Ye Dongcheng finally caught a chance. He just took the opportunity to strike at Wu Zheng's arrogant arrogance, but he heard Wu Zheng laugh and said, "Brother Ye, you are neither a doctor nor a prince? How do you know if you are sick, the prince himself knows. The problem won’t be solved even if the two of us talk here!"
Murong Jing smiled. This time he was really laughing. After laughing, he looked at Wu Zheng and said, "Then Doctor Wu, what is wrong with your king?"
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "Accurately, you are injured, and you are still internally injured, probably because you were hit in the lower ribs on the battlefield five years ago! You hurt your liver."
"Why see?"
"I guess, do you believe me?"
Murong Jing chuckled: "It seems that your master taught you the unique secret technique. This time the king is abrupt. But King Juben knows that you Zhou people are only good at treating people in four ways. One glance at this king knows that this king’s liver is injured, is it possible that this king’s complexion has changed?"
This Wu Zheng really didn't pay attention, he just saw Murong Jing's liver bleeding directly with his eyes.
After looking at these four things, which one can be held by a novice, the face of the injured liver is gloomy, this master and father have been, but not all people with a gloomy complexion have liver problems! Who knows if he forgot to wash his face when he went out in the morning
Wu Zheng smiled and said: "The prince's liver is bleeding. If it is not treated in time, it may not be possible to keep the eyes even if he is cured in the future."
"Are you this king who can be blind?"
"If I don't get medical treatment in time now, my eyes will not necessarily be blind and I will definitely not see things clearly now, and my body will be much worse than before, and it will all become a pot of medicine. I want to ride on a war horse and fight in all directions again in the future. Regardless, the prince will definitely have to lie down and think about it alone.
And if the prince has no heirs, then he might be extinct in the future. "
"Presumptuous!" Ye Dongcheng suddenly shouted to Wu Zheng: "Wu Zheng, do you know what this place is?"
"I know! You have been with me, this is Jibaoyi!"
"you… "
Murong Jing raised his hand to interrupt Ye Dongcheng's words, and looked at Wu Zheng and said, "If you are treated now, can you heal this king well?"
"Who dares to pack a ticket for such things as treatment."
"Then how sure are you?"
"If it were my master and his elders, it would be more than 90%. As for me..."
"How many?"
Wu Zheng pretended to think for a while and said, "It should be 80%!"
Murong Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Wu Zheng's response. Qin Lei's injury was caused by Qin Lei's shot on the battlefield with an arrow. Fortunately at that time, I also put on a soft armor in the battle armor. Otherwise, whoever wins and loses in Jishishan's battle would be really inaccurate.
"Then how are you going to heal this king?"
"Acupuncture, I only know acupuncture, but I don't know anything else."
After Wu Zheng took out the needle bag he carried with him, he said, "Master, should I give you two needles now?"
"His Royal Highness!" Wu Kui suddenly knelt in front of Murong Jing and said: "Although people don't understand medical skills, they also hear that Zhou people's acupuncture treatment is weirdly tight, and even those who are often proficient in stupid people want to take it. One shot is enough for a human life. Your Royal Highness will rashly give a shot...Caries... If someone will try the shots for Your Highness first."
Wu Zheng smiled and said, "You have a fart to test the needle for him, and the disease is not on you."
Wu Kui said, "I'll try your stitches for your majesty to see if there is any problem, right?"
"Haha, acupuncture is not taking medicine. You can try the medicine to see if it is poisoned, but this acupuncture..." Wu Zheng said with a smile, "The difference is a thousand miles away. I only need to make a difference and the result will be big. It's different!"
"you… "
Murong Jing waved his hand and said, "Okay! Wu Kui, let's get out of here! Since Dr. Wu wants to treat this disease as soon as possible, why don't you ask Dr. Wu to administer an injection now?"
"Wang Ye's injury is naturally cured as soon as possible. You see, aren't all the silver needles ready for me?"
Murong Jing nodded, and cooperated with Wu Zheng to make him pierce more than fifty silver needles on his body, which looked densely packed... (End of this chapter)