His words made everyone feel heavy-hearted. Looking at the aura of death shrouding Director Lu, the atmosphere in the entire teaching department became very solemn. Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say.
Although Director Lu was not dead yet, he was not far from death. The aura of death emerging from his body could be seen by all the immortal cultivators present. His spiritual power was gradually weakening, just like a cluster of flames being drenched by rain, gradually becoming smaller...
There are many people practicing Taoism in this world, therefore, there are alchemists and pharmacists, but there are few doctors. The status of doctors in the eyes of Taoism is far lower than that of alchemists and pharmacists, because most doctors can only treat mortals. Generally speaking, there are very few problems with the bodies of Taoism.
Because of this, there are even fewer doctors who have made achievements in medicine and whose medical skills are trusted and respected by others. After all, true medical masters are extremely rare. At least, it is impossible for them to appear in their sixth-class country.
"I wonder if you have ever heard of a ghost doctor?"
A doctor suddenly said, looking at everyone: "If we can find the ghost doctor, I think Director Lu should be able to be saved. However, this ghost doctor's whereabouts are secretive, and it is difficult to find him. In addition, there are only three hours, so even if we find him, it will be too late."
At the end he sighed, shook his head and walked out. It was the same as saying nothing. How could it be possible to find a ghost doctor to save his life within three hours
In his opinion, Director Lu might not be saved. If he was injured, as immortal cultivators, they might have some life-saving pills and potions that could save him, but this disease...it could really be fatal.
"Almost everyone in Qingteng knows the name of the ghost doctor, but only a few have seen him. However, he has a good relationship with the people in the black market. He has also appeared in Qingteng before. Maybe the people in the black market know where he is now." The dean pondered and said to the deputy dean, "Master Guan, go and take my warrant to ask the black market for help."
"Is this... possible? We have to give the black market some respect. I'm worried that even if they know, they won't reveal it."
"Whether you can or not, you have to go. Go! The president of the black market is somewhat of a friend of mine. If he knows the whereabouts of the ghost doctor, he will probably help." The dean handed over the warrant and waved his hand, motioning him to go quickly.
"Okay, I'll go there." Old Guan took the dean's identity token and hurried to the black market.
"Mo Chen, is there any way to extend his life? Even for a day, or a few hours."
The dean looked at Director Lu lying on the bed, sighed, and said, "I recruited this old Lu myself. He has been teaching students at Xingyun for more than ten years. He has always been a rigorous and serious mentor. I really don't want him to be like this..."
"I can use my spiritual power to seal the vitality in his body and stop all the blood vessels and meridians in his body from functioning, putting him in a state of suspended animation. But it can only last for two hours. After two hours, he will still only have three hours left." Mo Chen said indifferently, glancing at the confused Director Lu. To him, he was just a stranger. If the dean had not repeatedly requested, he would never have said this.