Chapter 6 The Peerless Miracle Doctor

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Ji Wanrong was shocked by his bad temper.

Is this Dong Bicheng so difficult to treat? To make him so anxious?

Wouldn't it be just a matter of feeding him a special pill that can detoxify him and then giving him three injections?

As for making him faint?

However, Ji Wanrong was also arrogant in her heart. People were chasing her away, so naturally she didn't bother to stay here.

And Mo Jiecheng didn't believe that she had the ability to cure Dong Bicheng, so he invited two imperial doctors today.

He just took advantage of Dong Bicheng's "accidental" awakening last night and wanted to strike while the iron was hot and let them cure Dong Bicheng.

Ji Wanrong thought, without even looking at Mo Jiecheng, he turned around and wanted to leave.

Who knew that Mo Jiecheng suddenly stopped her.

He raised his chin slightly and motioned for Ji Wanrong to go to the back bedroom with a tough attitude, "Mr. Sun, Ji Wanrong was assigned to take care of Ji Wanrong by Uncle Dong last night. She can help you with some unimportant tasks."

Dr. Sun is the director of the Taiyuan Hospital. He has the best medical skills and the most irritable temper in the Taiyuan Hospital.

Dr. Sun hurried out after hearing this. When he saw Ji Wanrong's face, his eyes suddenly shrank, obviously frightened.

But he quickly came to his senses and didn't say anything. Instead, he yelled anxiously, "There are enough people here and it's chaotic enough! Is General Dong's illness like a war? Can it be solved with more people?! "

However, for the sake of Mo Jiecheng, he still glanced at Ji Wanrong with disgust, and said helplessly: "Come on, come on, pour out this basin of blood, and just stay outside. It's about human lives." , don’t cause any trouble!”

Ji Wanrong stood still and did not move.

Imperial Physician Sun didn't care about her, but looked at Mo Jie City.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, but his tone was still non-discriminatory.

"Your Majesty! I can feel that General Dong's body has changed a lot from before. A peerless doctor must have come to treat General Dong yesterday."

"I and Dr. Liu can't figure out the ingredients of the Jiedu pills or the location of the needles! It really makes me angry!"

As Mo Jiecheng listened, his stern expression suddenly changed slightly.

"Who is that miracle doctor? How did you offend the miracle doctor? Why did you let him die in the middle of the treatment? Even if I have to kneel and kowtow three times and lose ten years of my life, I am still willing to invite him!"

Imperial Physician Sun did not notice the change in Mo Jiecheng's expression. He recalled the "miraculous doctor"'s exquisite use of medicine, his eyes were bright and full of admiration.

Mo Jiecheng cleared his throat and his tone became a little unnatural.

He said harshly: "The doctor last night was not a miracle doctor. Your medical skills are better. That's why I invited you here to treat him."

"Oh! How could the old god last night not be a miracle doctor! If I could become a disciple of that old god doctor, I would die without regrets!"

Imperial Physician Sun stamped his feet, and as soon as he finished speaking, Dong Bicheng suddenly made some movement on the hospital bed.

He suddenly screamed, jumped up from the bed, put his hands against the wall, and began to hit the wall with great force, and his head was broken and bleeding after a few blows.

"If you want to kill or behead him, just come! I will never reveal the location of his map!"

No, Dong Bicheng's madness has occurred again!

He had been captured by the enemy before, swore not to reveal the location of the map, and was tortured in the enemy camp. Now he must have remembered what happened in the past.

Mo Jiecheng's heart suddenly throbbed, and he stepped forward to stop him.

Who knew that Ji Wanrong was faster. She rushed to Dong Bicheng's side, summoned a silver needle from the space, and pierced the acupuncture point behind Dong Bicheng's ear.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third needles were inserted.

Doctor Sun only realized what he was doing at this moment. He stared at Ji Wanrong's movements in stunned silence. He didn't care about his old arms and legs, so he put on his boots and tried to climb onto the bed to stop him.

"My lord! Where did you find this ugly medical boy? How could you... be able to do it directly!? Someone, hurry... pull her down quickly. General Dong's life is at stake!"

He spoke breathlessly.

Mo Jiecheng's eyes were dim and unclear. When he heard Imperial Physician Sun's words, his hands hanging by his sides moved slightly, but he made no further movements. Instead, he let Ji Wanrong finish pricking the three needles.

"It's chaos! It's absolutely chaos! General Dong's life still needs to be..."

Before Dr. Sun finished his hoarse words, he saw Dong Bicheng, who had been in a state of madness, slowly sitting on the bed with Ji Wanrong's support, and his eyes gradually became clearer.

Imperial Physician Sun and Imperial Physician Liu froze on the spot, their jaws dropped in shock.

"Girl, you are finally here again. I am very happy to see you again!" Dong Bicheng coughed while covering his chest, then looked at Ji Wanrong and smiled at her.

Ji Wanrong also smiled slightly, summoned a Baian pill from the space, pretended that it had just been taken out of his purse, and fed Dong Bicheng to take it.

"Water!" She stretched out her hand and said with a cold tone and dignity.

"Hey! Hey! Water! I'll bring some water right away!"

Dr. Sun nodded repeatedly, his eyes were still a little dull after being shocked by Ji Wanrong's medical skills. He subconsciously brought the water and handed it to Ji Wanrong's hands respectfully.

Ji Wanrong sat on the edge of the bed and fed Dong Bicheng some water with his own hands.

Dong Bicheng felt that his body felt much better, "I think I'm better than last night! Girl, your medical skills are really superb!"

Ji Wanrong also nodded, "If it weren't for those people who don't have eyes and wouldn't let me treat you, your illness would be completely cured within half a month, and your health would be even better than before."

There was something in her words, and half the people in the room couldn't help but scratch their toes, feeling a little embarrassed.

After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, he stood up again and took a closer look at Dong Bicheng's battered and bloody head.

Dong Bicheng just went crazy and showed no mercy to himself.

At this moment, there was a big hole on his forehead, which was black and bleeding. Almost white bones could be seen.

"General Dong, after treating your internal injuries, I will now help you treat your external injuries. Although you have been on the battlefield for a long time, you must also pay attention to your health."

A man over forty years old was sitting on the bed and nodding obediently.

After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, she summoned her special ibuprofen and iodophor from the space.

"You also know that if the wound touches the bone and is not treated properly, it will be a dead end, but after applying this potion, it will not happen."

She said and handed the small white pill to his hand, "This is my special painkiller pill. After you take it, the pain will stop immediately."

Everyone in the room stared blankly at Ji Wanrong's movements. The eyes of the two imperial doctors were filled with stars, and they almost knelt down in admiration and called him master.

As Mo Jiecheng looked at the scene in front of him, his dark eyes flashed, not knowing what he was thinking.

After Ji Wanrong finished speaking, she used iodophor to clean his forehead. The movements of her hands were not gentle, and Dong Bicheng grimaced in pain.

He also said, "In the past, when I was in the military camp, many people died due to military punishment and improper treatment. But it doesn't matter. I am used to being injured in the past, and I am used to this pain."

But when he swallowed the ibuprofen developed by Ji Wanrong, his eyes lit up, "It doesn't hurt anymore! I don't feel anything! It's amazing!"

As Mo Jiecheng listened, he moved slightly. He felt that the wound on his back was becoming more and more painful for no reason, and the fever made him panic.