As soon as He Xi said this, everyone present looked frighteningly ugly.
Uncle Qiu clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes filled with anxiety and guilt.
Wei Chengyuan walked up to He Xi and whispered in her ear, "A month ago, I reported that you cured Zhang Yi. However, the one who treated Your Excellency at that time was President Lu Xuyang. President Lu said that Zhang Yi's symptoms and Your Excellency's illness only have the same symptoms, but the causes are different. He also said that changing the treatment plan at will would put Your Excellency's life in danger."
"That's why this matter has been delayed. Until just now, His Majesty suddenly fell ill, but President Lu left early because he diagnosed that the attack cycle is more than ten days. So they can only ask you to treat it."
Lu Xuyang is the president of the Medical Association, a level 10 physician, and Lu Zhixi’s father
He Xi frowned slightly. What Lu Xuyang said about Zhang Yi and the middle-aged man's illness having different causes was not a lie.
However, with Lu Xuyang's medical skills, could he really not see that the illness cycle of this person was only two days? Moreover, from the changes in the lesions of the middle-aged man she examined, it always felt a little strange.
It seems that the disease is worsening too quickly, so quickly that it seems like it is not a natural mutation, but rather a human-induced one.
Uncle Qiu discussed with several Yuanying stage people beside him for a while, and finally stepped forward and said, "Xiyue, how confident are you that you can cure His Majesty's illness?"
"Sixty percent."
"Only 60%?!" Uncle Qiu's face changed drastically, and he growled, "Xi Yue, you are so brave! You dare to treat His Majesty with only 60% confidence?!"
He Xi sneered, not at all afraid of the pressure emanating from Uncle Qiu, "If he is not treated, he won't even have a 10% chance of survival."
Uncle Qiu was so angry that he was shaking all over. Just as he was about to curse, a man came up from behind and said in a deep voice, "Xi Yue, can you tell me if you have any way to cure Your Majesty?"
He Xi recognized this voice; it was the sound that came from before entering the barrier.
He Xi sneered and said, "It's not that I can't tell you my method, but I'm afraid you don't dare to try it. So, before making a decision, let's wake up your Lord first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the spiritual power in He Xi's hand was once again poured into the silver needle on the top of the statue.
I saw wisps of black smoke coming out of each silver needle.
As the black smoke dissipated, His Majesty's complexion gradually changed from dark blue to normal.
Half an hour later, seeing that there was no more black gas leaking out, He Xi carefully began to remove the silver needles.
Until the last half-foot-long golden needle from the Baihui acupoint was taken out, His Majesty's chest suddenly heaved, he exhaled, and slowly opened his eyes.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty! You finally woke up!"
Everyone rushed over, each with ecstasy on their face, and Uncle Qiu even had tears in his eyes.
He Xi's eyes also met the eyes of the middle-aged man.
Those were a pair of seemingly ordinary eyes, but when the owner of the eyes focused his mind, a powerful sense of oppression suddenly burst out.
That was not a deliberate spiritual pressure, but an innate pressure that came with experience and strength.
The pair of sharp eyes swept over him, and He Xi felt as if he had been seen through from inside to outside.
She was slightly startled, and the Lord also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and slowly said: "Are you Xi Yue?"
He Xi exhaled slowly, and looked back with neither arrogance nor servility, "Yes." (To be continued)