Ning Xuan still remembered the last second when he was fighting with the villains in the Lawless Zone for a thumb-sized mysterious meteorite under a strange dry cave on the outskirts of Fengdu, but he happened to catch up with the seventh spiritual energy eruption.

The heaven and earth shook, and he himself turned into powder.

Unexpectedly, when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in this era.

Ning Xuan's expression became dull, and he had already accepted the fact of rebirth...

Ning Xuan leaned against the car window quietly, looking at the scenery extending back outside with dull eyes. The ancient well was not wavering. He remembered clearly that at 8:30 tonight, the first wave of spiritual energy recovery would come, and Fengdu would be there.

Located at the very center of this spiritual energy explosion.

At this moment, a sudden exclamation sounded.

"Mr. Song, you are...come here quickly. Mr. Song is ill."

Ning Xuan tilted his gaze slightly towards the place where the sound came from, and saw that in this carriage, a middle-aged man in a suit with his head raised up, was anxiously supporting an old man. People sitting nearby were also watching.

passed.

Seeing that the old man's face was turning purple, his breathing was not smooth, and he was almost fainting, it was nine out of ten that he had a heart disease.

And then, the middle-aged man's words also proved this point: "Mr. Song has a heart attack. If any of you here know medical care, the Song family will be richly rewarded."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man was covered in cold sweat. This time Mr. Song went to Fengdu because of an emergency. He didn't bring any medicine with him, but he escorted him. He took great care of him, but he didn't expect that something happened.

If Mr. Song has any shortcomings, his life will be completely ruined.

At that moment, he shouted louder to the people around him.

At this time, an old man in his 50s who was sitting behind Ning Xuan, wearing a Tang suit and a goatee, stood up and said, "I'm Fang Tangjing, if this little brother is trustworthy, you can let me try it."

When the middle-aged man saw that someone was willing to take action, and it turned out to be a doctor, he was so excited that he quickly gave up his position.

"Old sir, please hurry up and get medical treatment. If it's a little later... Mr. Song is afraid... I'm afraid something will happen!"

Fang Tangjing nodded and did not hesitate. While untying the clothes on Mr. Song's chest, he took out a stack of needle packs from the medical bag he carried with him and took out one of the golden needles that looked like hairs.

Three gilded characters were embroidered on his medical bag: Bajingtang

When everyone in the carriage saw this, they all showed shocked eyes. Bajingtang is the most famous traditional Chinese medicine hall in Yanjing. All the doctors who come out from there are living bodhisattvas who save lives and heal the wounded. The young doctor named Fang Tangjing in front of them

He is already 50 years old. A doctor at this age is definitely a master of Xinglin. It would be easy for him to take action.

Here, Fang Tangjing had already taken action, pricking the golden needle into Mr. Song's heart. His hands were extremely steady, not trembling at all.

I saw Fang Tangjing gently twisting the golden needle with her fingers. Mr. Song's complexion also relaxed a lot, from dark purple to pale, and his breathing became smoother.

"Oh my god, Mr. Song has recovered. He is a miracle doctor!"

When the middle-aged man saw this, he shouted excitedly.

Seeing this, everyone also applauded and praised.

"What a miraculous doctor. The acupuncture technique of China is indeed miraculous."

“There are still many good people in this society!”

"I have seen reports about Dr. Fang on TV. He is indeed a living Bodhisattva who saves lives."

But at this time, a discordant voice sounded.

"If you move this broken needle again, Mr. Song will meet the King of Hell in a moment and a half."

Immediately, there was silence in the carriage!

When Fang Tangjing heard this, she was so shocked that her hand twisting the golden needle stopped instantly.

But the next moment, even with his sophistication, his face darkened. He turned around and saw that the person speaking was a young man leaning against the car window with dull eyes. He couldn't help but said angrily: "This little brother,

Don't you know that speaking out when a doctor is trying to save someone is very dangerous? If something happens to Mr. Song because of you, you will have made a big mistake."

Ning Xuan shook his head, but not a single ripple appeared in his heart.

The middle-aged man couldn't bear it anymore, raised his fist and rushed towards the young man.

He came out with hatred, and the sound of whistling wind caused by his fist could be clearly heard.

This man is actually a practicing master.

The man's fist was getting closer and closer to the boy's head. If he let this punch hit, the boy would definitely get into trouble. He might have to spend a few months in the hospital. If it was more serious, he might even die.

But just when the man's fist was only a palm away from the boy's head, Fang Tangjing, who recovered from the confusion, shouted: "Stop! This little brother can save people!"

The middle-aged man was stunned, and quickly stopped his fists. He ignored the pain in his organs caused by boiling blood and energy, and said, "Doctor Fang, are you telling the truth?"

As he spoke, there was also a look of curiosity in his eyes.

Fang Tangjing glanced at the young man with a complicated look, and then said: "I didn't expect that I was wrong. Since this young man can see symptoms that I can't even see, I think he will not be as knowledgeable as me. Please invite me

I would like to thank you for saving people!"

As he said this, Fang Tangjing arched his hands and made a big salute.

What he just said still sounded in Fang Tangjing's mind. He thought he had been practicing medicine for half his life, but he didn't expect that in the end he couldn't even figure out why Mr. Song would have such an accident. However, the young man in front of him could tell the truth with one word.

A strange man.

Ning Xuan turned around and his eyes stayed on him for a moment, then stood up and said lightly: "I didn't want to bother too much at first, but because of your sincerity, and I'm in a pretty good mood today.

For my own sake, I will take action once."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Xuan also walked up to Mr. Song who had "stretched his corpse".

Ning Xuan looked at Mr. Song, stretched out his smooth and slender right hand, and then placed it on Mr. Song's chest. With an understatement, a gray aura that only he could see dissipated.

Regardless of whether it is before or after rebirth, these methods can still be done.

In an instant, Mr. Song's body trembled violently, and then he coughed violently. It was not until he coughed up a mouthful of fishy and black blood that he finally woke up.

The people around him were already shocked. Only one minute passed from the time the young man took action to the time Mr. Song woke up. What kind of magical method was this?

More importantly, no one knows what they actually did.

I can only be amazed.

Fang Tangjing and the middle-aged man, who had been staring at Ning Xuan since he took action, were looking at him in disbelief, especially Fang Tangjing, who looked like he had seen a ghost.

It was at this time that suddenly, an unexpected change occurred in Ning Xuan's eyebrows.

In the center of his eyebrows, a strange meteorite suddenly disintegrated, and then emitted a glimmer of glory.

Immediately afterwards, another beep came.

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