The King of Hell is Genius Pampered Wife

The young people's eyes are like the moonlight in winter night. They are icy, with the coldness and contempt. The fire of Dr. Xie surges up. Without thinking about it, they say: "OK! Good! You really can't see the coffin without tears! I'll take this bet with you. If you cure the young man, I'll kowtow to you three times in public and worship you as my teacher. But if you don't cure good people, just follow me to the punishment department and accept the most serious criminal law of pretending to be a doctor! Boy, dare you? "

He Xi picked up his eyebrows and said with a smile: "even if you are willing to recognize your master, I don't want you to be such an old and ugly apprentice! If you lose, just knock three times. "

"You -! You --! "

Doctor Xie blew his beard angrily and stared at him. He wished he could rush to break the young man's thin neck.

But where will he go to deal with him, he just looked at the little girl with cold eyes: "I promise to do my best to treat your brother, and I have 80% assurance that he will recover. But all treatments are at risk, you Would you believe me? "

The little girl looked up at He Xi. In her clear eyes, she didn't know when to shine the purple light, just like the most beautiful Aurora she saw in the forest.

She seemed to be possessed, unable to bear half of the doubt and resistance in her heart, and nodded slowly.

The little girl's consent relieved him. She asked manager Zhou for help and carried the young man into the hall of Shengde hall and put him on a table with more than one person.

Doctor Xie and shopkeeper Qin also came with frost on their faces. They must see with their own eyes how the brag broke the cow's skin and made a fool of himself.

In the hall of the Church of virtue, there are curious people on the third floor and the third floor.

He Xi stood in the crowd's most important, calmly took out a package of silver needles from the space.

These silver needles are different in length, thick and thin. There is also a strange smell of Medicine on the silver needles, which makes the onlookers wonder.

But beyond surprise, there is more contempt and ridicule. At this moment, no one believes that a teenager who looks no more than 16 or 17 years old and has no obvious fluctuation of spiritual power may cure a patient with broken meridians.

He Xi's eyes, nose, and heart began to insert the silver needle into the body of the youth at the fastest speed.

The hall of Shengde hall is full of candlelight, and the setting sun outside is gathered on the hands of young people who are carved like beautiful jade.

They only felt that the illusion of butterflies and flowers flashed and disappeared in front of them. In a blink of an eye, the young man who was lying on the table in ragged clothes had been stripped of his coat and covered with silver needles with thin hair, just like a hedgehog.

"Here What kind of treatment is this? How come I've never seen it? " Someone exclaimed.

"Don't say I've seen it, I haven't even heard of it!"

"Why can't I feel any fluctuation of psychic power? Doesn't she use psychic power to heal her wounds?"

There are many noisy voices, but He Xi doesn't hear them. He just concentrates on playing with the silver needle and the body of the youth.

This kind of continuous needle insertion and acupoint stimulation lasted for half an hour. The perspiration on Hexi's forehead has been sparkling. The perspiration drops down slowly and falls on her long eyelashes, like the dew on the lotus leaf, which can't be dropped.