Chapter 621 Old Man

"grown ups……"

Yu Ji had been limping behind Fang Yu since he left Huang Mansion, and then he suddenly spoke.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yu was in a good mood and asked without looking back.

Yu Ji lowered his head: "...it's us who are holding you back."

They are here to assist the new minister, not to hold him back.

As a professional combatant, he did not play much role in the battle and was rescued by Fang Yu. This was a blow to Yu Ji's dignity.

He may not be as powerful as the minister, but he cannot hold him back.

Lu Qiaochun also looked at Fang Yu apologetically. She was in better condition. After all, she was just being attacked by a large number of low-level warriors. Her bloodline was much healthier than that of Yu Ji.

"It's just a little accident. Why, you want to back out? We will be very busy today."

Fang Yu said with a smile.

These words made Yu Ji and the two look at each other. They had indeed intended to retreat, but now that Fang Yu had said so, they gritted their teeth and wanted to keep up with the new minister!

"Sir! Where is the next target!"

"Sir, we can still fight!"

Next target? The next goal is, of course...

Fang Yu looked into the distance. There was a high-temperature neighborhood with billowing steam. Thunder City's famous forging workshop specializes in forging weapons!

…

Anfu.

"Thank you so much, Divine Doctor Ding, for coming to see me...cough cough cough!"

Ye Danshan stood up to thank him, but couldn't help but cover his mouth with a handkerchief and cough a few times.

Spreading out the handkerchief, it was already a bright red.

"Miss?!"

Xueyunting, who had just come in with the boiled medicinal soup, was shocked when he saw this scene.

He quickly put down the medicinal soup and went up to take care of Ye Danshan.

"I'm fine..."

Monk Quan Heng frowned slightly as he looked at Ye Danshan, whose condition was much worse than when he left.

He looked at Ding Hui, who opened the lid of the pot containing the medicinal soup without permission.

Ding Hui stretched out his hand to make a fan, fanned the smell of the medicinal soup to the tip of his nose and smelled it carefully, then stretched out a finger, lightly dipped a little of the medicinal soup, put it into his mouth and took a sip. Then he poured the steaming medicinal soup that Xueyunting had finally prepared with great difficulty, directly onto the ground.

Sizzle!

The medicinal soup was poured onto the ground, instantly attracting the attention of the maid Xueyunting.

"what are you doing!"

Xueyunting was anxious at that time.

She cooked this medicinal soup for two full hours based on the medicinal materials and methods provided by Anfu's doctors!

Although the lady's illness has not been cured, her condition will get better every time she drinks it.

Seeing that the young lady was coughing up blood, Xueyunting wished he could give her some cold medicine to drink, but Ding Hui even knocked her to the ground!

His body was shaking with anger, but Ye Danshan grabbed his wrist.

"Don't mess around!"

After appeasing Xueyunting, Ye Danshan looked at Ding Hui.

"Doctor Ding, is there anything wrong with this decoction?"

This was the first doctor they met when they entered the city, and he was actually the doctor most likely to cure her disease in the entire Thunder City!

It's a pity that she missed the opportunity at that time. When she arrived in Anfu, she was restricted everywhere and her condition worsened again and again.

"No."

Faced with Ye Danshan's question, Ding Hui answered quickly without any hesitation.

"Then why did you pour the medicine!"

Xueyunting was so angry that he couldn't help but ask questions on behalf of his young lady.

Ding Hui looked at the two women coldly.

"Because if you drink any more, your young lady will definitely die."

"Amitabha."

At this time, Monk Quan Heng also stood up from his seat, saluted Ding Hui and said: "Also, please give me Ding, please save this poor man's life. I, the Buddha, are merciful..."

Before Monk Quan Heng finished speaking, Ding Hui interrupted.

"You and I have nothing to do with each other, but considering the friendship between my husband and the master, I will save this person."

"Good, good, good!"

Monk Quan Heng showed a pleased smile.

No matter what the reason is, as long as you save people, that's enough.

Ding Hui pointed at the soup scattered on the ground and continued.

