Song Xiaohui's face instantly became extremely distorted.
"Honey, I'm in pain, tell him to stop!" This was the first time Song Xiaohui recognized Liao Zhijun after she fell ill.
Liao Zhijun was startled, then rushed forward and grabbed Xiao He's arm: "Xiao He, let go of my wife!"
Xiao He said coldly: "Listen, is this your wife's voice?"
"ah!"
Liao Zhijun suddenly realized that the cold and shrill voice just now did not come from Song Xiaohui at all.
"Give me some time and I'll help your wife wake up."
As he spoke, Xiao He formed a Taoist formula with his left hand. Suddenly, the jade ring on his hand suddenly shot out a golden light, and the light converged into a golden magic sword.
"Whoosh!" With a sound, the golden magic sword struck the top of Song Xiaohui's Yintang.
The black energy in Song Xiaohui's body seemed to have been cut off, and she could no longer resist. It rushed toward Xiao He's right hand like a long dragon sucking water.
"Yeah!" Song Xiaohui roared even more horribly!
But as the black energy in her body gradually decreased, the voice became quieter and quieter, and finally became completely quiet.
At the same time, on Broken Arm Old Dao's side, all the talismans he had attached to the wall fell off, and the wooden doll exploded into pieces with a "boom!"
"Wow!" The old man with a broken arm couldn't help it and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
He completely lost this fight.
The eyes of the old Taoist were full of shock and anger. He had only been in Jincheng for a few days, but he met two people who surpassed him in Taoism. This was something he had never met since he came down the mountain.
Damn it!
In the ward, Xiao He retracted his palm, took out a silver needle and pierced Song Xiaohui's forehead. Song Xiaohui, who was originally pale, regained her color in the blink of an eye.
Three minutes later, when Xiao He withdrew the silver needle, Song Xiaohui had already woken up.
"Zhijun, Mom, where am I?"
Liao Zhijun cried with joy and quickly stepped forward to hold Song Xiaohui's hand, "Honey, you've worried me so much these past two days."
"Daughter!" Hong Xiufen also came to her senses at this time. She was happy and surprised in her heart. She was happy that Xiao He really saved her daughter, but she was shocked that she really had uterine muscles as Xiao He said.
Tumor?
At this moment, the door to the ward was pushed open, and Wu Yongkang walked in with Song Yuanshan.
"Hahaha, Mr. Song, I just told you not to worry too much! You see, after my treatment, Miss Song really woke up."
Wu Yongkang naturally takes the credit for himself.
It seems that I was right to bet on Xiao He. Wouldn't it be easy to get the credit?
Song Yuanshan's frowned brows relaxed when he saw his daughter regaining consciousness, "Dean Wu, you are really a miracle doctor! Don't worry, the 200 million I promised you will be transferred to the hospital account tomorrow."
Guo Zi's eyes widened. This Dean Wu is so shameless! It was obviously Brother Xiao who cured this, so why should it be his credit? He immediately said angrily: "How about giving it back to Dean? I really will give it to him."
I put a lot of money on my face, did I cure it myself, don’t I have some doubts in my heart?”
Song Yuanshan's face instantly darkened, "Who are you? Dean Wu is the savior of my Song family. How can I allow you to slander me?"
"Dad! Guo Zi is my classmate, but it was Xiao He who really cured Xiaohui just now!" Liao Zhijun hurriedly explained.
Xiao He?
Song Yuanshan looked at Xiao He in front of the hospital bed suspiciously, but after seeing that Xiao He was wearing very ordinary clothes, he instantly made a judgment and thought that this was a magic stick who came to seize his family.
Wu Yongkang's eyes flickered for a while, but he quickly calmed down. "Xiao He, are you a doctor in our hospital? Do you know that it is illegal to treat people randomly."
"Get out of here, or I'll call the police and arrest you immediately!"
Wu Yongkang was sure that Xiao He did not have a doctor's qualification certificate and was practicing medicine without a license. He must have frightened him like this, and Xiao He would get out of his way in frustration. Even if Xiao He didn't leave, this was his own territory, even if the patrol police came.
He can say whatever he wants.
Song Yuanshan also shouted sternly: "Liao Zhijun, if you hang out with this group of swindlers again, get out of the Song family."
Liao Zhijun couldn't help but trembled. He looked at his mother-in-law, "Mom, please say something! You saw Xiao He treating Xiaohui just now, didn't you?"
Hong Xiufen was speechless and said: "Yuanshan, this guy did treat Xiaohui for a while just now."
"Mr. Song, do you believe that he is a young boy or you believe me? I am an authority on mental illness."
Wu Yongkang said arrogantly.
Song Yuanshan naturally believed in Wu Yongkang. As for the treatment his wife mentioned, he was probably just pretending.
"Dean Wu, don't worry about how to deal with these charlatans. I still know very well."
After saying that, he looked at Xiao He coldly, "Boy, you'd better hope that my daughter is safe and sound. If anything happens to my daughter, I'll ask you for it."
Xiao He glanced at Wu Yongkang and sneered: "Dean Wu, was it really you who cured Miss Song's illness?"
Although Wu Yongkang felt guilty, he still said firmly: "It's not me. Is it still you, a loser who doesn't even have a medical qualification certificate?"
Xiao He smiled instead of being angry, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes: "Okay, very good!"
"I just don't know, Dean Wu, can you still treat yourself?"
"You, what do you mean?" Wu Yongkang suddenly had a bad feeling.
"That's what it means literally."
The corner of Xiao He's mouth curled up with a hint of cunning.
After saying that, Xiao He raised his right hand, and the black energy in his palm instantly turned into an arrow, which shot into Wu Yongkang's Tianling Cap.
Xiao He's bargains are not something that can be picked up casually.
He can naturally release this evil spirit if he can control it, but the Yin and Yang Pattern Yao transforms too quickly and less than half of it is left, but it is still enough to teach Wu Yongkang a lesson.
"Pretending to be a ghost!" Song Yuanshan chuckled disdainfully: "Boy, don't think that you can deceive me with your tricks of charlatans. I, Song Yuanshan, have walked on more bridges than you have walked on."
However, the next second, his smile instantly solidified.
Wu Yongkang's face suddenly turned half white and half black, he laughed loudly as if he was possessed, and lunged at Song Yuanshan beside him with his teeth bared.
"Fuck!" Song Yuanshan panicked, raised his foot and kicked Wu Yongkang down.
"Dean Wu, what are you doing?"
Everyone was also frightened by this sudden scene, especially Hong Xiufen and Liao Zhijun, because they found that Wu Yongkang's condition was exactly the same as when Song Xiaohui fell ill.
"Brother Xiao, well done."
Guo Zi gave Xiao He a thumbs up. He naturally knew that this was done by Xiao He. He had seen it once with Zhu Dazhang.
After being kicked, Wu Yongkang seemed to wake up a little. He suddenly realized his situation and was sweating profusely: "Hahaha, I, hahaha, I don't know either!"
Wu Yongkang was laughing loudly and talking at the same time, giving people the impression that he had a split personality.
Suddenly, Wu Yongkang remembered the scene where Xiao He exorcised evil spirits to Nangong Huai in Nangong Huai's home. He had just been so focused on grabbing Xiao He's credit that he had forgotten that Xiao He was also a magic master.
Thinking of this, his face turned pale, and he quickly knelt down in front of Xiao He, "Mr. Xiao, please spare me! I don't dare to do it anymore."
Xiao He joked: "No! Dean Wu, aren't you an authority? Get yourself treated quickly!"
Wu Yongkang wanted to cry but had no tears. How could he find a way to cure this kind of evil?