"Two hours?" The God of Death's voice was trembling: "This, this is a bit difficult for me, old gentleman, if the Lord God knows that I am secretly sabotaging my work..."
Facing this Great Xia Holy Hand, the God of Death could only use a begging tone!
"Is it difficult?" Hua Tuo said calmly, "Then four hours."
"Sir!" Death almost cried.
The sage Hua Tuo said coldly: "Eight hours!"
"Eight hours!" Death screamed, "The Temple of Death will not allow it..."
"I'm just asking you if you can do it!"
Behind the holy hand Hua Tuo, the golden wheel of merit surged with a dazzling light.
at the same time.
"Buzz!"
The golden awn rises in Jingzhou.
Two golden rivers rise into the sky!
A rusty ancient book and a bundle of silver needles trembled violently.
The dust is gone and the light shines!
I have a volume of medical books, which have been locked away for a long time by the world.
Now the dust is gone and the light is born, illuminating the mountains and rivers of Daxia!
Two golden lights suddenly burst out from the Daxia Museum, smashed into the display cabinets, and swept towards them.
immediately.
In the disbelieving eyes of the God of Death, two objects that also emitted golden wheels of merit rushed into the old man's hands.
"Huatuo Acupuncture Classic"!
"Hua Tuo Sacred Needle"!
The old man holds a scroll in his left hand and a needle in his right hand, looking down at the God of Death at his feet.
Like the master between life and death!
This aura even transcends the rules of death and controls life and death!
He is obviously just a doctor, but in the face of death, he is as unshakable as a god!
Great Xia Medical God!
At this moment, being watched by this remnant soul, this Death God really felt the breath of death, and immediately said: "I promise! Eight hours! I promise! I will hide the death time of all the wounded in Daxia from the Temple of Death.
Delay for eight hours!”
"I will not enter Daxia's operating room during these eight hours!"
"I promise! Don't kill me!"
The God of Death's eyes were horrifying, and his voice was trembling!
Eight hours!
The race against time for rescue time added eight hours to each injured person in Daxia!
"I won't embarrass you," Hua Tuo, the Holy Hand, said solemnly: "As long as you come eight hours late! The rest will be left to our Daxia doctors. They will rely on their medical skills to challenge the rules of death!"
"Everything has nothing to do with you!"
"I gave them eight more hours, but they can't be saved..." The God of Death looked at Hua Tuo, the Holy Hand.
Hua Tuo's remnant soul whispered: "I can't save him... you can take him away. But, I believe in my doctor from Daxia!"
"Eight hours is enough!" Zhang Chengfeng said solemnly, "I promise that with these eight hours, I and all the doctors in Daxia will try their best to save every injured person!"
The god of death looked at Hua Tuo unwillingly.
The war between doctors and death is a race against time.
With eight more hours of rescue time... it can be said that the number of souls he can collect in the future will shrink infinitely!
This time the Ocean Temple invaded this plane, the newly appointed God of Death should have been able to take away countless injured people!
But once you have these eight hours...
"Why, do you want me to continue crushing you!" Hua Tuo's remnant soul shouted loudly, the golden wheel of merit stirred and dazzled, the silver needle in his hand emitted a cold light, and said in a cold voice: "Get out of here!"
Seeing that the Holy Hand Hua Tuo seemed to be impatient to kill, the God of Death immediately stood up and threw out the soul of Zhang Chengfeng, the head of the medical family who had been lured away by him before, and the chief physician of Daxia, carrying the sickle, and seemed to be running away.
Run outside the Great Steel Wall immediately!
He had to wait eight hours before he could get in!
And these eight hours are the final rescue time that this Great Xia medical god has fought for for the wounded in Great Xia and for those white-clothed warriors from the God of Death!
During these eight hours, the warrior in white will fight a battle with impending death!
And at this time.
"Hua Tuo... the holy hand Hua Tuo... the head of the medical family..." Zhang Chengfeng's soul looked at Hua Tuo's remnant soul in disbelief.