"The doctors in Anfu are capable, but they are only capable. The decoction they have prepared can suppress your condition for a while, but a person's tolerance for medicine has its limit. If you don't Change the combination of medicinal materials in the decoction in time. After a while, the decoction will have no effect on you. "

"But as I said, the doctors in Anfu are capable. Judging from your condition, the ingredients of the decoction should have been changed several times since you have been alive until now, but in the end, they are just prolonging your death. Law. If the disease is suppressed in this way, it will explode sooner or later. At that time, you who were just waiting to die slowly will experience a wave of extremely painful illness and then die suddenly. "

"Looking at the medicinal ingredients of this soup, both in terms of quantity and medicinal properties, they are getting heavier and heavier. It means that they are almost unable to contain your physical condition. I'm afraid it won't be long before you are on your way."

Ding Hui's words made the maid Xueyunting scared and frightened!

Because what Ding Hui said completely corresponded to what she quietly investigated.

The prescriptions given by doctors were replaced with new ones every other day.

At first, Xueyunting thought that the doctors in An Mansion were constantly adjusting their medications and looking for the best way to treat the disease.

Later, when she took the prescriptions given by the doctors to the warehouse staff to ask for the medicinal materials, the person in charge's face changed inexplicably when he saw the prescriptions.

That expression didn't even seem to be saying that the medicinal materials he wanted were too precious, but more like the medicinal materials he wanted were too amazing.

Xue Yunting secretly asked someone about it and found out that there were several medicinal materials in the prescriptions that were highly toxic. If ordinary people took them, they would definitely die. Conventional treatment methods would almost never be used. Only for dying people and incurable diseases would strong medicines be used!

Although Xue Yunting comforted himself that the lady's condition must be special, so such a strong medicine was used, but he really didn't dare to mention it to the lady.

Compared with Xue Yunting's shock and fear, Ye Danshan's reaction was much calmer.

He knew his own body.

Ye Danshan had felt that every time she took the medicine, her body would get better, but it didn't last long. She would often have a severe backlash in the middle of the night and suffer from pain.

Recently, this backlash started at sunset when she took the medicine at noon, so she went to bed early these days, fearing that Xue Yunting would find out that her physical condition was getting worse and worse and she was about to collapse, which would increase their worries.

Life and death are determined by fate. Coming to Thunder City is the last chance. If there is really no hope, she will accept it.

But the appearance of Ding Hui gave Ye Danshan some hope.

"Doctor Ding, I wonder if you can cure my disease?"

As Ye Danshan's words fell with expectation, everyone's eyes fell on Ding Hui.

"Well, it depends on whether Master Quanheng gives face."

What does this have to do with Master Quanheng?

The two women of Ye Danshan looked at Monk Quanheng in confusion, only to see that the latter nodded slowly.

"I will definitely find a way to do what Mr. Ding mentioned on the way!"

"Okay!"

After a pause, Ding Hui said: "It is not difficult to cure your disease. I just happen to have some ideas at hand and want to try them. If you are willing to accept my treatment, then believe me, your disease can be cured by me, and you will definitely survive. At most, there may be some changes in the body."

Body... changes?

Ye Danshan and Xue Yunting tilted their heads slightly, a little puzzled.

"Is it... appearance? Will it be disfigured?"

Ye Danshan touched his face and said with some concern.

"You can understand it this way, it's almost the same."

Ding Hui smiled cunningly, and the monk Quan Heng next to him said Amitabha, and the whole audience did not participate in any discussion.

Xue Yunting wanted to object, but looking at the young lady who was like a sister, she had to admit that she could accept the consequences of the young lady's disfigurement more than death.

People are alive, more important than anything else.

"It's just a human skin and a skeleton. Please, Doctor Ding, save my life!"

Ye Danshan also figured it out and knelt down to salute.

Xue Yunting also knelt down to Ding Hui.

"Okay, okay."

Ding Hui smiled and agreed, then sat down and started writing the prescription.

She is now worth a lot of money, and she got a lot of good things from Song Zhenrong and the rebels, so there are not many herbs she needs now, so she wrote the requirements in just a moment.

Xue Yunting stretched his neck to see what herbs were written in the prescription, but after Ding Hui finished writing the prescription, he handed it to Monk Quan Heng.

"See if Anfu will give you herbs. If not, send the person to me. I still have enough herbs."

Seeing this, Ye Danshan and Xue Yunting looked at each other and fell silent.

