Ancient fairy doctors in the city

At this moment, Wenren Muyue's lips were even white, and she looked like a patient who had lost too much blood.

Anyone can see that Wenren Muyue has lost too much money.

"How is my baby?" the pregnant woman looked at Wenren Muyue expectantly and asked.

"You go for an examination now." Wenren Muyue said intermittently.

"I'll go right away." The pregnant woman said hastily.

After the pregnant woman left, Wenren Muyue looked at Zhao Yang weakly and said, "Help me to the chair over there to rest."

Zhao Yang nodded.

But before he even took a step, Wenren Muyue found a stream of pure energy pouring into his body.

How many times purer is this energy than her real power?

But in the blink of an eye, the weakness in Wenren Muyue's body disappeared, and then her cultivation level soared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huang Yue took a step back subconsciously.

He felt a tyrannical aura emanating from Wenren Muyue.

Could this be the true strength that Wenren Muyue said?

But at this moment, Wenren Muyue is extremely weak, how could she still be able to use her true strength?

and many more.

Wenren Muyue's complexion suddenly became rosy and shiny.

His gaze quickly fell on Zhao Yang's big hand supporting Wenren Muyue.

That's right, it must be Zhao Yang who sent the real power to Wenren Muyue.

I have to say that Huang Yue is very smart, he can see many things at a glance.

The fifth floor of Houtian Realm.

The sixth floor of the Houtian Realm.

When Zhao Yang helped Wenren Muyue to the chair, he said angrily, "How long are you going to arrest me?"

"He wants to be promoted to the seventh layer of Houtian Realm." Wenren Muyue exhaled in Zhao Yang's ear.

"You have already improved two small realms in a row. If you continue to improve, your foundation will be unstable." Zhao Yang put away the true energy in his body as he said.

"Grand Master Uncle, what realm are you?" Wenren Muyue asked coquettishly.

"What do you think?"

"I think Uncle Grand Master, you must at least be a middle-level congenital expert." Wenren Muyue rolled her eyes and said in a low voice.

"If you think it's the middle level of the Xiantian Realm, then it's the middle level of the Xiantian Realm." Zhao Yang glanced at Wenren Muyue.

In the audience seat, Zhang Lan watched Wenren Muyue whispering to Zhao Yang, not to mention how uncomfortable she felt.

The behavior of the two of them is intimate, if there is no relationship, who would believe it?

Zhang Lan finally understands why Zhao Yang loves to ignore him?

In terms of appearance, Muyue is even better than Zhang Lan, but in terms of family background, there is no way to compare. It is rumored that Muyue's family is a medical family.

"It seems that I should give up." Zhang Lan sighed in his heart.

Half an hour later, the test results of the No.3 pregnant woman came out.

The test results made the teachers of Jiangnan Medical University and the Royal College of Medicine in England feel incredible.

Because the baby is very healthy at this time.

If it weren't for the previous inspection report in their hands, they all wondered if they had just been misdiagnosed.

"How did you do it?" The doctor from England's Royal College of Medicine looked at Wenren Muyue with burning eyes and asked.

He has been a believer in science for years.

But now he finds that Chinese medicine seems to contain magical abilities.

"This is the method of using qi to move needles in traditional Chinese medicine." Wenren Muyue said softly.

"Using Qi to transport the needle?"

"Isn't this a legend?"

"I've always thought it was a legend."

Not to mention the students and teachers of the Royal College of Medicine in England at this moment, the students of Jiangnan Medical University were also shocked one by one.

"Wenren Muyue, can you show us how to move the needle with Qi?" Alice asked as if asking for advice.

Wenren Muyue glanced around, her eyes fixed on a fly on the screen.

"Please ask the projector to enlarge the fly on the screen." Wenren Muyue said after a moment of pondering.

A beam of light hit the fly.

The fly's tentacles were rubbing frantically, as if it had found something delicious.

At this moment, Wenren Muyue threw a silver needle with her hands.

The silver needle penetrated the fly in an instant, and it could be seen that the fly was struggling frantically, but the silver needle firmly fixed it on the screen.

Then a horrible scene happened.

I saw that fly actually burned up, and after a few breaths, it turned into a ball of ashes and fell.

"This……."

"is this real?"

"Why do I think this is a computer special effect?"

"Using Qi to move needles, is it so terrifying?"

"I also want to learn Chinese medicine."

"Do you think anyone can learn how to move acupuncture with Qi? I heard that Muyue is a descendant of a family of traditional Chinese medicine."

"No wonder."

When the students in the venue were discussing, Barlow asked softly, "Wenren Muyue, can you teach us the students of the Royal College of Medicine the art of using Qi and acupuncture?"

"Our acupuncture technique should not be passed on to outsiders." Wenren Muyue said without even thinking about it.

"Chinese medicine has declined over the years, and I think it has something to do with your self-preservation behind closed doors." Barlow said with a straight face, "I decided to open a Chinese medicine department at the Royal College of Medicine in England. I don't know if you are interested in Wenren Muyue The person in charge of the Department of Chinese Medicine?"

"Not interested." Wenren Muyue refused very simply.

"Principal Chu, this is a great opportunity to promote Chinese medicine. Don't tell me your school doesn't cherish it so much?" Barlow looked at Chu Deze and said solemnly.

"We have many excellent teachers and students in the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine. If your school is really sincere, our school will send a few teachers there." Chu Deze said softly.

"The teachers in your school will use Qi to move needles?"

"will not."

"What we want to introduce is the use of luck needles."

"Then all I can say is sorry."

Barlow pondered for a while and looked at Zhao Yang, "Student Zhao Yang, do you know how to use Qi to move needles?"

"Understood."

"Can you perform?" Barlow said hastily.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is for curing diseases and saving lives, not for juggling." Zhao Yang changed his voice after saying this, "Principal Barlow, can we announce the result of the competition now?"

"The Royal College of Medicine of England lost this time." Barlow said simply.

The students in the venue suddenly burst into thunderous shouts.

Because the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine has been suppressed by the Royal College of Medicine of England almost all these years.

Finally won this time.

This is a big event enough to be recorded in history.

"Rowell, you haven't forgotten our bet, have you?" Zhao Yang looked at Rowell at this moment.

"Isn't it just 1000 million euros? Give me your bank account number, and I'll transfer the money to you now." Rowell said immediately.

The eyes of the teachers and students in the audience suddenly became hot.

You know this is 1000 million euros.

This represents RMB [-] million!

"Zhang Lan, if you catch up with Zhao Yang, you'll be a billionaire wife." Qian Yiyi said sourly.

Zhang Lan smiled wryly.

Chase?

What do you use to chase after yourself?