With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

The little prince is not sick, but bewitched. To put it simply, he is disturbed by resentment.

She could clearly see that there was a steady stream of black mist escaping from the blanket, enveloping the little prince and even the maid who was hugging him.

The maid must have been exposed to grievances for a long time, and she couldn't hide her haggard look even with makeup. The deep dark circles and red bloodshot eyes had absorbed too much yang energy, and her body was already very weak.

Song Yu was watching, and the other doctors present were also watching, but they couldn't see anything wrong. At most, they could only judge that the maid worked too hard to take care of the little prince, which caused her health to deteriorate.

The little prince's personal doctor, who is also the royal physician, stood up from the maid's arms, hugged the little prince, put him on the bed, pulled down the blanket, let him show his face, and said: "Please, everyone, diagnosis."

The waiting medical teams from various countries stepped forward in the order they came to diagnose the little prince's condition, then analyzed and issued a medical certificate.

Song Yu and the others came here at the same time as the medical teams from Thief and R.

There are already four of the five medical teams in front, and they have seen the little prince one by one, and after analyzing and diagnosing the disease.

The fifth medical team has also arrived at the little prince's side, and it will be their turn soon.

Pu Shidong gave Song Yu a cold look, sneered in his heart, and waited for the male servant in charge of this matter to come and call them, and assign them the sequence.

He thought that with his reputation as a miracle doctor, the king and queen would definitely let them see the little prince first.

As for the group of people in Huaguo, the level of medical treatment is not ranked high in the world, and being invited here is to give them great face.

Song Yu first smiled politely, with a dignified demeanor, and said humbly with the style of a big country: "Doctor Pu, doctor on the tree, please go first."

It's not that she is arrogant, she doesn't take action, the little prince's illness, none of the people present can cure it, it is not a disease at all, how to cure it?

The tree was very polite, bowed to show humility and said: "Doctor Song entered the bedroom first, you should invite me first!"

He knew that Hua Guo, the leader of the team, Dr. Song, must not be simple, but he didn't think how powerful her medical skills are. Doctors are different from other professions, and medicine needs accumulation and precipitation.

Even if she is a genius, it is impossible for her to achieve any great achievements at such an age. Besides, if she really has made great achievements in medicine, it is impossible for her to be unknown in the medical field.

He was checked, let alone in the international medical field, even in the Chinese medical field, she found no such person.

Pu Shidong originally wanted to see the little prince first, but when he heard the words from the tree, he choked up and vomited blood. Based on this calculation, Song Yu also entered the bedroom before him.

Song Yu looked at him, still with a mocking coldness in his eyes, and said, "Doctor Pu please first."

Pu Shidong said: "The doctor on the tree said that it was Dr. Song that you entered the bedroom door first, so naturally you were the first."

No matter who comes first, this Song Yu is just a waste, and it is absolutely impossible to cure the little prince's illness.

If Hua Guo's national doctor of Chinese medicine came over, he might still be a little afraid.

Now, in the Huaguo Medical Corps, Li Xun is his subordinate. Zhang Zheng's medical skills are about the same as Li Xun's, and cannot be compared with him.

Song Yu smiled: "Then I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

The time to finish speaking.

The medical team from Country K ahead had already diagnosed the little prince, and stepped aside to discuss.

The private doctor looked at several of their teams and nodded slightly.

Song Yu led the team forward and looked at the little prince lying on the bed.

The little guy is only about three years old. He has inherited the handsomeness and beauty of his parents. He is a very delicate and beautiful child.

But at this moment, every corner of his body was filled with black mist. The black mist seemed to be alive, and it was still flowing everywhere. The black mist in the heart was the worst, covering the entire heart.

In a coma, he still gritted his teeth tightly, closed his eyes tightly, his brows were wrinkled, and his body would twitch and tremble from time to time.

For her who is already a child's mother, she judges others by herself, knowing how profound and painful the child's illness will have on the mother and relatives.

Song Yu was looking at the little prince, carefully analyzing the direction of the resentment on him, and thinking in his heart, what should be done to concentrate the resentment that entangled him and eliminate it all at once.

People around are looking at her.

Especially Shushang and Pu Shidong stared at Song Yu almost without blinking their eyes, carefully observing her every move, and even every subtle change in her expression.

Pu Shidong saw her staring at the little prince for 5 minutes, and then felt her pulse, which only took more than ten seconds.

He looked at her extremely unprofessional behavior, and sneered in his heart, what, the little bitch is playing tricks.

Chinese medicine pays attention to seeing, hearing, and asking, but he has never met any doctor before, and he just watched it for 5 minutes, and the more important link of feeling the pulse, she just touched it hastily.

The tree is not a Chinese medicine doctor, but a Western medicine doctor, but looking at Song Yu's behavior at the moment, I also feel very confused. I don't know why she spent so long observing the little prince.

As doctors from neighboring countries who are familiar with Chinese medicine, they don't know what Song Yu is doing.

Western doctors in other western countries are even more confused. In their impression, the key point of Chinese medicine is to take the pulse. No one has any hope for such a young Song Yu.

After Song Yu took the pulse of the little prince, the rest of the medical team also stepped forward. The western doctor auscultated and the Chinese medicine felt the pulse. It was over soon and retreated to the side.

Mr. Li asked in a low voice, "Yu'er, how are you doing?"

Song Yu's voice was very low, very low, and said: "The little prince is not suffering from a disease, it is caused by entanglement of resentment and evil energy entering the body."

When she said this, no one questioned her. They all nodded seriously, expressing their affirmation and absolute trust in her.

Regarding the fact that their chief medical officer, Song Yu, is still a master of Fengshui and metaphysics, the people who followed the medical team this time all knew about it, but they had never seen her power with their own eyes.

It's time for them to talk here.

Pu Shidong has already given the little prince the pulse, unlike the other teams who need to discuss and analyze before giving a final diagnosis, he said straightforwardly: "Doctor George, the little prince's illness, in the words of our doctor H, is called Jingfeng, I once used acupuncture to treat such a patient, and the treatment effect was very good."

When he said this, he deliberately used e Mandarin, thinking that no one in the Huaguo medical team could understand it.

It was indeed expected by him.

The members of the Huaguo medical team really didn't understand. When they came, they thought that everyone could communicate in English without any barriers, so they didn't bother the translation team.

But he has calculated thousands of times, and Du Dulu has calculated Song Yu.

Song Yu glanced at him with eyes as cold as frost when he heard his words.

The old thief really doesn't want any face, Jingfeng is their h doctor?It is clearly the disease name of their Chinese medicine practitioners, I really want to tear this old bastard apart.

At this time, Pu Shidong thought he had won, so he turned his head and smiled provocatively at them.

Mr. Li instinctively felt that he had done nothing good, so he subconsciously asked Song Yu what he was talking about.

Song Yu lowered his voice and relayed to him.

Old Li's face turned red with anger, and his anger went straight to Tianling Gai. He couldn't bear it anymore, and stepped forward.