Yang Baixiu's pupils shrank, as if he was very shocked that Qin Yang saw that he was injured.
The three hall leaders, King Ji Huai, were shocked. The president was a warrior of heaven and man, and he was actually injured?
Yang Baixiu took a deep breath: "Mr. Qin... can actually see it. Is it through the power of spiritual thoughts or from the perspective of a doctor?"
"Doctor."
When Yang Baixiu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and then, under the shocked eyes of the three hall masters, he made a half-bow.
"Since sir can see my injuries, he must be able to treat me. Yang Baixiu begs sir to take action and heal me!"
Qin Yang shook his head: "Why should I heal you? What if I cure you and you kill me to avenge Wen Tianlu?"
Yang Baixiu's expression changed and he said gloomily: "What sir said... I don't know how to dispel your concerns."
"I can only make some feeble verbal guarantees..."
"I just want you to heal my injuries, and I can pay the medical expenses. The price is all decided by your husband. This is a business."
King Ji Huai said quickly: "Mr. Qin, if the president makes a promise, he will never break the contract. You can believe this, and I can guarantee it for the president!"
After King Ji Huai finished speaking, Yang Baixiu was also a little surprised, probably because he didn't expect him to speak for him.
"Mr. Qin, the president is not a bad person. I guarantee with my life that he will never do anything to repay kindness with enmity!"
King Ji Huai looked solemn and his eyes were hopeful.
Seeing this, Qin Yang thought for a moment and said, "For the sake of Hall Master Ji, I will treat President Yang."
Yang Baixiu's body was shaken and he hurriedly bowed and thanked: "Thank you sir!"
Yang Baixiu lived in the attic at the back that Qin Yang had seen before. Qin Yang looked at it many times because he discovered Yang Baixiu's aura.
In the attic, there are books, weapons, and medicinal herbs. The collection is extremely rich.
King Ji Huai also followed. He could be said to have reached the sky in one step, from the original master of Xuantang to a popular figure in front of the president.
After arriving and sitting down on the top floor, Yang Baixiu asked politely: "How can Mr. Qin need my cooperation?"
Qin Yang said: "Sit down cross-legged and take off your shirt."
Yang Baixiu did as he was told, and Qin Yang dropped several silver needles on his chest and back.
Then he went downstairs to get some herbs from the herbal shop and called King Ji Huai to boil them.
After Qin Yang applied the acupuncture, there was no movement. He asked: "President Yang was injured in a fight with the land immortal, right?"
"Mr. Qin has a keen eye. It's true. The opponent is stronger than me. If I hadn't run faster, maybe I would have died."
Yang Baixiu sighed: "Although the martial arts heavenly beings are strong, they still feel much inferior to the land immortals."
Qin Yang didn't say much. It can be said that the land immortals have truly stepped into the threshold of immortal cultivators, which is different from the same.
While he was crushing the herbs, he infused the evergreen energy into them.
Yang Baixiu is a martial arts person, and his perception is extremely weak, so it is difficult to detect the weirdness.
But if you directly inject Evergreen Qi into him, no matter how slow you are, you will still notice abnormalities.
Changqing Zhenqi can be said to be a big trump card in Qin Yang's hand and cannot be exposed easily.
Not long after, Qin Yang kneaded the crushed herbs into pills and asked Yang Baixiu to take them with the boiled soup.
Then he began to deliberately change the acupuncture points where the silver needles fell. About an hour later, Yang Baixiu's pupils glowed with divine light!
A frighteningly powerful force emanated from his body, and the dust in the seats was blown to the corner.