his important acupuncture points at the same time. Come again!"

Jia Shiba's eyes flashed and he slapped Zhao Wujiang behind with his palm.

The silver needles in Zhao Wujiang's hand kept appearing, like a sharp sword suspended in his palm, and he shouted:

"Come again!"

"Master Zhao, you can't bear it!" Youlong Yinwei reminded them. In their opinion, Zhao Wujiang was just a weakling who had just entered martial arts. He simply couldn't bear the infusion of zhenqi from several of them at the same time.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes trembled, and he felt the heat in his body, like a volcano about to erupt, and he shouted angrily;

"I'll let you come again!"

"Bang!" Two more Long Yin guards stepped forward, placing their palms on the waist and abdomen behind Zhao Wujiang, instilling true energy.

Zhao Wujiang slowly let out a breath of scorching heat, spread his hands flat, and twenty or thirty silver needles appeared on both hands, floating in the air and trembling slightly, like a rain of swords ready to strike.

"咻咻咻..."
Chapter completed!