Hua Tuo is the idol of all doctors!
As a doctor, who doesn’t want to be like the legendary sage Hua Tuo, who can rejuvenate and force away death again and again?
"You didn't embarrass my doctor!" Hua Tuo looked at the old doctor who used his own body to defend the wounded from the sickle of death and fought against death with complicated eyes.
The previous performance of Zhang Chengfeng, the leader of this generation of doctors, made him very satisfied.
Doctors are kindhearted.
There are such juniors as successors.
"I am not alone!" Hua Tuo's remnant soul looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Senior Hua Tuo, you, you woke up early..." Lin Fan's soul body was also shaking violently at this time, and his eyes were red.
What does it mean to wake up early?
It means that they can no longer survive forever and can no longer persist until the day they wake up completely!
It's equivalent to releasing all the brilliance at once!
This is why, facing the arrival of the gods, Lin Fan tried his best not to let these ancestors wake up early.
But even so, seeing the wounded people in Daxia on the operating table about to die, the sage Hua Tuo still woke up!
Just like before!
In my memory, Hua Tuo, the Holy Hand, was also the first god to choose to awaken in advance!
He didn't want to see the people of Daxia die, and would rather use his last light to save the people of Daxia!
"Haha, don't be like this." The Holy Hand Hua Tuo looked at Lin Fan and laughed: "As a doctor, I should save lives and heal the wounded."
"You can see that my family of doctors is so prosperous, you can see that my Daxia is so powerful, and you can see warriors like you fighting for Daxia!"
"I have no regrets either!"
Having said this, Holy Hand Hua Tuo waved his hand and said softly: "All the injured souls, please go back to your operating room. I believe the doctors in Daxia will save you at all costs!"
Zhang Chengfeng also nodded fiercely: "I swear in the name of a doctor, you will all be saved!"
"Daxia, no wounded person will die due to poor rescue efforts!"
"In Daxia, no soldier will die on the operating table!"
"Eight hours is enough!"
The souls of the seriously injured soldiers salute together!
"yes!"
"Then from now on, it depends more on you and your comrades in white!"
"We believe in you!"
After saying that, the souls of these seriously injured soldiers turned back to their operating rooms and watched the doctors working on their bodies, fighting against death!
And the other side.
The moment these souls left, Holy Hand Hua Tuo suddenly turned pale, as if these remnant souls could dissipate at any time!
"You..." Lin Fan's heart suddenly tightened.
"It's okay, it's just that the time has come." Hua Tuo, the Holy Hand, waved his hand, "Death will eventually come. I have been sleeping for so long, and it's time to leave."
"God has eyes... It's rare to meet such a descendant!"
The Holy Hand Hua Tuo looked at the soul of Cheng Feng, the first member of the medical family, and said softly: "Are you willing to become my successor, accept my inheritance, and from now on, fight for Daxia, for the injured, and against death?"
"Doctor, treat death as your enemy!" Zhang Chengfeng looked serious and said in a deep voice: "I am willing!"
"Okay!" The Holy Hand Hua Tuo suddenly stretched out his hands and patted Zhang Chengfeng's remaining soul, "Before I leave, I will give you a gift!"
The golden wheel of merit behind him turned into flowing water and surged into Zhang Chengfeng's body!
In an instant, behind Zhang Chengfeng, the golden wheel of merit that had been defeated by the God of Death instantly recovered and surged!
"boom!!"
Between the two figures, a long golden river flows.
A round of golden sun condenses behind Zhang Chengfeng. It is like the rising sun!
Behind the sage Hua Tuo, the golden wheel of merit, as dazzling as the blazing sun, continued to dim.
He actually passed on the merits he had accumulated throughout his life to Zhang Chengfeng!
A golden sunset and a golden sunrise.
This ancestor from thousands of years ago passed on his golden wheel of merit to today's descendants.