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

Muang looked at the middle-aged man and patient in the middle of the palace, with an incredibly soft smile on his face.

This middle-aged man is one of the best doctors in the Lance Empire.

Honored as the Holy Hand of a Voice of Nations.

Even Mu Yan has heard the name "Dr. Leung”.

Everyone in this game can see how important doctors are for winning and losing.

And sending this “Holy Hand of the Country” Dr. Leung to her, Hope is her help, is the most precious support and heart for her by the good Chen army.

Compared to the gentle smile of Muang.

Several other alchemists were ecstatic.

They didn't expect that they were not ranked so well, they were so lucky that they drew a group with Ye Dashen.

Now that Dr. Leung is diagnosing the patient's condition, their chances of developing alchemy have increased by more than a star and a half.

One sentence [Contest begins].

The dull mist that was supposed to cover the patient dissipated.

Dr. Leung immediately turned to divine knowledge to penetrate the patient.

He did not conclude immediately after the divine inquiry.

Instead, he held up the patient's pulse and checked his pupils and tongue moss.

Even if the patient doesn't look at the inner medical condition, just look at the appearance, it's already sick and creepy and scary.

The blues on his body were all slightly raised and black-brown.

Some of the meridians intersect, and there are also cramps and pus.

Your body twitches from time to time, your eyes turn white, and vomit spills on your lips.

The smell is unbearable.

However, Dr. Leung seemed to have no idea of these. He bent down without changing his complexion, untied the patient's clothes, and examined him inches by inches without a pulse.

Even ignore the pus in his chest, stick it in his heart and listen to his heartbeat.

This diagnosis lasted more than half an hour.

The second round was shorter than the first round, with only two hours.

The alchemists in the room were obviously anxious.

Because it takes at least half an hour for those special dandelions, even if they're only made in one stove.

And if the patient has a different condition, a furnace of Dan medicine may not be enough.

If we keep doing this, they're running out of time.

In particular, from time to time, the voices of people screaming in and out of Raw Square are heard.

“Look, Dr. Huang has been diagnosed. Ah, Master Su Chenling has begun refining! ”

“Jun Qingwan is also starting to refine Dan Yao! ”

“Geez, how come Dr. Leung hasn't finished his diagnosis yet? The late Lord Ye will not have time for Alchemy. We chose Dr. Leung, didn't we? ”

A cold sweat from the forehead of the alchemist in the same group as Muang is coming down.

Only Muyan looked so calm, her eyes were not on Dr. Leung from the beginning, but directly on the patient.

The time is about to pass.

Dr. Leung finally raised his head and faded away: “Okay, I'm done diagnosing it. Let's start refining the alchemy. ”

The alchemists at the bottom were shocked, one by one, waiting for him to say his condition.

However, Dr. Leung said, "The patient's condition is too complicated, and even if I tell you about it, you don't know how to refine it. Now I'm talking about a psychotropic drug, and you take one, and then, according to my proportions, you just refine it directly into dandruff. ”

That's what makes everyone in the square and the palace stare.

“Holy shit!! Is that okay?! ”

“Oh my God, I just blamed Dr. Leung for being so slow, now I know, what is the real national hand! ”