Medical Sovereign

"No one wants to provoke them, it's just that we have the teachings from our ancestors"

Jiang Wuhui stopped abruptly in the middle of his words, and suddenly realized that Cuizhu was trying to trick him, so he quickly shut his mouth.

"Ancestral training? What ancestor training?"

Cuizhu asked casually, but her ears were pricked up, and she was curious like a cat scratching her heart.

The Holy Sword Survivors have nothing to do with the world, but every time a disciple is born, they will be jointly besieged and suppressed by the Holy Sword Villa and the Holy Doctor Sect for no reason.

But once the disciples born in the Holy Saber Clan are killed, the Holy Sword Survivors will take revenge, and they will inevitably come out to attack the Holy Sword Villa and the Holy Doctor Sect.

The Holy Maidens are detached and never participate in the disputes in the rivers and lakes, but as long as the Holy Saber Survivors are born, they will inevitably join the other two Holy Sects to resist the Holy Saber Survivors.

It can be said that if it were not for the support of the Holy Maiden Clan, the Holy Doctor Sect and the Holy Sword Villa would have been wiped out by the Holy Sword Survivors long ago.

But the strange thing is that the Holy Doctor Sect and the Holy Sword Villa seem to be invincible. As long as they know that the disciples of the Holy Sword Remnants are born, even if they are afraid of the Holy Sword Remnants, they will spare no effort to strangle them.

"No, I didn't say anything."

Jiang Wuhui said with an extremely unnatural expression, but a cold sweat broke out behind his back, the ancestral precepts are the first precepts of the master's school, and no one is allowed to spread them outside, and anyone who dares to spread them outside will be punished as a crime of betraying the master's school.

Cuizhu saw that he didn't eat oil and salt, and was unwilling to speak out after being beaten to death, so she curled her lips and snorted coldly: "It's really boring, it's rare to talk about it if you like to talk about it!"

But in my heart I muttered to myself, what kind of ancestral training is it? What kind of grievances and grievances are there between the four holy gates? Really curious.

Jiang Wuhui remained unmoved, and fixed his eyes on Ding Ning, who was still trying his best to save him, with a look of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes. Who the hell is he?

I hope that he is not a disciple of the Sacred Sword Remnant Clan, otherwise, I am afraid that the ancient martial arts world will suffer another catastrophe.

At the same time, Yan Tong was also in doubt. He was sure that he was not mistaken. It was the breath of the complete Yangui acupuncture method, but it was somewhat specious.

The Yangui Acupuncture Method was created by an amazing ancestor of the Saint Martial Realm thousands of years ago. It was born out of his famous martial art Qiuyan Sword Method.

Qiuyan swordsmanship has seven moves in one sword, and there are seven swords in total. After he failed to forcefully break through the divine realm,

His body is decaying, and his soul is about to dissipate. Unwilling to fall, he studies medicine hard, trying to find a chance to change his fate against the sky.

Although he failed to change his fate against the sky and eventually died, he realized the true meaning of medicine from Qiuyan's swordsmanship and created the Yangui acupuncture method.

The Yangui acupuncture method is divided into seven needles like the Qiuyan sword method, and each needle is divided into seven small needles. The Yan family was once a family of Chinese medicine, but it declined with the decline of Chinese medicine.

By chance, Yan Xun's grandfather once rescued a respectable figure in the Holy Medicine Sect. After he moved freely, he returned to the Holy Medicine Sect to heal his wounds. He was born again decades later to seek revenge from Yan Xun's grandfather.

It's a pity that Yan Xun's grandfather passed away long ago, and Yan Xun was also poor at the time. The big man was grateful for the kindness of Yan's family, so he made an exception and passed the first needle of Yangui Acupuncture to him, and made him a holy doctor in the secular world. One of the industries, it can be said that it can kill two birds with one stone, repaying kindness and generating income.

Relying on the first injection of the Yangui Acupuncture Method, the Yan family gradually rose to occupy a place in the medical field.

