When he reached the door of Yage Auction House, Feng Hao stopped again.
It seems that there is no money?
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he realized that he was completely broke now.
A high-level Xuan-level pharmacist, who is even better than a prefecture-level pharmacist, is short of money. If you tell me, who will believe it?
Just when he was about to turn around, Feng Hao saw a group of people rushing out of the Accord Auction House. They all looked panicked, as if something terrible had happened.
"Get out of the way!"
Six strong men carefully carried an old man with a face as white as a sheet of paper. A dozen strong men shouted in front of and behind him, and with a few young and middle-aged people, they cleared a path towards the "Medicine" in the royal capital.
The Master Guild ran in a hurry.
"Huh?"
Unintentionally, Feng Hao glanced at the old man's face, and when he saw his palm tightly holding his heart, he raised his eyebrows and said, "That man seems to have suffered from the disease recorded in Shennong's Pharmacy Code.
'Coronary heart disease'?"
Getting sick has nothing to do with your level of strength. Even if you are a Martial Sect, a Martial Master, or even a higher level strong person, you will still get sick. Getting sick does not mean that you can resist it if you are strong. If you don't get it, you will get sick.
Treatment is bound to be a dead end!
Therefore, on the Tianwu Continent, the status of a "pharmacist" is extremely noble, and even the strongest at the top will show courtesy to those high-level "pharmacists".
You have high strength and can say that you will not get hurt, but who can guarantee that you will not get sick?
Moreover, diseases are different from wounds. Diseases must have corresponding "drugs" and "properties" to treat them. In other words, if there is no record in every "pharmacopoeia" that can cure a certain disease, then it must be
Cannot be treated.
Ordinary yellow-level pharmacists can only treat common colds. If something is a little more serious, a Xuan-level pharmacist will definitely take action.
Therefore, the quality of a pharmacopoeia mainly depends on how many diseases it can treat. And a pharmacopoeia with more elixirs required to condense the elixir will inevitably be able to treat more diseases.
Many diseases.
However, this kind of 'coronary heart disease' is not an ordinary disease. According to Shennong's Pharmacopoeia, this disease is very likely to affect the elderly, and if it is not treated in time, it is almost a dead end.
One piece.
Originally, Feng Hao wanted to go directly to the academy, but after walking a few steps, he thought for a moment that the old man might be from the Accord Auction House, so he turned around.
"I, Feng Hao, will repay the favor you owe me!"
He sighed softly, shook his head, and walked towards the Medicine Master Guild.
At this time, the Pharmacist Guild in the royal capital was also in chaos because of the old man's illness.
"What's the fuss about?"
An old man He slowly walked down from upstairs, looked at the messy scene, and shouted directly.
This old man is none other than Kuang Yi, the president of the Pharmacist Guild in the Royal Capital, and one of the two Xuan-level intermediate pharmacists in the Xilan Kingdom.
As soon as Kuang Yi came down, the Ouyang family gathered around him.
"President Kuang, you have to take action to save my father."
The speaker was a man with thick eyebrows, who was the head of the Accord, Ouyang Qiong.
Seeing that it was Ouyang Qiong, Kuang Yi's face softened slightly. After all, this Yage Auction House donated a lot of elixirs to the Pharmacists Guild for free every year, and every time, as long as
You put forward your needs, and the people at Accord will do their best to find them for you.
"let me see."
Kuang Yi frowned and walked towards the old man lying there. When everyone saw him, they all got out of the way.
This old man is Ouyang Qiong’s father and the previous head of Accord, Ouyang Yuan.
Looking at Ouyang Yuan's pale face and twitching corners of his mouth, looking at the position where his hands were tightly grasped, and feeling his pulse slightly, Kuang Yi's heart trembled, and he let go.
"I can't cure this disease!"
He sighed softly. Every year, all the dignitaries in the capital died of this disease. To this day, he didn't even know what the disease was. Every patient died in endless pain.
However, this pain will not last long, usually within an hour, the heart will rupture and death will occur.
In fact, everyone in the Ouyang family almost knew it, but they were just lucky. Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qiong staggered and almost fell down, with despair on his face.
"President Kuang, you must save my father!"
He woke up, held Kuang Yi's arm tightly and begged, with tears shining in his tiger eyes.
"Sigh... Even if you go to the imperial capital, you may not be able to cure this disease. It can be said that this is one of the rare terminal diseases in the world. Only those experts who travel around the world can possibly cure it.
rule."
Kuang Yi also explained helplessly.
If a "pharmacist" can't cure a disease, he doesn't feel very good.
"How could this happen? How could this happen...?"
Looking at the faintly twitching old man, Ouyang Qiong's heart also throbbed. His face had long lost its usual shrewdness, replaced by panic and grief.
.
"Who can cure it? Whoever can cure my father's ice, I will pay tens of millions of dollars!"
He let go of Kuang Yi's arm and looked at the pharmacists one by one. However, dozens of pharmacists shook their heads and sighed. Kuang Yi couldn't do it, so how could they cure it?
"I can cure it!"
A clear voice came from outside the Pharmacist Guild, making everyone present hear the sound and look around.
I saw a handsome young man with a delicate appearance, eyes as bright as stars, sword-shaped eyebrows at the temples, and a nose as bold as a hanging nose. He walked in from the front door with a smile on his face.
"Are you a student of Fengyue Academy?"
The school robe Feng Hao wore betrayed his identity.
"This little brother, are you really good?"
Ouyang Qiong also frowned.
Feng Hao looks about fifteen or sixteen years old. For such a young boy, his credibility is indeed not high.
"You'll know if you try it, don't you?"
Feng Hao still had a relaxed smile on his face and spoke calmly.
"etc."
When Feng Hao was about to treat him, Kuang Yi reached out and stopped him. He looked at Feng Hao suspiciously and asked, "Little brother, are you a pharmacist?"
"Well, of course."
Turning his hands, Feng Hao put on the already washed "medicine" robe. Suddenly, he felt noble again.
"High level yellow."
The three stripes on Feng Hao's medicine master's robe also aroused some surprised cries.
"High level yellow, pretty good."
Kuang Yi was also slightly stunned, and then asked again, "Can you, a yellow-level pharmacist, cure this disease?"
"Haha, Mr. President, since you all can't cure it, why not let me try it?"
Hearing this, Feng Hao still smiled and asked.
"President Kuang, let him try it."
Looking at Ouyang Yuan who was twitching even more fiercely, Ouyang Qiong couldn't help but say.
"All right."
Kuang Yi frowned, but still stepped aside.
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