The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Seeing Bai Jingting shaking his head, Bai Juntang couldn't help being surprised and said: "Jingting, what's wrong? It can't be cured?"

The usually calm woman finally showed a sad look on her face, and her body trembled involuntarily. But she still stood strong, not crying, but looking at Bai Jingting with pleading eyes.

"Doctor Bai, you are the miracle doctor in the capital, you can definitely save him! Please, save the child!"

Bai Jingting sighed: "The heart vessels are blocked, all the five internal organs are weakened, the six gods have no master, and the seven orifices are closed... It is already a miracle that I can still breathe until now."

People on the street could not help but feel a little disappointed, and at the same time expressed deep sympathy for the mother and son who had come all the way here.

It seems that if Bai Jingting says it can't be cured, it really can't be cured. They all ignored that there was a young man standing there, betting five billion with the Bai family.

Bai Juntang also sighed and said to Dawa: "Sister, please forgive me. My nephew can't be cured, and no one in the world can cure him."

Dawa glanced at the child lying on the cart with emotion, and his eyes were a little moist. After so many years of hard work, step by step, from Tibet to the capital, even the strong Dorje became so weak, but she never gave up, just because she still had a glimmer of hope.

Isn't it the glimmer of hope that people live for?

But now, hope is dashed.

The woman finally couldn't bear it any longer, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes, falling onto the ancient and hard bluestone with a clatter.

This old street at the entrance of Baicaotang has carried the tears of countless relatives for hundreds of years.

The moment the tears fell on the bluestone, colorful lights flashed in the sunlight, and it was instantly smoothed out, reflecting the sky like a mirror. The sky is green, shining on the world, which is the most ruthless.

The dust accumulated in the dry weather in the capital soon made that tear disappear.

Dawa wiped the corners of her eyes and turned around to look at young Li Muchen.

She never thought that Li Muchen could cure Sanji's disease. It was not that she looked down upon Li Muchen, but that in her eyes, Li Muchen was so young, just like her child.

Now, this is her last straw.

She looked at Li Muchen sincerely and expectantly, with tears in her eyes, and bowed and said: "Child, oh no, Master, please save Sanji, save my child!"

When she said this, people on the street remembered that the five billion bet was still going on, and Li Muchen had another chance to take action.

The moment Bai Jingting shook his head and admitted that he couldn't cure it, the initiative was already in Li Muchen's hands.

But people still didn't believe that he could cure the poor child who had been sentenced to death by Doctor Bai or God.

Bai Juntang said to Dawa: "Sister, don't count on it. Look at how old he is. He is only a few years older than your child. Even if he started studying medicine from his mother's womb, how much foundation does he have? How many people have he treated? Jingting is My head, the Bai family, is the number one doctor in the capital. If he says he can’t cure it, then no one in the capital can cure it.”

Dawa didn't seem to hear, he just looked at Li Muchen expectantly and wanted to bow to Li Muchen again.

Li Muchen walked over, supported her and said, "Sangji will get better, I will cure him."

Dawa was stunned for a moment as if he couldn't believe it: "Really? Thank you... thank you!"

"No need to thank me." Li Muchen smiled, "You helped me win five billion. It's not too late for me to thank you."

"Hmph!" Bai Juntang snorted coldly, "Boy, I haven't been diagnosed with the disease yet, so don't talk big words yet. Sister, you have to be careful. There are a lot of scammers now. Be careful if they use hormones or something to give you a comeback."

Li Muchen ignored Bai Juntang, but looked at Bai Jingting and asked, "Doctor Bai, are you not going to try again? Or, let the rest of the Bai family come out and take a look. Maybe someone can cure it."

Bai Jingting's face was as dark as water, and he said: "No need! I, Bai Jingting, still have some self-knowledge about what diseases can be cured and what diseases cannot be cured. This man is terminally ill, his heart pulse is half dead, and his divine veins are gone. Unless he is a god, no one can Can’t be saved!”

"Dr. Bai, are you going too far? What if I cure him?" Li Muchen said with a smile.

Bai Jingting said: "If you can really cure him, I, Bai Jingting, will be defeated. I will personally make a banner for you as the number one miracle doctor in the capital!"

"Jingting..."

Bai Juntang became anxious when he heard this. Although he did not believe that Li Muchen could cure Sanji, he was an old gangster and gambler. Who could say for sure what might happen.

Losing five billion is not a big deal, and losing reputation is not a big deal. People are forgetful. After a while, people will forget what happened today. At most, Li Muchen has achieved success, but the Lao Bai family is still the Lao Bai family, Baicaotang Or Baicaotang.

But once the banner is given away, it will be different. It is equivalent to giving away the title of No. [-] in the capital of the Bai family.

When Bai Juntang opened his mouth, Bai Jingting waved his hand to stop him and said: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. We are doctors, and doctors put morality first. If he can really cure this disease, there is no harm in admitting that he is better than me. ? If the children of the Bai family are promising, they will take back the title of number one in the future."

Bai Juntang said in his heart, you said it lightly, it is not easy to take back what you have given away!

But seeing that Bai Jingting was determined, Bai Juntang couldn't say anything more. He frowned and whispered to a staff member of Baicaotang who was watching the fun beside him: "Quickly go inside and ask the Taoist Master to come out."

The man responded and trotted into Baicao Hall.

Li Muchen smiled and shook his head. Although the pennant was of no use to him, he didn't mind if the Bai family gave him one.

However, he did admire Bai Jingting's magnanimity. It's just that this person seems to be very resentful of himself, for some unknown reason.

Li Muchen walked to the cart, lowered his head and glanced at Sanji on the cart, especially Sanji's eyes.

In fact, the root cause of Sanchi's illness is very simple, that is, there is a demon soul in his body, which eats his soul.

Logically speaking, Sanji should have died long ago. But the soul of the snake demon seemed to be protecting him, clinging to his soul to prevent it from being swallowed by the toad.

Several years have passed, and the snake soul has merged with Sanji's soul, becoming somewhat inseparable.

This is consistent with the story told by Sanchi’s mother Dawa.

Dawa said that Sanchi was blinded by an eagle when he was trying to protect a snake when he was a child.

Later, he knocked over the ever-burning lantern in the temple and burned the toads raised in the temple.

The toad must be a monster raised in the temple, and the ever-bright lamp is not an ordinary ever-bright lamp, otherwise the monster will not be burned to death.

After the death of the toad, in order to take revenge, it possessed Sanji's body and sucked his soul.

Or there is another possibility that the living Buddha in the temple wants to use Sanji's body to resurrect the toad demon.

But the snake that Sanchi saved came to repay his kindness, and it also possessed Sanchi's body to protect Sanchi. So after so many years, although Sanchi became weaker and weaker, he still still had a breath.

For Li Muchen, it was easy to kill the toad demon.

The difficulty is that the snake in Sanji's body has been entangled with his soul for many years, and it is difficult to separate.

In addition, Sanji's eyes were pecked blind when he was a child, and he has been blind for too long. Although there is a cure using immortal methods, it is also very troublesome to cure. It may be easier and more practical to teach him spiritual sensing.

Seeing Li Muchen frowning and saying nothing, Bai Juntang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Boy, stop pretending. This is Baicao Hall, where famous doctors gather. Don't expect to use any crooked tricks to get through!"

But I heard Li Muchen say: "Bring me the needle!"