The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

However, his palms had not yet felt the sensation of extinction, but suddenly felt a heartbeat pain in his elbows.

“Ah--!!” Screaming like a pig echoes in an empty room.

Scared all the other examiners in the house.

The crowd turned back, and it was surprising to discover that Deng Hung Feng's hands had softened.

The elbow feels like it was broken hard.

The intense pain twisted Deng Hung Feng's horse's face together, making him look ridiculous and funny.

What the hell happened?

“Ah, help! Help, you idiots, what are you doing standing there? Hurry up... hurry up and treat me... ahhh! ”

Examiners from the Xuan Medical Palace returned to God and hurried up to see how Deng Hong Feng was wounded.

It doesn't look serious, it's just dislocated.

Every examiner in the Xuan Medical Palace had superior medical care, so dislocated elbows were quickly attached.

But the pain caused Deng Hung Feng to scream.

By the end of the treatment, he was already covered in cold sweat.

Staring at Muang as if he were going to kill someone, "Bitch, what have you done to me?! ”

Muang revealed an innocent smile, Slow Slow Slow Slow Slow Sly: “The doctor joked, I stood here, I didn't even lift my hand, what can I do? ”

“By the way, a lot of time has been wasted, can we begin the formal examination of the senior physician? ”

Deng Hung Feng stared at her as if he wanted to see something broken from her.

But in any case, it's just a beautiful, weak girl.

How can an 18-year-old girl break her hand without even moving it?

He's an ancient martial artist at the top of the Xuan class!

But who would have done it if it wasn't for her?

Mixed so much, Deng Hung Peak doesn't have those hearts.

All he wants now is to kick this evil woman out, and he must not let her become a senior physician and step on her head.

“Well, I'd like to see what qualifies you as a senior physician in my Xuan Medical Council. ”

After that, Deng Hong Feng raised his hand to clap, but felt a sharp pain in his joints.

He had to put it down and bite his teeth off: "Bring me the patients. ”

By a single order, 10 men, women and children were brought in shortly.

The platoon stood in front of Muay.

Mu Yan couldn't help but pick his eyebrows.

These men, women and children, who can only see by the colour, are sick.

The examination of the primary physician in the Xuan Medical Council is dialectic treatment.

But only one patient needs to be treated.

Intermediate physicians are more difficult to assess, but only three patients need to be identified and treated simultaneously.

Unexpectedly, the senior physician's exam actually directly came out of ten patients?

But what about ten?

Isn't she curable?

Mu Yan was about to go to the clinic, but listened to Deng Hong Feng sneer.

“There are only three or five senior doctors, even in the Xuan Medical Palace throughout the martial arts continent. ”

“You want to pass a senior physician's exam, at least you have to show some skill. These ten patients, I want you to look at them in an hour, you can only see them, you can't diagnose them, you can't ask them, you can't approach them, and then you can judge their condition and give them a treatment plan that works! ”

Mourned, slightly raised his eyebrows.

Ask, only allow her to “look," to dialectize treatment?

Zhang Mingkun stood up violently: “Dr. Deng, this is inconsistent with what we discussed at the beginning! Without asking, how is it possible to dialectize treatment? Isn't that too hard for someone? ”