Qiuyan's swordsmanship is a killing skill, and the Yangui seven needles evolved from it is a life-saving technique. This shows how amazing and brilliant the ancestor of the holy doctor school was.

The complete Yangui acupuncture method is only eligible to be learned by the core true disciples of the holy medical school. Yan Hui suddenly felt the breath of the complete Yangui acupuncture method, how can he not be surprised.

Could it be that the kid is the core true disciple of the master's sect? But why have you never seen him? It has never been heard that besides him and Junior Sister Qingyun, other people were born.

The holy doctor's school said it was big or small, there were many factions, and the inheritance was complicated. He didn't know how many people there were, and there were too many people he didn't know.

What's more, there are still some forbidden places, and Yan Tong's status as an inner disciple is not eligible to enter, so he is not sure whether Ding Ning is a core true disciple from the holy doctor's school.

He wanted to ask Junior Sister Qingyun, but when he thought about it, she had only joined the sect for more than ten years, and she had spent all of it in retreat. She knew fewer people than he did, and it was even more impossible for him to know, so he didn't bother.

It's just that Yangui's needling method is of great importance, and he must understand it. He, who has been sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai, finally couldn't sit still, stood up and walked towards Ding Ning.

Junior Sister Qingyun looked at him suspiciously, seeing that he had no intention of explaining, she simply stood up and followed behind him.

"Yan Tong has passed, is that kid really a member of the holy medical school?"

Luzhu hidden in the crowd, muttered in a low voice.

"Don't be impatient, just wait and see."

Jiang Wuhui's mood at this moment is extremely contradictory, he hopes that Ding Ning is a member of the holy medical school, but he does not want him to be.

If he is a member of the Holy Medicine Sect, it will be difficult for him to fight for the Ice Spirit Body. If he is not a member of the Holy Medicine Sect, he is likely to be a member of the Holy Sword Legacy, and that is not what he wants.

The ancestral precept stipulates that no matter when and where, anyone who sees the survivors of the Holy Sword will be killed without mercy!

Perhaps he could kill Ding Ning easily, but what he feared was the ensuing revenge.

Numerous experiences in history have shown that although the Holy Sword Survivors have nothing to do with the world, as long as they dare to touch their clansmen, they will definitely come out and give the most tragic revenge.

Although the three holy gates can fight against the attack of the holy knife survivors together, the murderer will undoubtedly die.

Jiang Wuhui is only twenty-five years old this year, and he is already at the peak of the Earth Martial Realm. He may break through the Heaven Martial Arts at any time and catch up to the number one genius in the Ancient Martial Arts Realm, Ye Duxing. He is one of the genius disciples of Xuezang in the Holy Sword Villa.

As for the so-called No. 1 ancient martial arts genius, Long Xiaotian, hehe, he has never looked up to it. How can the background of the Four Sacred Sects be comparable to that of a mere Long Family.

He still has a bright future, and he hasn't enjoyed a good enough life yet. He thinks it's not worth it to ruin his life for a disciple of the Holy Sword Remnant Clan.

So he chose to wait and see very wisely, and wait until Ding Ning's true identity is verified. If he is really a disciple of the Holy Sword Survivor, he will not act rashly and let others do it, so as not to be retaliated by the Holy Saber Survivor .

Ding Ning was so absorbed in Xiao Yan's illness at the moment, he didn't notice that Yan Hui had quietly approached, even if he did, he had no time to take care of it.

Although the Qiqiyan acupuncture array controlled the bleeding momentum and cleared it, and repaired the broken blood vessels, it was only a temporary solution, not a permanent cure.

The crux of the problem lies in her intracranial malformation of arteries and veins. If it is not corrected, it will recur sooner or later.

If it is treated by Western medicine, craniotomy must be performed, but as a Chinese medicine doctor, he will definitely not use Western medicine for treatment.

Xiao Yan has not been able to exercise vigorously since she was a child, so her physical fitness is very poor, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is weak.

That is to say, Xiao Yan lacks exercise, not only has poor immune function, weak resistance to viruses, but also seriously lacks vitality.

