The patient's sudden roar made Pu Zixuan and Chen Shuqing, who were in a good mood, suddenly stunned.

If I were turned away at the door and didn't know what happened in the house, it would be fine, but this situation appeared in the house and the village chief was present. It was obvious that this family had a major event that affected the whole village today.

Moreover, Pu Zixuan quickly remembered that this person was not only one of the four people who lifted Shadali, but also took the lead in attacking him. He also pulled away his "Brother Fan" with one hand before leaving. Judging from the mental state and strength of this person during the day, he did not feel sick at all. Why did he become like this at night?

Pu Zixuan tried hard to overcome the depression in his heart and asked, "Why is this brother dissatisfied with me?"

The other party tried hard to sit up half of his body, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, looked at Pu Zixuan with his pale face, and shouted: "Pu Zixuan, who is that woman, and you, what is the origin of it? Why... Why did I become like this when I met you today..."

After saying that, the man could no longer hold the slanting position, so he coughed violently for a few times, and fell down again.

Under his leadership, the other villagers also looked at Pu Zixuan, with varying degrees of hostility in their eyes.

"Brother, you misunderstood. I am definitely not a disaster. I think you are just a casual cold. You will be cured in just a few days. Come on, let me take a look." Pu Zixuan said as he tried to squeeze through the crowd, trying to get closer to let the other party see more clearly.

Unexpectedly, the crowd did not allow him to pass, but instead protected the bed with his body.

Another man whispered to Pu Zixuan: "Okay, there's nothing you can do here, you can go back!"

Pu Zixuan snorted coldly: "If I go back here, wouldn't it mean that I feel guilty and confirm my name as a disaster star? This is my chance to justify myself. If you can trust me and give me an hour, I promise that I can restore his health."

When Pu Zixuan made such a statement, he naturally thought of Sun Xiaoshu.

Everyone was silent for a moment, but they didn't expect that the person who treated the patient stood up and sneered, "Haha, do you say he was occasionally exposed to wind and cold? Tell you, I have diagnosed his pulse, and the degree of disorder is far beyond imagination, and it is definitely not ordinary wind and cold. Moreover, I have never encountered such a situation in my more than ten years of medical treatment. You just take a look from a distance but dare to say that you can guarantee his health? I see, even Hua Tuo and Bian Que will not dare to be so crazy again, right?"

Pu Zixuan was about to say something, but Pu Pinglu calmed down with gestures: "Okay, okay, everyone calm down." Then, he pointed to the patient and said, "Zixuan, I'll introduce you first. You have seen the patient in the bed during the day. His name is Pu Yuefan. He is usually a good player to live, but in my impression, he has never become so sick." Then, he pointed to the village doctor and said, "And this is Pu Yongji, a village doctor in Pujiazhuang. Although he dare not say that he has a skill to rejuvenate his youth, he has practiced medicine in the village for many years. As long as it is not a terminal illness, eight out of ten diseases can be cured. Haha, since you said you can give Pu Yuefan a health within an hour, then I will give you a suggestion and ask everyone to give him a chance to try it. How about it?"

When the village chief spoke like this, the villagers stopped talking. The key to everything was whether Pu Yuefan himself agreed.

Unfortunately, Pu Yuefan didn't say a word at this time. When everyone looked at him again, they found that he had turned his face, his eyes turned pale, and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, as if he was unconscious.

"Yue Fan, Yue Fan!" Pu Yue Fan's wife squeezed into Pu Yue Fan's side and shook his body. She was sure that he could never wake up again. She immediately turned around, pulled Pu Zixuan's left arm, and asked with tears in her eyes, "Can you really cure his illness?"

Pu Zixuan said: "Yes, but I have to take him back to Liaozhai. You can't follow in and see how we treat it."

As soon as these words came out, Pu Yongji snorted coldly, "What, curing diseases and saving people is just the duty of a doctor. Is there anything shameful about it?"

Of course, Pu Zixuan could not let everyone see Sun Xiaoshu treat Pu Yuefan with strange vines, but he could not explain it clearly, so he said: "The secret recipe passed down by the ancestors cannot be leaked. I hope you understand."

Pu Yongji said aggressively: "Isn't the secret recipe passed down from ancestors of our Pu family also the secret recipe? Since you are descendants of Liu Quan's layman, you should not regard us as outsiders, right?"

