As soon as Hexi said these words, the faces of all the people present immediately turned ugly and frightening.
Uncle Qiu gritted his teeth even more, his eyes were full of anxiety and guilt.
Wei Chengyuan walked up to Hexi, and whispered in her ear: "A month ago, I reported the fact that you cured Zhang Yi, but at that time, it was President Lu Xuyang who treated your lord. The president said that Zhang Yi's illness and the honor's illness are just the same symptoms, but not the same cause, and said that changing the treatment plan at will will put the honor's life in danger."
"That's why this matter dragged on. Until just now, Your Majesty suddenly fell ill, but Chairman Lu left early because he diagnosed the attack cycle to be more than ten days. They can only come to you for treatment."
Lu Xuyang, is that the president of the Physician Association, a tenth-level physician, and Lu Zhixi's father
Hexi frowned slightly, and Lu Xuyang was not lying when he said that Zhang Yi and this middle-aged man had different ailments.
However, with Lu Xuyang's medical skills, can't it really be seen that the onset cycle of this statue is only two days? Moreover, judging from the changes in the lesions of the middle-aged man she examined, she always felt a little strange.
It seemed that the rate of deterioration of the condition was too fast, as if it was not a natural mutation, but artificially promoted.
Uncle Qiu discussed with a few Nascent Soul Stage people beside him for a while, and finally stepped forward and said, "Xi Yue, how sure are you that you can cure your lord's illness?"
"Sixty percent."
"Only 60%?!" Uncle Qiu's complexion changed drastically, and he growled, "Xi Yue, you are so brave! You are only 60% sure, how dare you treat your superior?!"
He Xi sneered, not afraid of the coercion emanating from Uncle Qiu, "If he dies, he has no hope of surviving."
Uncle Qiu was trembling with anger, and was about to scold angrily, when a person came up behind him and said in a deep voice, "Xi Yue, can you tell me, what can you do to cure your lord?"
This voice, which Hexi recognized, was the voice before entering the barrier.
But Hexi smiled and said: "It's not that I can't say my way, but I'm afraid you won't dare to try it. Therefore, before making a decision, let your lords wake up first!"
As soon as the words fell, the spiritual power in Hexi's hand poured into the silver needle on the top of the statue again.
I saw wisps of black smoke starting to emit from every silver needle.
And as the black smoke dissipated, His Majesty's complexion gradually changed from black to normal.
After half an hour, seeing that there was no more black air overflowing, Hexi carefully pulled out the silver needles.
Until the last half-foot-long golden needle at Baihui Point was taken out, the Zunshang suddenly felt his chest rise and fall, let out a breath, and slowly opened his eyes.
"My lord!"
"My lord! You finally woke up!"
Everyone rushed over one after another, with ecstasy on their faces, Uncle Qiu even had tears in his eyes.
Hexi's eyes also met those of the middle-aged man.
It was a pair of seemingly ordinary eyes, but when the owner of the eyes was concentrated, a strong sense of oppression suddenly burst out.
That is not a deliberate oppression of spiritual power, but an innate oppression precipitated with experience and strength.
Those sharp eyes swept across her body, and Hexi felt as if she had been seen through from inside to outside.
She trembled slightly in her heart, and there was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the elder, and said slowly: "You are Xi Yue?"
Hexi let out a breath slowly, looked back neither humble nor overbearing, "Yes."