The group of people walked, talked and laughed all the way, and arrived at the city.
On the way, they had already inquired about the treatment notice, which was posted on the square in front of the city lord's palace.
However, when they walked over, they didn't find any signs there.
Moreover, there are several people wearing guard uniforms who are cleaning up there.
It seemed that the notice had just been torn down by them.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Mo Ziqing ran up quickly.
"Don't stop us from carrying out our official duties."
The defenders said dissatisfied.
"What on earth do you do?"
"We're here to apply."
Ye Qingli took a step forward.
"We are doctors from out of town. I heard that the Lord of the City is seriously ill, so we came here to apply for the service."
"Oh, so that's what happened."
A leader-looking man said.
"Because our city lord has found the most suitable doctor, the selection is now over and you can go back."
After saying that, they put the notice away and turned around to leave.
Another person with a gentle appearance came up and said kindly: "You have just arrived, so you don't know yet. It is said that Fairy Qian Ning from the School of Theology has already come to our Hongye City, and has met Lord Huangfu."
"Now, she has decided to take action to help our young city master heal."
"With Fairy Qian Ning taking action, do you think we still need to post these notices?"
"Is there any other doctor in the world who can compare to Fairy Qian Ning?"
Many people nearby nodded.
"Fairy Qian Ning is the number one genius at the School of Theology!"
"Yes, it is said that her medical skills have already surpassed those of the elders!"
"With her help, the medicine will definitely cure the disease!"
"The city lord took away the notice, which is quite understandable!"
Everyone started talking in a flurry of words.
Mo Ziqing's expression couldn't help but change.
He took a step forward and said loudly: "Are you so sure that Shui Qianning can definitely cure your city lord's illness?"
"If it can't be cured by then, I wonder if you will regret it!"
"Ha ha!"
At this time, a laugh came from the side.
"According to your opinion, Fairy Qian Ning can't cure it. Could it be that you can't cure it?"
A middle-aged man, waving a folding fan, appeared behind him.
The city guards saw it and hurried up to salute.
"Master Military Advisor."
"Um."
The military advisor shook his folding fan.
Then, he looked at them with disdain.
"Our young master has been on the sickbed for a long time, so I have met many pretentious doctors."
"However, it turns out that they are all half a bucket of water and have no real materials at all. They cannot be compared with Fairy Qian Ning at all!"
The middle-aged man said proudly.
"For so many years, the doctors invited by the Lord of the City can't even help our young master alleviate his pain, let alone cure his illness."
"As soon as Fairy Qian Ning came, our young master's condition improved. Isn't this enough?"
He glanced at Ye Qingli and others with disdain.
"I advise you to leave quickly and don't embarrass yourself here."
"Do you think you can compare with Fairy Qian Ning?"
"Haha, what a joke!"
After hearing this, Mo Ziqing became extremely angry.
He clenched his fists and was about to rush up and argue with him.