Pu Zixuan was speechless and was still thinking about how to answer, Pu Yuefan's wife decided to take the initiative and said, "Okay, I agree. However, we are all relatives after all, so we are waiting outside the Stories from a Chinese Studio. Is that okay?"

As long as everyone was not allowed to see Sun Xiaoshu's treatment scene, there would be no big deal, so Pu Zixuan agreed.

More than an hour later, both inside and outside the Stories from home and abroad fell into varying degrees of anxiety.

In Pu Zixuan's dormitory, Sun Xiaoshu had used his vines to wrap around Pu Yuefan and treated him with all his heart and responsibilities for an hour. However, Pu Yuefan had not been able to wake up.

Outside the house, the number of people waiting increased from the first ten to more than twenty. They were already anxious in the cold night like ants on a hot pan. The voice of doubts changed from small to large, and just one fuse would explode.

Finally, someone shouted: "Hey, didn't they ask us to wait for an hour? The time has come, why is there no movement?"

These words were like thunder on the ground, and in an instant they completely aroused everyone's negative emotions to the extreme.

"Haha, I just said, it's a lie, and there are people who believe them!"

"That's right, can the seriously ill people be cured in one hour? Do you think they are gods?"

"I have long suspected that these people came to our Pujiazhuang under the banner of descendants of Mr. Liuquan. There must be some ulterior motives. Now, it is time to reveal their true faces!"

Under the constant noise, someone finally couldn't help but start to take pictures of the locked door of the Liaozhai School.

"Hey, guy inside, open the door, open it quickly!"

"If you don't open the door, don't blame us for being polite!"

"Yes, if we don't come out, we'll set fire to the house!"

Set fire to the house...

Burn the house...

Chen Shuqing in the house heard this clearly, and suddenly, it seemed that she had returned to the night 150 years ago. Her beloved Wang Hongqing actually brought a large number of villagers to burn their house!

Why did this scene happen again? God, why did you treat me so cruelly?

For a moment, all kinds of tastes surged into Chen Shuqing's heart. She couldn't wait to ask Sun Xiaoshu: "Xiaoshu, have you not cured him yet?"

Sun Xiaoshu stopped doing things and responded to everyone with a helpless look on his face: "Brothers and sisters, I have really tried my best. According to my current demonic power, an hour should be more than enough, but for some reason, it has no effect on him at all!"

"Oh!" Chen Shuqing sighed, rushed to the bed, and looked at Pu Yuefan. He saw that his face was still pale at this time. Not only did he not improve at all, but his breathing became weaker and weaker, as if life and death were only between the front lines.

Pu Zixuan tightened his heart and asked in confusion: "What's going on?"

Chen Shuqing thought for a while and said, "Do you still remember the story told by Taoist Li of Zhongyue Temple? Back then, Jin Wuyu caught a parasitic monster from the body of a man who was in Jinan, and the man's illness was cured immediately. I think the reason why Xiaoshu's treatment technique was ineffective at this time was probably because there was a monster in his body. As long as we catch it, we can save his life."

Pu Zixuan asked again: "Are you sure this is the case?"

"I'm not sure!" Chen Shuqing frowned and said, "But, what else can we do now besides treating dead horses as living horses?"

Outside the door, the villagers' slap the door and shouting became louder and louder. Pu Zixuan understood that things were urgent and asked, "But how do we catch that monster?"

Chen Shuqing opened Pu Yuefan's mouth and shouted at Sun Xiaoshu: "You try to use your vine to penetrate into its body!"

Sun Xiaoshu said in panic: "But there are thorns on my vines, and his body can't stand this tossing... Sister Shuqing, it's better for you to change a trick and extend your fingers into his body."

Chen Shuqing said: "If it simply grows longer, you might be able to try it, but once your fingers reach his body, they will move flexibly along his organs. It must be extremely soft. I am not sure about this..."

The conversation between the three people was in a deadlock in an instant and there was no way to deal with it.

Just when he was at a loss, suddenly, a slender object stretched over and directly inserted it into Pu Yuefan's mouth.

The slender thing was just Guru's fingers extending. He stood quietly aside and only talked: "I should be able to do this kind of thing..."
Chapter completed!