The Peerless God of War of the Female President

The young woman staggered and ran to the steps of the side hall. When she was about to go up the steps, she tripped over the stone steps, her body suddenly lost her center of gravity, and she was about to fall to the ground together with the boy in her arms.

Yang Chen's eyes were quick, and he stretched out his arms to wrap around the young woman, relieved her of the strength to rush forward, and supported her firmly.

The young woman didn't have time to thank Yang Chen, she raised her tear-stained face, and begged the little Taoist priest, "Little Taoist priest, my son has a strange disease, and he went to many big hospitals for the past few years but couldn't cure it, I heard Immortal Yuming is skilled in medicine, so I wanted to take him to see him, but he passed out as soon as he entered the mountain gate, please let the immortal save my son!"

The little Taoist hesitated for a moment, and said with a troubled expression: "This benefactor, Daoist Yuming is in samadhi right now, if I disturb him rashly, I'm afraid it will damage his morality, besides, we have no first aid measures in the temple. You'd be better off going to the hospital for this kind of situation."

"But it's an hour's drive from the nearest hospital. I'm afraid my son won't be able to persist until then..."

As the young woman said, she looked down at the boy in her arms, tears streaming down her cheeks, and said with a choked voice, "Son, mom is sorry for you. If you really leave, mom won't live..."

Just as Yang Chen was about to speak, Qing Linger beside him had already opened his mouth to scold: "I have already said that none of these old-fashioned people is good! They are all hypocritical liars!"

The little Taoist priest's face suddenly changed, "Female benefactor, Daoist Holy Land, please be careful with what you say! If you speak wild words again, don't blame the impoverished Taoist for being rude!"

Faced with the little Taoist priest's scolding, Qing Ling'er had no intention of retreating at all. Instead, she walked up to the little Taoist priest with her hands on her hips, raised her face and said arrogantly: "You liars are full of strange powers and distractions. Donate, but don’t do a single thing, I said, what do you want to do?”

"you!"

"Little girl, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately!"

Wang Shi snorted coldly and said, "This is a Taoist temple, not a hospital. Besides, what can Immortal Yuming do for a strange disease that even a hospital can't cure? After all, he is not a famous doctor who can cure any disease."

"What's the matter with you? What are you doing? Shut up!"

Wang Shi was reprimanded by Qing Ling'er pointing at his nose, and his face turned livid, "Little girl, whose family are you from, why are you so uneducated?"

"I don't have a tutor, and I won't build tofu dregs houses and sell them to the common people! Unlike you, a person who was born as a dead contractor, after becoming rich, he can deceive people more than anyone else!"

Wang Shi's face turned green from Qing Linger's attack, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to slap Qing Linger's face.

Snapped--

Before Wang Shi's hand touched Qing Ling'er's face, a big hand firmly grabbed the wrist.

With a gloomy face, Yang Lin slowly pulled down Wang Shi's wrist, and said in a cold voice, "My surname is Wang, believe it or not, I'll chop off your hand?"

"Let... let go!"

Wang Shi's wrist felt an unbearable pain. After all, Yang Lin, as the owner of an MMA fighting club, may not be able to beat Yang Chen, but he is no worse than a professional fighter. Empty greasy uncle, still more than enough.

Seeing Yang Lin who shot for her, Qing Linger's eyes flashed a strange brilliance, and said to Yang Lin: "Brother Lin, don't pay attention to this kind of rubbish, so as not to dirty your hands!"

Hearing what Qing Ling'er said, Yang Lin let go of Wang Shi's wrist, and glanced at him coldly.

Qing Ling'er walked up to the young woman and said softly: "My sister, my name is Qing Ling'er. I graduated from a medical school and have a license to practice medicine. Can you let me see your son?"

The young woman seemed to have seen a savior, and she looked at Qing Ling'er with tears in her eyes: "Then I will trouble you..."

Qing Ling'er opened the boy's eyelids and looked, then put her fingers on the boy's veins, her face gradually became serious.

Yang Chen on the side knew in his heart that this was his senior brother who had never met before, and he passed on the medical skills he learned from his master.However, he also clearly knew that his senior brother's aptitude is mediocre, and the skills he has learned are only one out of ten. If he wants to cure this boy, it may not be enough.

