Godly Empress Doctor

“Lord Yang, the strength of this phoenix dancer...” Wang Zhaole looked at his boss with curiosity.

Colonel Yang didn't know either. He said, "Go. Why hasn't Oriental magician come yet? You rush. ”

And at this time, Yang Honghong quickly walked this way, and he was with the little old man.

Colonel Yang discovered that it was not Oriental Shen Doctor. He immediately frowned and stared at Yang Hong.

Yang Honghong smiled bitterly: “It belongs to me, especially low voice, a very good temper of plea, but Oriental girl said she was still ill, couldn't cure others, and she and she said..."

Colonel Yang: “What else did she say? ”

Yang Honghong: “She's also sarcastic about our little phoenix dance. ”

Colonel Yang stared at Yang Hong.

Yang Honghong smiled bitterly: "Oriental girl said that your phoenix dance, didn't she call herself a half-step divine pharmacist? Let her heal herself. ”

Colonel Yang frowned: “Double the money, don't you want to come? ”

Yang Honghong: “He said that unless Lingyuan Crystal Mine No. 3 is returned, we will not talk about it. ”

Yang Honglian smiled bitterly: “I found out later when I asked, the wounds on the Oriental girl were also caused by our Xiaofeng dance. ”

Colonel Yang: "…”

He opened his mouth and tried to say something... he couldn't even say the last word.

What can he say?

He's helpless, too.

“The Pharmacist is just one step away from the promotion to the Imperial Pharmacist. Why don't you let him show Xiaofeng?” Yang Honghong asked.

What can Colonel Yang do?

He can only step back and give way to the pharmacist.

Looking at the pulse of the pharmacist for Xiaofeng, Colonel Yang's heart aches.

How come there's a royal pharmacist next door, the best one on their side is half a step away? Hardson was overwhelmed.

Every time someone gets seriously injured on this side of Imperial College, they go next door to ask the Oriental Girl.

This Oriental shrink, she is a person... In the view of such a tough man as Yang Zhihu, it is just too emotional, belonging to the kind of person who is more and more proud to be held by too many people.

But there's only one royal rank. What can we do? I can only pinch my nose to ask for help, and I have to pay a huge fee. It's really distressing.

When will the Pharmacist be promoted to Imperial Pharmacist? Yang Zhihu looked forward to it.

By this time, the pharmacist had finished the phoenix dance.

“What do you say? What's wrong with this girl? ”

Yang Zhihu saw the pharmacist stand up and rush forward to ask.

The pharmacist looked at Yang Zhihu and his eyes were complicated.

Yang Zhihu's heart shocked. He grabbed the charm pharmacist and hurried: “This girl! You don't have terminal illness! Talk to me, Pharmacist! ”

Yang Zhihu almost strangled the pharmacist.

“No, it's not terminal.” The pharmacist waved, “She's fine. ”

Yang Zhihu frowned: “Then how did she faint? Is she really all right? ”

The pharmacist looked strangely at Yang Zhihu.

Does she have a problem?

The meridians are strong as tigers, the blood lines are running like currents, this is called body problems?!

The pharmacist shook his head: “She's in good shape. ”

Yang Zhihu: “Then how did she faint? ”

Pharmacist: “If you don't eat for more than a decade, will you faint? ”

Yang Zhihu: "Ah? You mean…”

Pharmacist: “Hungry, dizzy! ”

After that, the pharmacist began to pack the medicine box and prepare to go back.

In the middle of the night, he had fallen asleep, was dragged out of bed, thought he was terminally ill, but turned out to be a little girl who fainted from hunger...