After a day of free medical treatment within the county magistrate's office, Rong Xian came to the nearest Bin County the next day.

Bin County does not seem to be very different from Li County. Everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. Occasionally, some playboys who bully others by relying on their power are not too much.

Rong Xian looked at this peaceful and prosperous era with curved eyebrows and eyes, and finally understood his Majesty Rong's stubborn protection of Rong Chao.

No wonder Emperor Rong’s swordsmanship are based on humanity. Humanity is immortal and swordsmanship will last forever.

It is not wrong for Your Majesty to say that he is a sword cultivator, because everyone in Rongguo is willing to become the sword in His Majesty's hand, follow him to fight on the battlefield, sweep the world, follow him to kill the enemy, and step by step towards a peaceful and prosperous era.

But now, they can only watch His Majesty step by step and be powerless.

"Doctor Rong, I have a kind of reluctant request or not?" The old woman who felt comfortable all over her body just after the injection looked at the many elderly people behind her and said sincerely.

The old people also looked at Rong Xian with hope, as if Rong Xian was their life-saving straw.

Rong Xian's expression was filled with the doctor's unique compassion and tolerance, and said in a gentle voice: "Please say, if there is anything that can help you, I will make up my mind to do my best."

The old woman stood up excitedly and said, "Okay, OK, OK."

She knelt on the ground with a thud. Before Rong Xian could help her, she suppressed her grief and said, "We have seen all the free medical treatments this day. You are skilled in medicine and have a kind heart. Those of us who have half of our bodies buried in the loess will not ask you to waste time. We only hope that you can go to the imperial capital and save Your Majesty."

Rong Xian stretched out his hand to help her up and paused in the air, staring at the group of old men in front of her.

The old man with gray hair said sadly: "We ask the doctor to go to Beijing every year, and there is no good news every year. Our life span is not as long as His Majesty, but our ancestors have only one willing to do so, that is, to see Your Majesty recover in their lifetime, even if the territory of Rong Country will not expand, as long as Your Majesty is safe."

Behind him, the old man with a wrinkled face blushed with his eyes: "We all know that if His Majesty's injury cannot heal, one day he will..."

He choked up and said, "I don't want to see Your Majesty first, the old man, first..."

He couldn't continue, and the old woman who was the first to plead for mercy said mercifully: "Your Majesty protects Rong's country for thousands of years and allows us to be happy for generations. We don't know much, but we all know that Your Majesty is a good emperor. Doctor Rong, you have such good medical skills and you will definitely be able to save Your Majesty, right?"

Rong Xian was silent for a moment and asked, "Whenever you meet a doctor with good medical skills, will you ask them to go to Qianjing to see His Majesty?"

"Yes, we only hope that a miracle will appear before us and tell us that he is fine." The old woman said frankly.

Rong Yu, who was boiling medicine for the patient, slowed down his anger. He looked at these ordinary people blankly and felt admiration for Emperor Rong for the first time.

He didn't know how Emperor Rong did it, but he was so loved by the people.

But seeing that the only wish of these people was to let Emperor Rong survive safely, for some reason, I felt a little sad.

Because the far-fetched one before this wish is destiny.

He came to Rong Xian's side and asked in a dry voice: "Is this the same thing for people in other counties?"

The old man did not hide it: "Not all people in the county are like this, but if people in the county near us meet good doctors, they will recommend them to the county magistrate and ask the county magistrate to escort the doctor to Qianjing."

Rong Yu didn't say anything. He looked at the old men with pale hair and wrinkled faces, and then looked at the younger generation who seemed to be looking hopeless around him, and felt as uncomfortable as if he had something choked.

Rong Xian's face slightly faced them, her eyes were ethereal, as if she was looking at them, and as if she was falling towards the vast sky, her expression was peaceful and distant.

She was sitting in front of her eyes, but she felt so far away. It seemed as if she had merged into this world, and it seemed that she was tolerating this world, just like boundless water, which clearly reflected the world and everything, but it was deep and wide enough to swallow the world.

"I've seen it for His Majesty."

Rong Xian's voice was calm and without ups and downs, without the grief of these people, nor without the loss of those doctors who had seen the doctors, but it was so clear and faint, but it felt unspeakable.

Although the Wood Spirit Pearl has great vitality, there are not anything in this world that is comparable to the Wood Spirit Pearl.

With Emperor Rong's power and status, how can he not get it?

But he still declines day by day, and every day he lives, he loses one day.

At that time, Rong Xian knew that she could not save Emperor Rong.

Many people heard what she said, their faces were full of loss but did not blame Rong Xian.

They staggered and stood up, and walked towards the distance with a gloomy look on each other. They looked around with a blank look without focal length, as if they were looking for a new doctor.

In the land of North Zhao, Fu Yuhuang, who was walking slowly, held the wine gourd tightly. She raised her head and took a sip of wine, laughed and said, "Man is not a god, but under the destiny of heaven, human lives are all ants."

She took the wine gourd, turned over and stepped onto the flying sword, and quickly headed towards the Ziyun Dojo.

"Fu Yuhuang is here, I am willing to fight with Le Zhe, the 126th person on the list. Please accept the battle." Fu Yuhuang shouted.

In the Ziyun Dojo, a young man in purple-robed robe walked out slowly, and his momentum grew stronger with every step he took.

Le Zhe, the 126th person list, is in the Great Perfect Realm of Earth Immortals.

Fu Yuhuang looked up and drank a big sip of wine. The mellow wine washed away all the worries in her consciousness, but it had no effect on her.

The saint once said: "He is a human being, he forgets food when he is hard, and he is happy to forget his worries."

Her forgetfulness has never worked because she has no joy?

"Fight." Fu Yuhuang's eyebrows were full of fighting spirit.

With the sword energy everywhere, she tried her best, as if she had vented all the depression in her heart.

Bin County, Rong Yu watched these people leave, and his voice hoarsely said: "Teacher..." Can you save Emperor Rong?

Rong Xian lowered her eyes and said softly: "Go and boil the medicine, the patient is still waiting."

Rong Yu suddenly raised his voice and said, "Teacher!"

He knew that it was wrong for an outsider to yell at his master, but he couldn't control it at this moment.

He, the devil, began to feel unbearable to the Emperor Rong whom he had never met.

Because Rong Yu didn't understand, but he knew that he didn't want the amazing man to die.

Rong Xian did not blame him. She grinded and carefully modified the prescription step by step, without raising her head, "Go, the patients behind her are going to see the disease."
Chapter completed!