Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face was as cold as frost. He chilled his handsome face and pursed his lips and did not speak. He just looked at the ill Chinese man and said: "Since you don't listen to my advice, wait for your second master When you come back, let him take the person back!" As soon as the voice fell, he ignored the person who was being pressed, and turned and left.
And shortly after he left, a middle-aged man came hurriedly under the leadership of a monk, his face was ugly, and he said, "Why don't you tell me after he finished his medicine? Didn't you take care of him? How could it be? Something like this!"
The second master of the Yin family quickly walked into the room, and when he saw the person who was pressed to get sick, he quickly took out the medicine, poured out one, and pinched his mouth and stuffed it in. I saw that shortly after the medicine was put in, The person who was struggling and roaring gradually calmed down, and he fell into a coma.
Seeing this, he swept across several monks with a cold face: "What the hell is going on! How could Heng'er get sick early?"
The cultivators were breathing a sigh of relief, when they heard the second master's question, they couldn't help but glance at each other, and then they reported the matter to him.
"Is it the steward of Tiandan Tower?" Yin Erye frowned, "Didn't you tell me when you came back two days ago? We are here to seek medical treatment. Don't provoke ghost doctors. The son is not sensible, you follow me. Do the people around you know how serious it is? If it is because of this, how can his illness be cured? Have you thought about it!"
His face was full of anger, and he stared at them angrily: "I see how you deal with things like this!"
"Second Lord, please punish!" Several people knelt on one knee, and finally realized that the matter was serious.If the son fails to seek medical treatment at that time, I am afraid that they will not escape the anger of the family master when they return.
Second Master Yin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, calming down his anger, and then asked, "Where is Master Murong?"
"Before the second master arrived, the subordinates went down and asked Master Murong to come over. However, after Master Murong knew that Master Murong had acted on the cold pipe, his complexion was like frost and he flung his sleeves and left, saying, saying..." The monk lowered his head. Dare not say any more.
"Say what!" Second Master Yin frowned and asked.
"Say, say that the second master will take the son back when he returns." The monk whispered.
Sure enough, the second master Yin's face changed slightly when he heard this. He stepped forward and kicked the monk: "Things that are not successful enough to fail!" He couldn't hide his anger and turned and walked outside. The kicking monk snorted, not dare to say more.
Yin Erye came to Murong Yixuan’s small courtyard and saw him sitting in the courtyard drinking tea, expressionless and alienated. Seeing this, his eyes flashed slightly, and he walked forward: "Mr. Murong."
"Yin Erye." Murong Yixuan looked at him and nodded slightly.
"I just knew what Ziheng did. I didn't expect that I would warn him again and again, but he took my words into ears." Yin Erye came to the table and sat down and sighed, "Now the illness has become like this. , The situation is getting worse, but the ghost doctor has not seen it yet, which really makes me worried."
Murong Yixuan shook the teacup in his hand and turned it gently, and said, "Er Yin, Ziheng forgive me for nothing I can do about it. I have already prepared to go back to the sect in a few days, and I will go to Mu Xin. Xianjun please."
"You have to go? If you are gone, wouldn't it be more difficult for us to see this ghost doctor, asking her to help?"