"You...!" The middle-aged man frowned and immediately scolded him.

"Please stop!" A young man dressed in white and loyal, walked over helplessly and looked at the middle-aged man and the young man. "This is the residence of the medical saint. The medical saint treats diseases. It requires a quiet environment. If you have any grudges, please go to another place to settle it. This place cannot withstand everyone's tossing."

This made sense, and the middle-aged man nodded slightly, and stopped quarreling with the previous young man, saying, "I haven't asked for advice yet."

The young man in white clothes smiled and said, "Du Ziteng, just call me Xiao Du."

"Belly... Master Du." The middle-aged man looked calm and said softly: "My nephew has a strange disease and rushed from thousands of miles away. He didn't know where the Medical Saint is now living. I hope he can save my nephew. As long as my nephew can recover, I am willing to pay any reward!"

This sounds a bit arrogant, and it is naturally impossible to pay any reward, but this is just a statement and a determination to express his determination.

"This, sir, should be a person with a title?" Du Ziteng said slowly: "I'm wearing a blue dress and rolling in the sky. My brother stands at the right moment and stands firm. I guess this sir is the famous Nord Qingyi, the marquis of Qingyi, right?"

The Qingyi Hou opened her eyes wide, full of shock, and asked back: "How did you know my identity?"

Du Ziteng smiled, turned around and walked towards the inner room, leaving a light voice: "You should know my grandfather's rules. If you are not surprised, you will be in vain." As for the Qingyi Hou's question, he did not answer from beginning to end, as if he had not heard it.

"Are you... the grandson of the Medical Saint?" Qingyi Hou realized that the person who spoke to him was the famous grandson of the Medical Saint. No wonder he was still so calm after guessing his identity, without any change in his expression.

However, since Du Ziteng is the grandson of the Medical Saint, his words, in some ways, represent the attitude of the Medical Saint.

Nord Qibei's face suddenly pale next to the Qingyi Hou, but he still smiled and said, "Uncle Second, the doctor's saint may not have a solution for my illness. Since the doctor's saint does not agree to the treatment, let's leave. Maybe Mr. Yi can have a solution."

While he was speaking, he did not see an old man walking slowly from the side courtyard, carrying a shabby back in his hand.

"If I cannot treat it, then there will be no one in the world to be able to treat it." The old man passed by Nord Qibei and suddenly said inexplicably, "Although I dare not say that medical skills are the best in the world, in this world, there are only a few who can surpass me. They may not be able to cure diseases that I cannot cure!"

This is a kind of self-pride. Just like the peerless strong, they all have their own arrogance and the arrogance of the strong. The medical saint has reached the pinnacle of medical skills, so they naturally have such arrogance.

The Medical Saint is usually very calm, but this Nord Qibei is also a promising young man with good character and excellent temperament, which attracted the attention of the Medical Saint. However, he said this sentence again, which made the Medical Saint slightly angry. But after saying that sentence, he smiled silently, and blamed himself for being so old, and he was still as fierce as a young man, fighting fiercely, and said in his heart: "Sincereness..."

No one could have guessed that this person was the master. He did not deliberately flatter him, but just held a gentle ritual and talked: "Senior Medical Saint, I don't know how Master Yi's medical skills are. But in the northern Sichuan Provincial Government, no doctor or pharmacist can tell any of my illness. However, Master Yi explained it a little. Although he didn't know whether it was right or wrong, looking at his confident expression, even if it was wrong, it would definitely not be too far away."

"Oh?" The Medical Saint was surprised and inexplicably.

He looked at the Qingyi Marquis next to him, and when he saw that the Qingyi Marquis nodded honestly and said, "My nephew has not lie. This marquis can use the head of the neck to guarantee this matter!"

"It seems that what you should tell the truth." The Medical Saint is so old that as a doctor, who has never seen a person he has seen? He has seen countless people, but he still can see whether the uncle and nephew of the Qingyi Hou were lying. "But it shouldn't be! Even I know only a part of your illness. How did he know about it?"

