It was not because of the pill that the insane martial artist regained consciousness, but because Jun Changxiao integrated a ray of fire soul power into it in advance, and after taking it, he successfully purified the fire poison of left and right thinking and nerves.
Disclaimer, it's just a very ordinary pill, not a pill rubbed out from the bosom, and the dog leftover is not that dirty.
Of course.
I have to praise Miao Saifeng.
The diagnosis and treatment of poisoning symptoms are even better than Sun Bukong.
People who focus on the way of poison are naturally good at detoxification.
And after saving the crazy warrior, Jun Changxiao also instantly realized that this is definitely a big business opportunity!
I learned from the middle-aged population just now that this kind of fire poison has a high incidence in the Red Hell world. Since I can easily resolve it, I can help them cure their diseases to earn flint!
really.
Standing on the street and fooling around for a while, the passers-by believed it all.
Crazy martial artist recovers, this is a real thing that happened before them, and they are not allowed to question it!
What's more, the person who was rescued was a local in the city, and neighbors who knew him well knew that he had signs of infection before, and there was no intentional oboe playing.
"Miraculous doctor!"
"This is a miracle doctor!"
For a while, the news that the insane patient did not die suddenly, but was cured spread in Zunwu City, and even alarmed the city lord, who came to the inn to visit Jun Changxiao in person that night.
Do you want to be so exaggerated
Readers who have studied the history of the Red Hell World all the year round should understand that this fire-poison disease exists for a long time, and as long as it suffers, it will be defined as a terminal illness. Unless the breakthrough level is extremely high, there is no cure.
…
The lord of Zunwu City, surnamed Wang, is about fifty or sixty years old, and his temples have turned white.
After he walked into the inn room, he lowered his posture, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Jun, the dog is also terminally ill, and he can still help you!"
"It is our responsibility to save the dying and heal the wounded."
Jun Changxiao needs to gain popularity as soon as possible so as to treat more patients, so naturally he will not miss this opportunity.
So, that night, I went to the city lord's mansion and saw the son of the city lord locked in a dark room. He sometimes grinned silly and sometimes talked to himself, like a mentally ill patient.
"metropolitan."
Miao Saifeng, who was on the Wangu ship, sent the picture through special glasses, saying: "This person should be in the early stage of poisoning and in a state of insanity. If he doesn't get treatment, he will go crazy sooner or later and die suddenly."
"..."
Sun Bukong shed tears.
He was supposed to be good at things like curing diseases, but Hall Master Miao stole the limelight in the end.
"City Lord Wang."
After observing carefully with the appearance of a genius doctor, Jun Changxiao said, "Your son's illness can be cured with just one pill."
City Lord Wang was overjoyed upon hearing this.
"but."
Jun Chang smiled and said: "The medicinal materials needed for pills are extremely expensive, so..."
After all, City Lord Wang is a battle-tested veteran, before he could say anything, he said bluntly: "Mr. Jun, Mr. Wang bought the pill, so you can ask for a price!"
"Ten first-class flints!"
Jun Changxiao is not a person who beats around the bush, he is the energy source of the red hell world, and he is lowly.
City Lord Wang was stunned.
how
Do you want too much
City Lord Wang's face changed, and he said displeasedly: "If Mr. Jun's elixir can cure Gouzi's terminal illness, giving ten first-class flints would be a blasphemy to a genius doctor like you, so at least a thousand!"
"..."
The corner of Jun Changxiao's mouth twitched violently.
The difference between ten and one thousand is huge!
The system couldn't help complaining: "Why do I feel like the author is deliberately whitewashing the host."
…
The Lord Wang was very generous and promised to give a thousand first-class flints.
However, the premise must be based on the fact that Aiko's terminal illness can be cured, otherwise he will be regarded as a magic stick and put in prison for food.
It's not ruthless, but throughout the ages, many people have swindled and deceived in the Red Prison under the name of treating fire and poison.
Of course.
Jun Changxiao has real skills.
He took out a pill from his bosom that had been fused into the power of the fire soul in advance, and threw it into the mouth of the son of the city lord. After a while, the other party gradually returned to normal from dementia, and said, "Father... what's wrong with me?"
"My son..."
"Sober!"
