In the attic, in front of each long line, a temporary cubicle was arranged.
Well-known doctors from the Royal Medical Hall were assigned respectively.
"Young man, take this medicine first and let me feel your pulse." The old doctor in the cubicle looked kind.
Ye Wentian nodded.
He sat forward and extended his wrist in a very cooperative manner.
As the pill enters the body, a very fine ray of spiritual power melts into the body, and under his control, merges into the Dantian Qi sea.
All this was easily detected by the pharmacist in front of him.
"Um?"
"..."
The old pharmacist's expression changed.
But he returned to normal in an instant and glanced at Ye Wentian: "Okay, you have recovered, next one."
The old pharmacist retracted his finger, indicating that he could leave.
Ye Wentian looked startled.
Aren't you looking for someone with martial arts talent? The pulse condition he showed just now fully meets the requirements.
"Are you sure? Why don't you take a closer look." Ye Wentian raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
The old doctor frowned.
"Young man, do you know where this place is? Are you questioning my medical skills?"
"Hurry out, there are people waiting behind you."
between words.
The tone was obviously a little heavier.
Seeing that the person in front of him had no intention of leaving, the old doctor's face showed anxiety unconsciously.
He winked at Ye Wen Angel and motioned for him to leave first.
Ye Wentian's eyes were calm and unmoved.
"Doctor Zheng, I think this kid is seriously ill. Let's take him inside for treatment." Suddenly there was a voice from behind the cubicle.
The expression on Dr. Zheng's face froze.
Then a man in black walked out. He looked to be in his thirties, with short hair, a short beard, and deep and sharp eyes.
Glancing at Ye Wentian, the man's eyes lit up.
"This guy is pretty good, Zheng Ping, you are dishonest." The short-haired man's eyes suddenly turned cold. .z.br>
People with martial arts talents, except those from the big forces.
There are almost only one out of ten thousand ordinary people, and most of them have average talents. It is not easy to find a test subject.
I almost got into trouble with this old guy!
"call!"
"..."
The short-haired man stepped forward, grabbed Dr. Zheng directly, and lifted him into the air like a chicken.
"I……"
"I may have made a mistake. There are too many patients to see every day. If you give me a chance, I won't do it next time." Zheng Ping responded in a trembling voice, showing fear.
Although I was very scared in my heart.
Zheng Ping knew clearly that he had to stay. He could only save one person.
The short-haired man sneered: "There won't be a next time."
As soon as these words came out.
Zheng Ping's face instantly turned pale.
Almost at the same time, the short-haired man turned his head and glanced at Ye Wentian.
"Why don't you run?" The short-haired man looked a little surprised.
From beginning to end, the young man stood there and watched them quietly.
"Why should I run?" Ye Wentian asked with a normal expression.
The Royal Medical Hall is obviously controlled by someone.
Ye Wentian was a little surprised that something like this happened at the feet of the emperor in the capital of Emperor Yan.
The short-haired man looked at Ye Wentian.
"Haha, that's interesting. Save me the trouble and keep up. Otherwise, I'll break your legs." The short-haired man said in a deep voice.
Say it.
He grabbed Dr. Zheng and walked out of the cubicle.
Ye Wentian's eyes became more interested, and he immediately followed him without saying anything more.
Several people left the attic.
Pass through the middle courtyard of the Royal Medical Hall and walk towards the hill in the backyard.
Close to the back mountain.
There are obviously more martial arts masters around, including many powerful masters of transformation.
These are obviously not people from the Royal Medical Hall.
"Young man, you should have escaped. If you fell into their hands, you might not be able to save your life." Zheng Ping sighed to himself.
He did not blame Ye Wentian.
In the final analysis, it was the Imperial Medical Hall's fault that tricked them into coming here.
"Who are they?" Ye Wentian asked.
"I don't know, it's just the people who were taken away. I've never seen anyone come out." Zheng Ping said truthfully.
"Oh, Wang Cheng doesn't care about this?" Ye Wentian looked strange.
The Royal Medical Hall is not an ordinary hospital or medical center. If anything happens, Wang Cheng will receive the news immediately.
Zheng Ping shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"The incident happened suddenly and everything is normal. What is there to worry about?"
"Dr. Lu is not here, so the Royal Medical Hall will follow the instructions of the deputy hall master. The deputy hall master cooperates with them, and most of the doctors in the hall have benefited a lot."
"These days, the Royal Medical Hall is open to ordinary people, and the cure rate has reached 99%, which stabilizes the situation in the Imperial Capital."
There are too few ordinary people who have martial talent.
Most people were cured that day and left the Imperial Medical Hall with gratitude.
Moreover, the affairs of the Royal Medical Hall did not touch the interests of the major forces in the imperial capital, and the deputy hall master was in charge.
No one pays too much attention.
The short-haired man in front ignored the conversation between the two.
In his eyes, the two people behind him were no different from dead people.
Passing through the backyard of the Royal Medical Hall, not far ahead, the rockery suddenly split into two sides, and a secret passage fell into view.
"Kaka!"
"..."
After the three people entered, the mountain gate was quickly closed.
Following the passage, a cell appeared in front of him, guarded by dozens of martial arts masters.
When they saw the short-haired man, they all bowed and saluted.
"Lock these two inside." After the short-haired man finished speaking, he walked towards the interior of the corridor without looking at Ye Wentian and the two.
"yes!"
"..."
The guard warrior stepped forward and pushed Ye Wentian and the two into the cell.
This is a temporarily converted prison cell. The entrance is sealed by a large iron door, and an empty room is built inside.
The Royal Medical Hall had been open for less than two days, and dozens of people were detained inside.
Most of them were young people in their twenties, with some martial arts talent and panic in their eyes.
"Doctor Zheng?"
"How come you were imprisoned too?" The voice was slightly thin.
Among the crowd in front, a girl who looked to be in her early twenties walked out.
The figure is wrapped in light cyan armor, the eyes are lively, and the appearance is very sweet, but the long hair is a bit messy.
He was obviously injured, and his delicate face looked a bit pale.
Zheng Ping looked up with confusion on his face. After seeing the light armor on the person's body, he recognized him at a glance.
"Swallow Armor."
"You are from the royal city, you...how could you..." Zheng *** came over. A famous doctor from the Royal Medical Hall often goes in and out of the royal city.
The knowledge speaks for itself.
Those who are qualified to wear swift armor are the emperor's personal guards.
"My name is Luo Bing, deputy commander of the Yuyan Guards. I was caught by them when I came to the Royal Medical Hall to investigate. Doctor Zheng, please rest assured. The commander of the Royal Medical Hall should have noticed the incident and can rescue us soon."
Luo Bing nodded and comforted softly.
Hear this.
Zheng Ping's originally dim eyes suddenly gained a bit of brilliance.
"It's not that troublesome, I'll take you out." Ye Wentian raised his head at this time and looked at the two people in front of him.