Since he was young, the Medical Saint has traveled all the Aojian Empire. He has read almost all the medical books in the empire. No matter who compiles them, as long as the content in the medical books is correct, he will read them several times.

It is no exaggeration to say that in this era, no one has read more books than him, and this is what he is most proud of!

Just now, when he first saw Nord Qibei, he had not recognized what disease he was. Until he approached Nord Qibei, and while he was talking, he carefully observed it, and then he remembered that he had seen this example in an ancient medical book, and that book was the collection of Ao Wuchang, the most powerful man in the City of Sin thirty years ago.

The medical book only explained part of this disease, but the principle was not explained clearly, and the treatment method was not explained clearly. Speaking of which, the medical saint must combine his own ideas and give a complete solution to the problem. This is the first time that the medical saint has encountered such a difficult case in the past 10 or 20 years.

"What did he say at that time?" The Medical Saint suspected that what Mr. Yi said was a random thing and was ready to verify it carefully.

Nord Qibei looked at each other and seemed to feel a trace of hope. The Qingyi Hou hurriedly said, "He said that at that time. It comes from the inner circumference of the Warcraft Forest. Its strength is not even as good as the lowest level disciple-level monster, but it once caused the death of a nine-level sword sect strongman. The longer the time is, the harder it will be to cure it. I hope the Medical Saint has a solution."

These words will not have any impact on Yi Chen. For the sake of his nephew's illness, the Qingyi Hou repeated Yi Chen's previous words without reservation, paused, and he continued: "Later, we asked him if he knew about Qi Bei's illness."

"How did he answer?" When asked this, the Medical Saint's face looked solemn, looking a little anxious, but with a hint of joy. This time, he seemed to have met a real expert.

"His answer is this, I know, but...ah, it's a bit troublesome. You should go to the Medical Saint first. Maybe he can have a way to treat it." The Qingyi Hou said apologizing to Yi Chen in his heart, and then repeated Yi Chen's previous words.

The Medical Saint suddenly smiled: "Hahahaha~ Haha! My way is not lonely, my way is not lonely!"

His sudden laughter lured Du Ziteng out of the inner room and looked at his grandfather in confusion. What's wrong with grandfather today? Why did he smile so happily and so happy? That kind of joy and excitement are the emotions that Du Ziteng had never seen in his grandfather for many years.

It’s been so many years, it seems that my grandfather hasn’t laughed like this since his parents died, right?

"Senior Medical Saint." The Qingyi Hou didn't know where the doctor was mad at this, so he couldn't help but shouted softly.

Yisen had not left yet, and he stared at this scene in a daze. He was envious of the kind of uncle-nephew relationship between the Marquis of Qingyi and Nord Qibei. In the Yi family, he could not enjoy such real care. After taking General Lang Mo as his teacher, although he seemed to feel this kind of emotion, Lang Mo was no longer considered his teacher. After all, Lang Mo's words were enough to say goodbye. Now he can only be regarded as an existence expelled by Lang Mo.

The Medical Saint waved his hand and said solemnly: "I have a rule that I will not treat any person with a title or his relatives. However, this rule is not constant. Some people are willing to be my subjects for my experiments for ten years. I can treat them, while some people lose all their money and give all their property. Of course, the premise of all these is when I need it. If I don't need it, I will not change my mind anyway."

After saying so much, everyone didn't understand what he was trying to express.

Fortunately, the next sentence, the Medical Saint answered the doubts in everyone's hearts: "This time, I only have one condition. As long as you do it, I will be willing to treat this young man for free."

"Senior, please speak." The Qingyi Hou was delighted.

"I invite the Young Master Yi from you to come and meet me, and I am willing to take action!" The Medical Saint said a condition that everyone was surprised, "Of course, even I am only sure to cure him. I have to tell you this first."

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