The Eagle King's wings were cut off, and he screamed, large amounts of blood spilled, and he tried to break the window and escape.
"Can you escape?"
Before Yang Tian finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot.
"Oh my God, is this teleportation?"
Looking at Yang Tian who appeared in the sky above Eagle Emperor at the next moment, Xiao Ling'er felt that he was just dreaming. This was a long-lost technique that no one in the world could master.
Little Ling'er was seriously injured, but she still stepped forward to observe with excitement on her face.
The Eagle Emperor's eyes were horrified and dripping with blood. He gritted his teeth and said: "You can't kill me. I signed a covenant with Yang Tian in Kunlun. Humans and demons cannot kill each other. If you violate the covenant, all the demon clan will not let you go."
It’s yours.”
Yang Tian sneered indifferently: "When you were about to kill me just now, why didn't you think that humans and demons can't kill each other?"
The Eagle Emperor was speechless for a moment, but he still held on to this point: "When we were in Kunlun, the giants of both men and monsters were present. The covenant we signed was valid. For decades, no one dared to break it.
Don’t make the mistake of yourself!”
Yang Tian turned a blind eye, his voice revealed wildness
"I want to kill you, no one dares to stop me!"
"You...you can't do this."
Although the Eagle Emperor is also the Demon Emperor, at this moment he is acting like a bereaved dog.
"Sword killing style!"
Yang Tian pointed his sword towards the sky, his eyes were cold and his aura was unparalleled.
"I am the Demon King, how dare you!" The Eagle King looked frightened, not believing that Yang Tian would kill him even if he broke the covenant.
However, when the cold sword energy hit him, he couldn't help it even if he didn't believe it.
Eagle Emperor has lost his previous arrogance and is completely afraid of Yang Tian.
However, it was too late at this time. Thousands of sword energy rushed over and cut him into a bloody mist in an instant.
The golden-winged eagle, the demon emperor of a generation, fell like this.
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Sensing from a distance that Xiao Ling'er's aura was about to dissipate, Bai Luo rushed towards this side anxiously.
She is Xiao Ling'er's eldest sister. She originally stayed to protect Xiao Ling'er's safety. She thought that Yang Tian was a master and no one would hurt Xiao Ling'er, but she suddenly felt that Xiao Ling'er's aura changed in an instant.
Have to become weaker.
She rushed over anxiously. She didn't know what happened yet, she just heard Yang Tian yelling softly.
Sword killing style!
Then, a scene appeared in front of Bai Luo's eyes, and she was so surprised that her eyes almost popped out.
If she read it correctly, the one who was cut into blood mist with the Sword Killing Style was the Demon King's Golden-winged Eagle!
That was a giant of the demon clan, on the same level as her father.
But now, it seems that he was killed by a young man with a delicate and handsome face.
"this·········!"
She was almost stunned on the spot. This golden-winged eagle was the Demon Emperor, and was once a mortal enemy of her father, the White Emperor.
Bai Luo finally knew why the golden-winged eagle appeared here, and also why little Ling'er was injured.
But he couldn't figure out why a generation of Demon Emperor died in Yang Tian's hands.
Seeing that little Ling'er by the window was fine, she couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. As long as her sister was fine, she wanted to step forward, but Yang Tian's threats forced her to give up!
By killing the Eagle King, Yang Tian seemed to have done a trivial thing.
He returned to the dormitory, held Xiao Ling'er in his arms, and found that the little thing was looking at him with adoration.
The big dark eyes were shining like stars.
Yang Tian raised his eyebrows slightly: "What's wrong Huahua!"
The expression on Xiao Ling'er's little face changed color instantly, and she said angrily: "Don't call me Huahua, my name is Xiao Ling'er!"
This was the second time I heard the voice of the little white fox. Although it was angry, it was very sweet and clear as a mountain spring.
Yang Tian showed a smile and flicked her nose and said: "It's the same, what? Is the injury healed?"
Little Ling'er nodded, her big dark eyes staring at Yang Tian excitedly and said: "Little brother, how powerful are you? The Eagle King who is so powerful can't even make three moves in front of you!"
Yang Tian smiled: "If you practice hard, you can reach my level!"
With that said, he took out a handful of Spirit Gathering Pills from the Colorful Exquisite Tower and said: "It will take some time for you to recover from your injuries. Keep these jelly beans for yourself, don't eat too much!"
