The reborn miracle doctor used cheats, and the prince loved him

"Yes, but I'm hungry and sick now, and I don't even have the strength to write down the instructions. If I die first, what will you do?"

Shen Qin said weakly.

"Row!"

Qinglong said bitterly.

"This protector not only gives you food, but also treats your illness and treats you like a grandfather. But don't fool me. If my condition becomes serious, I will have your disciple perform surgery."

Shen Qin said.

"Also, the prescription I prescribe requires my apprentice to boil the medicine. Only he can control the heat. You must treat him well. If I find that he loses weight again, I will deliberately prescribe a prescription that is slow to cure the disease. You and I suffer together.”

Qinglong was so angry that he pointed at Shen Qin and cursed.

"You are so despicable and shameless."

"Thank you, my patient, for your praise. Let's talk to each other."

Shen Qin turned over with some difficulty, sat up against the wall, and said with a bit of arrogance.

"Come on, give me good wine and meat first, and then give me the Four Treasures of the Study. I will punish you with the plague god."

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"stop!"

In the woods, an old man in green clothes held a sword in one hand and covered the sword wound on his abdomen with the other. He ran forward desperately. Behind him was a group of pursuers with a fierce look on his face and a menacing momentum.

"The devil is here to stop you!"

The old man was running panting and looking back, but he accidentally tripped over a fallen dead tree on the ground.

Seeing that the soldiers were about to catch up, the old man knew that he was outnumbered, so he hurriedly got up, climbed up a thick branch, and took advantage of the opportunity to climb up an old tree that had just sprouted.

The old man climbed the tree very fast, as agile as a monkey, and looked stupid at the dozen pursuers.

He reached a high place, hugged the trunk and sat on the branches, panting.

"Get down!"

The soldiers surrounded the tree and shouted loudly.

"If you tell me to go down, I will go down. Am I stupid? Will I go down and get stabbed?"

The old man hugged the tree trunk tightly and complained with a grimace on his face.

"You said that I am a childless old man who is about to be buried. If I offend anyone, you must put me to death. Is this Huang Zhao's order?"

The leader of the corps commander was too lazy to answer him and ordered his soldiers.

"Which of you can climb a tree and get him down?"

All the soldiers shook their heads, and those who could climb trees did not dare to admit it. If they were kicked down by the old guy, they would be seriously injured even if they were not dead.

A soldier suggested,

"Boss, this tree is not too thick. If you push the tree down, he will naturally come down."

After hearing this, the corporal commander felt that what he said made sense, "Then let's do it!"

The soldiers obeyed the order and began to push the tree together, chanting one, two, three. Even though the tree was 30 or [-] years old, it could not withstand the brute force of these dozen people and began to shake violently.

The old man was so frightened that he hugged the tree trunk desperately and shouted loudly.

"Master Weng, you are here, save me quickly, they are spies and want to kill me!"

The soldiers were shocked when they heard him shouting. They turned around quickly and laughed when they found that no one was there.

"No one in this barren mountain will save you!"

The soldiers continued to push the tree, and the roots of the tree were pried out and began to tilt. The old man looked into the distance and shouted again,

"Your Highness King Xi, Your Highness King Xi, come and save me!"

The soldiers naturally didn't believe it and didn't look back. They pushed the tree down with all their strength. The old man jumped down the moment the tree fell, but he still injured his leg and was kneeling on the ground unable to get up.

"Old man, accept your fate!"

Without further ado, the captain raised his sword and slashed at the old man's neck.

"Wow" sound.

The blood splashed out instantly, covering the old man like a rain of blood. The old man raised his head, only to see the corps leader falling down while holding his bloody neck.

Then, a golden copper fan flashed through the air like an arc of electricity. Several soldiers in the front row who didn't react had their necks wiped and screamed as they fell to the ground.

A beautiful hand caught the rotating copper fan, shook it, and shook off the blood beads on the fan.

"Alas, I accidentally soiled the fan painted by sir again."

The man holding the fan is wearing a purple robe and a white jade crown on his head. He has a tall and well-proportioned figure. His peach blossom eyes seem to be flowing with water. He is extremely handsome. There is a graceful and noble temperament in his movements.

He flew up to the old man's side, leaned down, and stretched out his hand.

"Old Taoist, don't worry, can you still stand up?"

Before the old man could answer, he was interrupted by an angry soldier, pointing at the man in purple and questioning loudly.

"Who are you? How dare you massacre officers and soldiers?"

The man in purple shook his fan and smiled slightly.

"Oh, I'm here to collect herbs."