The middle-aged man took Uncle Qiu's hand and sat up straight. The noble aura of having been in a high position for a long time emanated from his body naturally, and even his disheveled appearance could not be reduced in the slightest.
Uncle Qiu had long been accustomed to such pressure from His Majesty, but he was extremely surprised. He did not expect that Xi Yue, who was so young and whose cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Stage, did not lose her composure at all when facing His Majesty.
It seems that this little guy is indeed quite capable.
The middle-aged man coughed lightly and said calmly: "Can you tell me your treatment method now?"
Although he had been in a state of confusion and coma just now, he was very aware of what was happening around him.
He Xi simply uttered two words: "Craniotomy."
Craniotomy? Uncle Qiu was stunned for a moment, then said in disbelief: "The craniotomy you mentioned is not what I understand, right?"
He Xi chuckled, "The lesion is located in his brain, and it has reached the point where no medicine can cure it, so the only way is to open the skull and remove it. You didn't misunderstand it at all."
"Are you kidding me?!" Someone couldn't help but screamed, "I know so many doctors, but I've never heard of a treatment like craniotomy! Do you want to save people, or do you want to murder His Majesty?"
As he spoke, the man looked at the white-bearded old man beside him and said, "Doctor Min, you are a ninth-rank doctor. Can you tell me if there is really a method of craniotomy in the world?"
The white-bearded old man shook his head and said, "I've never heard of it."
"Did you hear that, boy? Tell me clearly, who sent you to murder the master..."
"You are a frog in a well, and you have paranoid delusions." He Xi sneered, "The road of medicine has no end, let alone the beginning. Heart removal and replacement, abdominal surgery to repair internal organs are all commonly used surgical techniques. I also said that I have my own treatment methods. If you don't believe me, you can ask someone else to treat you. I am not willing to do such a time-consuming and laborious operation!"
After saying that, he turned and was about to leave.
At this moment, Uncle Qiu and others became anxious and quickly signaled Wei Chengyuan to hold him back.
"Xiyue, it's not that we don't believe it, it's just that the method of craniotomy is too horrifying. And isn't your problem the same as Zhang Yi's? Why can't you use Zhang Yi's treatment plan?"
Although people in the world of cultivation have long been accustomed to all kinds of strange methods, they are not as averse to surgery as the real ancients.
But cutting open a person's head is too sensational. Where can one find such a treatment method
He Xi shook his head and said, "I have said before that the causes of their illness are different, but their symptoms are similar. If your Lord had used Zhang Yi's treatment a month ago, it would have been fine."
"But, your majesty's condition a few years ago was much milder than Zhang Yi's. And..."
He Xi raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slowly: "Moreover, every time he gets sick, there will be a doctor to help him use spiritual power to relieve the lesions? Because of this guidance, your Lord did not suffer as much as Zhang Yi, right?"
"You...how do you know?"
"How do I know it's not important?" He Xi narrowed his eyes slightly, holding a silver needle in his hand, gently turning it in circles, emitting a cold light, "The important thing is that it is precisely because of your actions that your Lord's condition has deteriorated so quickly. To the point that now, elixirs and silver needles are powerless."
As soon as these words came out, everyone present except the middle-aged man changed color in shock. (To be continued)