"I believe that someone like you would not want to die in such a cowardly way from such a minor illness, right?"
As soon as he finished speaking, He Xi suddenly felt the spiritual power he had extended suddenly spread in his brain.
The structure of the middle-aged man's brain and the condition of the lesions were clearly reflected in her consciousness.
A smile appeared on He Xi's face. Without hesitation, he took out dozens of silver needles and inserted them into the major acupuncture points on the middle-aged man's body.
After a while, there was silence in the room. Everyone looked at the appearance of their master at this moment, and they were all terrified.
The Lord, who has always been majestic and high-ranking, now has a head like a hedgehog, full of silver needles.
It was so ridiculous that it was beyond words, but no one could laugh.
But what made Uncle Qiu and others feel relieved was that the Lord, who had originally had no breath, actually began to breathe steadily after this hedgehog-like stabbing.
Uncle Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at He Xi nervously and expectantly, "Xi Yue, has your majesty's illness been cured?"
"Cure? Are you daydreaming?" He Xi sneered, "Don't even think about curing him. If he gets sick again, you can just wait to collect his corpse."
“You…what did you say?!”
"You stinky boy, how dare you talk nonsense? Are you tired of living?!"
He Xi narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Even if he doesn't die, if he continues to suffer from this disease, sooner or later he will become an idiot and lose all his mind. I am just telling you the truth. If you don't like to hear it, there is nothing I can do."
Seeing the tense atmosphere, Wei Chengyuan quickly stepped out and asked, "Xiyue, do you have any basis for making such a diagnosis?"
He Xi saw Wei Chengyuan's nervous and worried expression and knew that he was really worried about him, so he could only sigh and said, "You have never seen this kind of disease, so you don't know the real cause. But if you don't believe it, we can try. According to his current condition, the attack cycle is only two days at most. We can wait two days and see if he will have another attack."
"However, I cannot guarantee whether I can survive the next attack, or whether my current bloodletting with golden needles will be effective."
When Hexi said this, Qiu Shu and others all changed color.
Because the last time this middle-aged man fell ill was two days ago.
But the doctor who diagnosed him at the time said that the onset period would still last for more than ten days, so they did not make any preparations.
Who would have known that just a few hours ago, His Majesty suddenly said that he was not feeling well and asked them to find someone to treat him immediately.
Originally they thought it was the Lord's illusion. After all, the attack cycle predicted by Dr. Lu Xuyang, who was so skilled in medicine, had never been missed. But... they didn't expect it to be true.
So, is this young man, Xi Yue, really such a skilled doctor
Uncle Qiu took a deep breath and said, "If we treat him in these two days, can we cure His Majesty's illness?"
He Xi shook his head: "I can't guarantee that I can cure it, I can only say that I will do my best."
Uncle Qiu frowned anxiously and said, "But when you treated Zhang Yi, you clearly said that you could definitely cure him!"
He Xi narrowed his eyes, sneered, and said coldly: "You also know that when you treated Zhang Yi, what was his disease cycle? What is your Lord's disease cycle now? If you let me treat you a month earlier, maybe I can still say that I am 100% sure." (To be continued)