Muyan looked at the middle-aged man and the patient who appeared in the center of the palace, with an extremely gentle smile on her face.
This middle-aged man is one of the top physicians in the Lan Empire.
He is honored as the holy hand of a country.
Even Muyan has heard the name "Doctor Liang".
Everyone in this game can see how important doctors are to winning or losing the game.
And sending this "Holy Hand of the Country" Dr. Liang to her, hoping to be her help, is the most precious support and love from the good day army to her.
And compared to Muyan's gentle smile.
The other alchemists were ecstatic.
They didn't expect that they were not ranked high in the first place, but they were so lucky that they were drawn into a group with Ye Dashen.
Now that Dr. Liang is diagnosing the patient's condition, their chances of making alchemy for the disease have increased by more than a little bit.
One sentence [the game begins].
The hazy mist that had shrouded the patient dissipated.
Dr. Liang immediately turned around and probed into the patient's body with his spiritual sense.
After probing with his spiritual sense, he didn't immediately draw a conclusion.
Instead, he took the patient's hand to feel his pulse, and checked his pupils and tongue coating.
Even if the patient didn't check the symptoms inside, but only looked at the outside, he was already terminally ill and terribly miserable.
All the veins on his body were slightly raised, showing dark brown.
Ulcers and pustules also appeared in some intersections of meridians.
His body twitched from time to time, his eyes turned white, and vomit overflowed from his lips.
There was an unbearable stench from his body.
However, Dr. Liang didn't seem to be aware of these things. He bent down without changing his expression, unbuttoned the patient's clothes, and checked him inch by inch for any meridians.
Even ignoring the abscess on his chest, he stuck it to his heart and listened to his heartbeat.
This diagnosis lasted for more than half an hour.
The second round was shorter than the first round, only two hours.
The alchemists in the room were obviously anxious.
Because those special elixir, even if it is only refined for one furnace, it will take at least half an hour.
And if the patient has different diseases, one batch of pills may not be enough.
If this continues, they will be too late.
In particular, the voices of people yelling in the Zhisheng Square could be heard from time to time.
"Look, Doctor Huang has already diagnosed, ah, Master Su Qingling has already started refining!"
"Jun Qingwan has also started refining pills!"
"Oh, why hasn't Dr. Liang finished his diagnosis yet! God Ye will have no time to make alchemy anytime soon. Is it really right for us to choose Dr. Liang?"
The alchemists in the same group as Muyan were sweating coldly from their foreheads.
Only Muyan looked extremely calm, her eyes were not on Dr. Liang from the beginning to the end, but directly on the patient.
When the time is about to pass an hour.
Dr. Liang finally raised his head, and said calmly, "Okay, I've finished the diagnosis, you guys can start alchemy."
The alchemists below were shocked, waiting for him to tell his illness one by one.
However, Dr. Liang said: "This patient's condition is too complicated. Even if I tell you the condition, you don't know how to make alchemy. Now I'm talking about a kind of elixir, you take one, and then follow what I said The ratio can be directly refined into a pill."
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the square and the palace was stunned.
"Damn!! Is it still possible to do this?!"
"Oh my god, I blamed Dr. Liang for being too slow just now, but now I know what a real national player is!"