Qing Ling'er's face suddenly changed, and she murmured: "This...is this Liuyin Meridian Meridian?! There really is such a strange disease in the world!"

Seeing Qing Ling'er's reaction, the young woman felt like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw, kneeling down in front of her with the boy in her arms.

"Girl, please save my child! He is my last relative in this world, please save him..."

Qing Ling'er quickly reached out to help the young woman, but she refused to stand up no matter what.

Seeing the young woman crying so sadly, Qing Ling'er's eye circles also turned red, and then she knelt down in front of the young woman, tears were obviously rolling in her eye sockets.

"I'm sorry big sister, I've only seen this kind of disease in the notes left by my ancestors, but I'm not good at learning, so I can't cure this strange disease..."

Wang Shi, who was full of anger just now, immediately began to sneer: "Huh, if you can't cure it, don't pretend to be a miracle doctor here, and also lock the pulse of Liuyin, have you read too many fantasy novels? Are you going to say next, cure this disease?" Must go to the mountains to find your master who has retired to the mountains?"

"Master..."

Qing Ling'er suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly turned to Yang Chen and said, "Brother Yang, you must be able to cure this disease, right? I remember it was written in my great-grandfather's notes, saying that his master once cured Liuyin lock pulse!"

As soon as the young woman heard this, she immediately knelt down in front of Yang Chen, kowtowed, "Brother, please save my child, I will be your cow or horse for the rest of my life!"

Yang Chen secretly exerted strength in his hands, and helped the young woman up, "Don't worry, I will definitely cure your son."

Wang Shi sneered from the side: "Hehe, people nowadays are really not afraid of talking big words. Some people say that they can cure a disease that can't be found in other hospitals? If it can be cured, I will live broadcast and eat slippers! "

Yang Chen glanced at Wang Shi, and said lightly: "I hate people who don't keep their promises. I will find someone to prepare a compromise for you. If you don't eat at that time, don't blame me for being rude!"

After finishing speaking, Yang Chen turned to the little Taoist priest and said: "Human life is at stake, you go and prepare a room for me right away, it must be cool and ventilated, and prepare ice cubes for me in the room, as many as you want."

"Sir, I'm sorry that I can't meet your request. Our place is a Taoist temple, not a hospital."

Yang Chen's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he said in a cold voice: "It seems that you really don't want to wear this Taoist robe!"

The little Taoist said calmly: "Whether I wear this Taoist robe or not is not up to you. If you want to show off, you should go to another place. It won't work here."

Zhao Yanqiu immediately showed a mocking smile and said: "That is to say, I don't choose a place to pretend to be aggressive. If I come to a Taoist holy place to pretend to be aggressive, I won't be afraid of ruining my life!"

Yang Chen pointed at the little Taoist with a gloomy expression, and then suddenly shouted at the side hall.

"Old Daoist Yuming! I'll give you half a minute, if you don't come out, I'll tear down your Taoist temple!"

"Ah, everyone, listen up. Is there such a crazy person? He actually threatened to tear down the Taoist temple? Is this person crazy?"

When the little Taoist heard this, he immediately lowered his face and said to Yang Chen: "Mister, please leave immediately, otherwise I will call the police!"

Yang Chen snorted coldly, looking at the little Taoist with sharp eyes, his heart felt trembling for a while.

"Are you driving me away? Say it again, are you driving me away?!"

Yang Chen's tone became more and more cold, and in the end the little Taoist didn't even have the courage to look directly at Yang Chen.

At this moment, only a series of hurried footsteps came from the side hall, and then an old Taoist in a blue Taoist robe came out of the side hall.

The old Taoist priest was probably in his early 60s. His gray hair was tied into a bun on the top of his head, and his five long beards hung down to his chest. He was quite immortal.

"Master, this person is yelling in the temple, and uttering wild words that our dojo will be demolished, please make a decision, Master—"

Snapped--

Before the little Taoist could finish speaking, the old Taoist slapped loudly on the face, which directly knocked the little Taoist into a daze.

"You bastard! I only took a short nap, but you actually caused such a disaster here. It seems that you are doomed to have no fate in Sanqing. You should pack up your things immediately, take off your Taoist robe and go down the mountain!"