His words made everyone feel heavy. Looking at the death breath that enveloped Director Lu, the atmosphere of the entire teaching office became very serious because of this, all of them were silent and did not speak, and they did not know what to say. .

Although Dao Lu is not dead, he is not far from death. The breath of death emerging from his body can be seen by all the immortals present. The spiritual power of his body is weakening, like a cluster of flames. Drenched in the rain, it gradually becomes smaller...

There are many people who cultivate immortality in this world. Therefore, there are alchemists and pharmacists, but there are few healers. In the eyes of immortal cultivators, doctors are far inferior to alchemists and pharmacists, because most of them can only heal mortals and immortals. Generally speaking, there are very few problems with his body.

It is precisely because of this that there are fewer doctors who can be trusted and respected in medicine to make a difference in medicine. After all, true medical experts are extremely rare, at least, they are impossible to appear in their sixth-class countries. .

"I wonder if you have ever heard of Ghost Doctor?"

A healer said suddenly and looked at everyone: "If the ghost doctor can be found, I think Director Lu should be saved. However, this ghost doctor is secretive and it is difficult to find him. Plus there are only three hours. It’s too late to find."

At the end, he sighed, shook his head and walked out. This is the same as if he didn't say it. How can he do it if he wants to find a ghost doctor to save his life in three hours?

In his opinion, Director Lu may be hopeless. If it is injured, for their immortal cultivators, there are some life-saving pills and medicines in their hands or they can be saved, but this disease... then it is really necessary. Life is gone.

"The name of the ghost doctor can be said to be almost unknown in Qingteng, but few people have met him, but he has a better relationship with people in the black market. He also appeared in Qingteng country before, maybe, people in the black market I'll know where he is now." The dean thought, and said to the vice yard: "Old Guan, you go take a trip, take my warrant and ask the black market for help."

"Is this... okay? The power of the black market is that we have to give three points of courtesy. I worry that even if they know it, they will not disclose it.

"You have to take a trip if you can, go! The president of the black market has some friendship with me. If he knows the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, he should be able to help." The dean handed out the order and brushed his hand. Motioned him to go quickly.

"Okay, I'll take a trip." Guan Lao took the dean's identity token and hurried to the black market.

"Mo Chen, is there a way to extend his life? Even if it's a day or a few hours."

The dean looked at Director Lu who was lying on the bed, sighed, and said: "I recruited this old Lu personally. The students in Xingyun have been teaching for more than ten years. He has always been a rigorous and serious instructor. I really don't want him to be like this..."

"I can use my spiritual power to seal his vitality in his body, and all the blood vessels and meridians throughout his body will stop running, causing him to fall into a state of suspended animation, but it can only maintain two hours. Once two hours have passed, he still has only three hours left "Mo Chen said indifferently, and glanced over Director Lu on the bed. To him, he was just a stranger. He would never open this mouth unless the dean asked repeatedly.

"Two hours?" The dean stunned, and said without hesitation: "Two hours are also time, life or death, it depends on his good fortune."