"Bang", the big ghost hit the golden light with his claws, and roared at the Taoist priest with his bloody mouth. The Taoist priest spitted at it and walked back to the yard with his hands behind his back.

"Pai Pa", Tang Yaya patted her chest with lingering fear: "Dog-Damn, I'm scared!"

Yun Xing breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not just you who are scared to death, I'm going to be scared to death!"

The Taoist priest stopped and looked at the two of them: "Give me the things, I'll cook the medicine!"

Tang Yaya handed him the thing: "I'm afraid I won't have enough to buy double copies."

"I'm interested!" The Taoist priest took the place and walked towards another living room.

Taoist Yun Xingxieleng pulled Tang Yaya to the room where Wu Dao was: "Don't pay attention to him, he obviously knows how to treat a doctor, but he still asks us to come over to see a doctor."

"Pa", Tang Yaya patted her forehead: "How can I forget this? People who practice martial arts usually treat their wounds and treat them."

Yun Xing glanced at her: "That's not necessarily, I won't!"

"I'm talking about martial arts practitioners from the sect, and I know more about it!" Tang Yaya explained.

Yun Xing looked at her: "Then you will be able to say that, too?"

She looked at Wu who was unconscious and said, "I can't cure internal injuries. Look at him being seriously injured like this!"

"I don't know how long it will take to wake up this time?" Yun Xing frowned worriedly.

The old doctor looked at the two of them and said, "I can't wake up for ten days or half a month!"

"So serious?" Tang Yaya looked at him in surprise.

"Well, the internal organs are not only damaged but also have signs of displacement." He nodded and looked at Wu Dao.

"I hope the medicine prescribed by that Taoist priest will work!" Yun Xing said and sat aside.

Tang Yaya sat on another chair: "I can't see the efficacy for a while, wait!"

The fragrance of medicine filled the entire courtyard. The Taoist priest sat by the fire and stared at the medicine pot. Two lamas sat opposite him.

"Is that evil ghost still there?" asked the middle-aged lama.

The Taoist priest nodded frownly: "It's still here!"

"Is there a solution?" the elderly lama continued.

The Taoist priest shook his head: "I haven't figured out any solution yet. Let's talk about it when the wound is healed."

The middle-aged lama glanced at the door: "Do you need our help?"

The Taoist priest looked up at the two of them and shook his head again: "Let me wait for a few days to stay."

"This is easy to say, so I'll recover from the wound first!" The old lama looked out the window worriedly: "Can the temple block it?"

"Yes, as long as the temple is in it, you can't get in!" the Taoist priest nodded.

"That's good! That's good!" The old lama nodded slowly.

The Taoist priest picked up the medicine pot and poured it into the bowl on the table next to him. He put down the medicine pot and picked up the bowl and walked towards the door.

Yun Xing looked at the Taoist priest in surprise: "Are you sure you drink while it's hot?"

"Don't talk too much, help him up quickly!" the Taoist priest replied impatiently.

Tang Yaya stood up and looked at Yun Xing: "There must be a reason to drink while it is hot, help him up!"

"I know this, but it will burn your throat so hot?" Yun Xing helped Wu Dao up.

"It's not bad to burn, although it's hot, it's relatively gentle!" The Taoist priest said as he pinched Wu Dao's mouth open, raised his hand holding the bowl, his wrist slightly tilted, and the dark brown medicine liquid flowed to the bottom of the bowl and then into Wu Dao's mouth.

Yun Xing looked at the medicine liquid flowing into a line and felt relieved. Tang Yaya looked at the Taoist priest: "Don't pour the medicine residue you have finished, leave it to me!"

The Taoist priest glanced at her in confusion: "What do you want the medicine residue to do?"

"Make medicinal food!" Tang Yaya replied.

"Okay!" The Taoist continued to give Wu Dao medicine.

Yun Xing glanced at the Taoist priest: "Do you think of how to solve the ghost outside?"

"Not yet!" The Taoist priest closed Wu Dao's mouth and waited for him to swallow the medicine and continued to pour it: "Don't let him lie down after feeding the medicine, wait until he vomited bleeding before lying down."

Yun Xing stared at the Taoist priest with anger: "Why do you vomit blood?"

"Because of the injury and blood stasis, it must be discharged!" The Taoist priest replied angrily.

"I understand!" Yun Xing looked at the thin lines of medicine and stopped talking.

The Taoist priest took a bowl of medicine and turned around and left. Yun Xing and Tang Yaya supported Wu Dao and sat against the wall and waited for the reaction of the medicine to work.

The old doctor looked at the two of them: "How can the medicine work so fast? Don't keep watching." Wu Dao reacted as soon as he finished speaking. He was very calm and suddenly frowned and his body trembled.

Yun Xing and Tang Yaya immediately became nervous, and their eyes were holding his body without blinking.

"Puff", Wu Dao suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of thick blood. The two women quickly helped him to the edge of the bed. He opened his mouth and spit out another mouthful of thick blood, and the blood was mixed with black blood clots and medicine.

"Wu Dao, how are you?" Yun Xing patted his back.

He opened his eyes and raised his arms to rub the blood on his lips: "It feels much better! Where is this?"

"Five Pagoda Temple!" Tang Yaya replied.

The Taoist priest walked in with a pack of silver needles in his hand, looking at Wu who woke up, saying, "You have to lie down, I want to give you an injection!"

Wu Dao looked at him: "How did you get here?"

The Taoist priest walked to the bed and said, "I'm running over here and lie down quickly. I have to take advantage of the effects of the medicine!"

"Where is that evil ghost?" Wu Dao asked again, Yun Xing held him and lay on the bed, and Tang Yaya took the opportunity to remove the bloody bed sheet.

"It's still here, just outside the yard!" Yun Xing replied.

The old doctor approached and looked at the Taoist priest: "Master, can I take a look at the healing prescription?"

The Taoist priest glanced at him: "One million!"

"What?" the old doctor asked in confusion.

The Taoist priest lifted Wu Dao's clothes: "I said you give me one million and I'll show you!" Wu Dao's back had a large bruise and a broken piece of skin.

The old doctor frowned: "Everyone is practicing medicine. If you learn from each other, I can treat more patients."

"Not interested!" The Taoist priest looked at Tang Yaya: "Please go to the next room and bring the alcohol stove you bought for me. I have to disinfect the needle."

"Okay!" Tang Yaya turned around and ran towards the door.

"A good prescription can benefit more patients, why not do it?" The old doctor reasoned to the Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest stared at him angrily: "Are you annoying? Do you not charge money for treatment when you get the prescription? What I see in your eyes is greed, and you are actually embarrassed to talk to me about morality. The older you are, the thicker your skin is, right?"

Tang Yaya returned with the alcohol stove and watched in surprise as the two of them handed the alcohol stove to the Taoist priest.

The old doctor's face changed constantly when he was criticized, and he stared at the Taoist priest and stopped talking.

The Taoist lit an alcohol stove and pulled out a needle from the needle bag and put it on the fire: "You can watch or learn, but I want to tell you that without medicine, you can definitely kill people!"

"Who is willing to learn from your sidelines?" The old doctor was stunned and walked to the side with a glance.

The Taoist priest pressed Wu Dao's bruises and slowly stabbed the silver needle in. He flicked the needle and asked Wu, "What does it feel?"

Wu Dao frowned: "When my injury heals, the first thing I do is to beat you!"
Chapter completed!