To put it bluntly, if Ding Ning hadn't happened to meet her, even if her illness was cured, she would be able to live for more than ten years at most with her physical fitness.

In case of unfortunate infection with some other diseases, it may not be able to survive for three to five years.

So he was waiting, waiting for the aura gathered by Yangui acupuncture to flush the meridians in her brain and replenish her vitality.

Xiao Yan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. After seeing Ding Ning's face in her confused eyes, she recalled the previous events.

Realizing that she was still held in his arms, Xiao Yan blushed immediately, struggling to get up, her lips muttered: "What's wrong with me?"

"Don't move, the treatment is not over yet, hold on for a while."

Ding Ning had no gender in his eyes at the moment, only doctors and patients, and said in a serious but soft tone.

"Um!"

Xiao Yantao's cheeks were pink, and she closed her eyes shyly with a soft response, but when she remembered that the person in front of her was her cousin-in-law, she suddenly felt sad.

"Wake up, wake up, it should be fine."

"The little genius doctor is really a little genius doctor, he can cure such a serious illness with one hand, amazing!"

"Looking at Little Needle King's challenge now, I'm going to blush for the Yan family."

"This girl is also lucky. She happened to meet a little genius doctor. Otherwise, even if she went to the hospital, I don't know if she can be cured."

"Yeah, if I were this girl, I would promise myself with my body."

"Looking at their male talents and female appearance, they are a good match."

"This is a hero saving the beauty, a match made in heaven."

When a reporter was pleasantly surprised to find that Xiao Yan had woken up, the onlookers burst into flames, talking happily.

In the crowd, Zhao Zifeng's face was gloomy, and the anger in his chest kept rising. Taking advantage of the unpreparedness, he quietly walked out of the crowd, took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and said through gritted teeth, "King Kong, I have something I want you to do now."

People are so complicated, before Xiao Yan liked him so much, he didn't care at all, he just enjoyed the feeling of being crushed by her.

But at this moment, when everyone was talking about Xiao Yan and Ding Ning's handsome appearance, he wanted to go crazy with jealousy, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He had to make that Ninghai kid pay enough to relieve his hatred.

But he didn't notice a figure behind him sneakingly following him, listening to all his calls and recording the audio.

Zhao Zifeng hung up the phone with a smirk on his face, looked around for a while, and then left quickly.

The figure hiding beside a big tree came out after he left, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, took out his mobile phone and quickly edited a text message and sent it out: "The fish has entered the urn, act now."

"Ho!"

Ding Ning moved suddenly, his hands turned into afterimages, and seven or forty-nine silver needles were put away by him in an instant.

In addition, thirteen silver needles were taken out, and they were pierced into thirteen acupuncture points around the arteries and veins of Xiao Yan's head as quickly as lightning.

The palm supporting Xiao Yan's neck quietly sent in a burst of true energy, forcibly impacting the deformed arteries and veins.

In fact, the silver needle is just a trick to cover up his pulse-cutting hand. At this moment, all the meridians in Xiao Yan's brain have been locked. At this moment, she is a living dead.

What Ding Ning had to do was to break through her deformed arteries and veins and reshape them.

This method has great risks. After all, there is blood pressure in the blood vessels. Once the true energy breaks through, the entire blood vessel will burst, and the consequences will be disastrous.

So he wants to seal her blood vessels and surrounding brain cell tissue with the pulse-cutting hand, and seal the entire brain with true energy, so that the deformed arteriovenous blood vessels are in a static state, even if the blood vessels burst, the amount of bleeding will not be too much. big.

It's just that in this way, his consumption also increases exponentially, and every time he maintains it for a while, his true energy will vent out like a flood that has opened the gate.

Under the command of Jiang Lao and others, everyone present knew that now is the critical moment of treatment, so they all consciously dispersed, not only closed their mouths, but even breathed carefully, so as not to disturb him, the whole scene was completely silent .

"boom!"

A slight gunshot broke the silence, and a sniper bullet went straight to Ding Ning's forehead

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