Their current situation in the An Mansion is quite embarrassing, almost like being treated like a prisoner. However, the An Mansion has given great support in treating illnesses. As long as the doctor gives a prescription, they are willing to take out precious medicinal materials from the warehouse for them to use.

But that was the prescription given by the doctor of the An Mansion. The An Mansion may not necessarily recognize the prescription written by Ding Hui.

But if Master Quan Heng went to the An Mansion to ask for medicinal materials, the situation might be different.

"I, I can swap the prescription given by the doctor of the An Mansion with the prescription of Doctor Ding. Anyway, the warehouse only looks at what materials are required for the prescription, and the An Mansion should not be able to find out."

Xue Yunting weakly proposed an idea, but after everyone present looked at her, they didn't even want to discuss it and ignored it directly.

"I'll find a way for the medicinal materials. My words are still useful in the An Mansion."

Monk Quan Heng said in a low voice.

"That's good, then..." Ding Hui's eyes turned: "Let's get down to business, right?"

Isn't saving my young lady a business?

Xue Yunting wanted to ask, but swallowed his words back.

"I'll make arrangements first, you wait here for a while."

Monk Quanheng shook the prescription in his hand, and then pushed the door out, leaving the three women in the room, staring at each other.

"Doctor Ding, we didn't recognize you when we were outside the city before..."

Ye Danshan said sincerely.

But Ding Hui waved his hand.

"No need for polite words, if you really want to thank someone, thank my husband and that stupid monk."

Stupid monk...

In An Mansion, I'm afraid this is the only family that dares to speak so impolitely to Master Quanheng.

"Doctor Ding, with your exquisite medical skills, why have I never heard of you in the world before?"

Xue Yunting asked puzzledly at this time.

Ding Hui couldn't help but look at that guy.

The two people from the Yeyun Sect are thousands of miles away from Leiting City. They don’t even know how many famous doctors there are in Leiting City. How can they expect to find out about the famous doctors in Tianyuan Town?

As the three were talking about this, the door was suddenly pushed open and a little head suddenly popped out from behind the door.

Shui Lingling glanced around the room.

“Where is my bald pigeon? Where did he go?”

It was Guo Yuxin. This guy was greedy. As soon as he returned to An Mansion, he ran to the back kitchen to get food and came back only now.

He was heartless and had no sense of crisis.

As one of the top ten families, An Mansion is far from being as calm as it seems on the surface.

“You came at the right time. Watch them. I will help you find your bald brother.”

After saying that, Ding Hui stepped out of the door, leaving Guo Yuxin, who looked unhappy, and the other two women who looked confused.

After going out and looking around, Ding Hui put his hands behind his back and walked briskly in the aisle.

She looked around to observe the situation in An Mansion.

Suddenly, she saw an old man sitting quietly in front of the small pond fishing, and there was a child beside him to help him massage his back.

To be honest, Ding Hui would never look at this scene more than once.

But at this moment, her eyes were fixed on the old man fishing.

She didn't even realize that she had come to the old man fishing.

"Little girl, I have been fishing for half a day and only attracted a small fish fry. If you go any further, it will run away."

The old man was wearing a hat, which was pressed down to cover his face. The old man's expression could not be seen, but his tone was steady, as if he was a master.

But what Ding Hui cared about was never whether the other party was a master, but...

"You are dying."

The hand shook slightly, which was not noticeable.

The fish fry that should have been hooked fled in panic.

Half a day's hard work was gone.

But the old man tilted his head slightly and frowned at Ding Hui.

"Excuse me, young lady, how did you come from?"

Just as the old man finished asking, a voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Dr. Ding, I've got it done here."

Looking back, it was the monk from Zhongfu Temple waving at him.

The old man felt even more puzzled, but Ding Hui seemed quite interested in his situation.

"What's your name, old sir? You are entangled with the five poisons, but you maintain a delicate balance, as if you are casting your body with Gu... Old sir, this is not like the method in our area, and even... not like the method of the Daxia people."

"Little girl, you are seeing things."

The old man's tone was still steady, but he lowered his hat and stopped interacting with Ding Hui.

Ding Hui didn't say much, just said: "Old sir, you are dying soon. After you die, can you give me the Gu worm in your body? In exchange, I am willing to do one thing for you within my ability."

"..."