City Lord Wang burst into tears.
Although he has many wives and concubines, but there is only such a precious son, now seeing his clear eyes and normal behavior, he must be unable to control his emotions.
"Mr. Jun!" Hastily bowed to Jun Chang with a smile, "He is really a miracle doctor!"
Jun Changxiao exhorted: "Your son has just recovered from a serious illness, and his body is weak. He needs to take care of him for several months."
"understand!"
While talking, City Lord Wang winked at several accompanying doctors, who hurried to help Young Master, took the opportunity to diagnose the inner body, and said via voice transmission: "Master City Master, the violent power in Young Master's body has been completely eliminated!"
…
Prince Wang's terminal illness was cured, and the city lord's mansion suddenly became lively. Jun Changxiao, who is known as a genius doctor, naturally had to be arranged for a meal.
at the table.
City Lord Wang presented a thousand first-class flints, raised his glass and said, "This incurable disease has plagued the Red Hell Realm for many years. If Mr. can cure it, it will surely benefit the present age and benefit the future!"
"City Lord Wang has won the prize!"
Jun Changxiao said modestly: "Jun is just a country doctor, he only hopes to help more patients with his meager strength, and he doesn't care about the so-called fame and fortune."
If he hadn't seen him collecting money as fast as lightning, City Lord Wang would have almost believed it.
"Sovereign Monarch."
"The incidence of terminal illness is extremely high, especially for high-ranking officials. If you have the ability to cure, you will surely flourish in the future."
Jun Changxiao didn't care on the surface, but he was happy in his heart.
The more patients there are, the more money I can make.
…
Jun Changxiao temporarily lived in the City Lord's Mansion.
In the dead of night, he forced out the alcohol, took out a first-class flint from the interspatial ring, and said, "See how it works."
"brush!"
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the spirit was released.
Strictly speaking, Jun Changxiao is also a fire cultivator. After all, he has the body of the holy flame and the spirit of the fire soul. This kind of martial arts resources with extremely high fire attributes can be used to absorb them.
"call out!"
"call out!"
Wisps of fire-type energy floated into the dantian and gradually merged with the energy core.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Jun Chang smiled and frowned.
Although this kind of energy from Flint is extremely pure, there is actually a hint of violent power mixed in it.
"Could it be..."
Gou Sheng guessed: "The reason why the fighters in the Red Prison Realm are terminally ill is that they ingest flint for a long time, and the accumulation of small amounts of flint will lead to the onset of the disease?"
"The incidence of terminal illness is extremely high, especially among high-ranking officials."
What City Lord Wang said at the banquet earlier rang in his ears, making him affirmed: "It should be close to ten!"
It must be easy for dignitaries to obtain Flint, and their intake is much higher than that of ordinary people, so it is easy to understand that they are the main group of patients.
"Tsk tsk."
Jun Chang laughed and said with emotion: "This is a disease of wealth."
"call out!"
With a thought, the power of the fire soul pervades, purifying the irritability in the dantian.
"The cause of the disease has been found." Jun Chang touched his chin with a smile, and said, "If you can develop a preventive medicine to curb the power of rage, wouldn't you become rich overnight?"
"Hall Master Miao."
Jun Changxiao asked with sound transmission: "Can this kind of fire poison be prevented?"
"Can."
Miao Saifeng said: "However, the suzerain needs to provide the power of the fire soul, and it will take some time."
"how long?"
"Fast is three to five months, slow is three to five years."
"This kind of fire-toxin terminal disease can only be solved by dealing with the root cause, so I leave it to you. Be sure to research a preventive medicine as soon as possible."
…
Jun Changxiao lived in the city lord's mansion for several days in a row. When the news spread that the city lord's son had recovered, more and more famous families brought the patients to heal him one after another, and prepared thousands of first-class flints one after another.
honestly.
Fire poison terminal illness is really a rich man's disease.
Jun Changxiao has treated so many patients, but he has never met anyone with an ordinary status. It can be seen that it is difficult to ingest flint, and it is almost impossible to get sick.
"Mr. Jun."
One day, when he came back from shopping outside, City Master Wang walked over in a panic and whispered, "A nobleman is here to visit you."
"How expensive?"
"The royal family of the Canglan Empire!"