After all, he still had to weigh the importance between his anger and his own body.
He obediently put his hand in front of Sun Simiao.
Sun Simiao took Xiang Liu's pulse, with a strange look on his face.
"I can't cure this disease."
Within a few seconds of putting his hand on it, Sun Simiao immediately took his hand back and looked at Xiang Liu and Ye Fan neatly and said.
"Sun Simiao, don't lose your temper and look good."
Ye Fan said helplessly.
Sun Simiao rolled his eyes and looked at Mark.
"Do you think I am the kind of person who makes trouble without reason? If it can't be cured, it can't be cured!"
Xiang Liu also retracted his hand at this time.
"Forget it if it can't be cured. I'll just accept your wishes."
Over the years, he has been looking for famous doctors everywhere and has heard this kind of thing a lot, so he doesn't care much about it.
"Your injury has been delayed for too long. It is impossible to completely cure it."
Sun Simiao said calmly.
"But I can't destroy my sign either."
Hearing this, Xiang Liu, who was a little disappointed, his eyes lit up.
"I have a way to prevent your injury from getting worse."
Although Sun Simiao's tone was very calm, these words fell into Xiang Liu's ears like a critical drop.
"What you said is true?"
Xiang Liu was extremely excited.
Over the past few thousand years, due to his decline in strength, many people's attitudes towards him have undergone a 180-degree change.
Although the injury on his body cannot be cured now, being able to prevent it from getting worse is the best news he has heard in these years.
"Of course it's true. Do I need to lie to you?"
Sun Simiao was quite disgusted and looked at Xiang Liu who was extremely excited.
"If it weren't for Di Jiang's sake, I wouldn't treat you."
Sun Simiao took out a pack of golden needles from his medicine box, pointed to Ye Fan's bed next to him, and said to Xiang Liu.
"Take off your clothes! Get on your stomach."
Xiang Liu took off his shirt in a few moments and lay down on the bed.
Sun Simiao used the golden needle technique, pulling out golden needles from the needle bag and pricking various major points on Xiang Liu.
After Ye Fan glanced twice, he walked out quietly.
It was just dawn, and some monks had already gotten up to wash up.
For those modifications who attacked the evil camp with Ye Fan and Qinglong last night, Qinglong mercifully gave them a half-day holiday.
For others, what time should be done and what should be done.
With the cultivation levels of Qinglong and Ye Fan, it doesn't matter if they take a break or not.
It was already dawn anyway, so the two of them didn't sleep at all.
Especially Qinglong, who made a surprise attack last night and captured two high-level officials of the evil faction. Even if he is asked to go to bed now, he will be too excited to sleep.
At this time, Di Jiang, who was far away in Guangming Pavilion, was also in a very happy mood.
Ye Fan had only been away for two days, and two high-level officials of the evil faction were captured for him.
This efficiency simply cannot be too high!
Xiang Liu's first treatment lasted for more than half an hour before it ended.
When Sun Simiao pulled out the golden needle, Xiang Liu felt warm all over.
His physique is inherently cold, and since he was injured, he has to wear a large robe every day, even in a place like Qinglong border where it is like spring all year round.
But now he was lying on the bed with his upper body naked, and he felt a warm current gushing out from his dantian.
"Thank you!"
Xiang Liu looked at Sun Simiao gratefully.
Sun Simiao didn't even look at him, while packing his needle bag.