Little Ling'er almost fainted with happiness.
It seems that Yang Tian is the only one in this world who can regard the Spirit Gathering Pill as a jelly bean.
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At noon the next day, the First Military Region Hospital in Jiangcheng.
Dean Ji looked at the people who had come all the way and laughed and said, "Thank you all for coming to support us. Thank you all."
One of the kind-browed old men said: "Dean Ji, you are not kind. We have been friends for so many years. Your hospital can treat lung cancer, which is ranked the world's most difficult and complicated disease, and you didn't tell me. Do you still regard me as a friend?"
?”
There was also a middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses who said: "Yes, yes, Dean Ji, we have been kept in the dark for so long, and you are about to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine before you say it, yes."
Isn’t it a bit unreasonable?”
"That's right, Dean Ji, what you did this time is so wrong, you must give us an explanation."
There are more than ten people here, accounting for half of the world in human pulmonary medicine.
They still heard that someone in China suddenly won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, and then they inquired about Dean Ji.
Jiangcheng is only a small city in China, and Jiangcheng First Military Region Hospital is not even ranked among the top 100 hospitals in the country.
At first, no one believed it. After all, lung cancer, which cannot be solved in top foreign hospitals, could be solved here. Who would believe it? What capabilities does this small hospital of theirs have?
However, when it was confirmed that this rumor was true, everyone was dumbfounded.
Those who originally looked down on Dean Ji came to make friends one after another.
Dean Ji was also completely arrogant. That kind-faced old man was the president of Beijing Union Medical College Hospital.
And what is the concept of Union Hospital? It is one of the top two or three major hospitals in the country.
There is also the middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses. Although he is younger than him, he is the most famous Han Yidao in the country.
He has reached the pinnacle of excellence in both medical and surgical operations.
Both of them are famous figures in China. Neither of them won the Nobel Prize.
And here, in a tiny place, they were nominated for an award. How glorious!
However, Dean Ji did not let fame and fortune go to his head. He pressed his hands and said with a bitter smile: "Everyone has misunderstood that the only cure for late-stage lung cancer was in our hospital, but this doctor was not from our hospital."
Everyone was stunned for a moment when they heard this, and then their interest became a little less interesting, and the voices complimenting Dean Ji became much quieter.
The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses asked expectantly as always: "Dean Ji, you said it's not from your hospital. Where is it from? Lanning City? Or Yangcheng City?"
Dean Ji shook his head and said: "None of them!"
The kind-hearted old man looked a little anxious: "Then who is this doctor?"
The man with gold-rimmed glasses lit up his eyes, and then said, "Is it Dr. Gu Hong?"
"Gu Hong? Is that Dr. Gu who is known as the magician?"
"Oh my god, I guess it's him. He is the only one in the country who can solve the problem..."
Before the man finished speaking, a middle-aged woman with a kind face walked in leading a cute little lolita who was about fourteen or fifteen years old.
A tall and thin man was shocked when he saw this, and then exclaimed: "Oh my God, Gu Gu Gu..."
Some people did not see the middle-aged woman and said impatiently: "What are you talking about? Do you think you are a pigeon?"
The tall and thin man gasped and said, "It's Gu Hong! Oh my God, it's Gu Hong here."
Everyone turned around after hearing this. The impatient man's legs softened and he almost knelt down.
"Oh my God, it's Gu Hong!"
"Doctor Gu Hong, you are here!"
"Dr. Gu Hong, I have admired you for a long time."
Everyone was very excited, and sure enough! It was Dr. Gu Hong who cured the patient with advanced lung cancer, otherwise how could she be here.
It was previously rumored that she had no fixed address, but she didn't expect that she would always be in Jiangcheng.
Moreover, she accomplished this feat.
Thinking about being noticed by doctors all over the world, all the doctors here are excited.
It seems that they can enjoy Gu Hong's happiness and enjoy what it feels like to be worshiped by a foreigner.
The middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, Han Yidao, said excitedly: "Dr. Gu Hong, are you here to receive the Nobel Prize in Medicine?"
Gu Hong was a little confused by the enthusiastic crowd. After hearing Han Yidao's words, she was even more stunned: "What do you mean I receive it? Didn't one of you win the Nobel Prize in Medicine? I'm here to congratulate you specially.
