Medicinal Immortal

In the early morning of the next day, the old man came early, and the temple was cleaned up because of Tangning and the others' free consultation here. Today, a single bed that can lie flat was specially arranged and a screen was also provided. Isolated.

"Little master, here I am." The old man said, walking in with some anxiety.

"I'll tell you first."

Tangning looked at the old man and said, "If you want to be cured, you have to leave the tumor on your face cleaned. I will use anesthetics during the process. You will lose consciousness and fall asleep. After you are done, you have to live here for two. Observe it. If you think it’s okay, then we can start at any time. If you don’t want to do it, you can also leave."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face paled: "Cut it, cut it off? Can this thing on this face be cut off? Can I survive it?"

"If you cut it off, you can live naturally. If you don't cut it, you won't be able to live long." Tangning said, watching his face change and change without urging him, let him think clearly.

"Really able to live? I, I'm a little worried!" The old man couldn't help but said.

"Can live." Tangning gave an affirmative.

Upon hearing this, the old man gritted his teeth: "Okay, the old man believes in the little master." After all, so many people have been here for treatment these days, and they have really been cured.

"Xiaoyou, find a few people to guard the door, and then prepare some water to come in, Xiaohe, give him the boiled water." Tangning confessed, motioning for the two to start preparing.

"Yes." The two responded, and quickly started to work together.

After about half of the incense, Tangning walked behind the screen. The old man had already lay down and fell asleep. At this moment, Tangning cleaned his hands and stepped forward, took out the knife from the space, and said to Qi Bohe on the side: "You Look carefully."

"Yes." Qi Bohe responded, battling to the side.

The people who lined up outside the temple heard that the old Huang with a lump on his face was healed today, and they were all waiting outside, talking: "You said, can the thing on Old Huang's face be healed?"

"I don't think it's possible. It's said that that piece came from meat? And it has grown up year after year. How many years has it been? I haven't heard that it can be cured."

"But those little masters have very good medical skills, maybe they can be cured!"

"Wait, maybe you'll know."

The people outside were waiting. As time passed a little bit, seeing that there was still no movement in the temple, they couldn't help but poked their heads to look at it. Unfortunately, they couldn't see anything.

In the temple, behind the screen, Qi Baihe's heart was shaking, and his mood also fluctuated greatly. It was the first time he saw someone who could sew up skin and flesh with embroidery needles.

The old man lying on the bed was still asleep, as if he didn't know the pain, but the lump on his face had been cut off. He watched his master wash his hands after the final steps, and he followed back. open.

"Master, is this all right?" His throat was a little tight, and the first time he saw such a healing technique, his heart was shocked.

"Well, he will wake up after the anaesthetic, but I gave him a needle so that he won't move after waking up." Tangning said, after wiping his hands, he cleaned up all the tools and put them into the space before looking towards him. He asked: "Did you see everything clearly?"

"See it clearly." He nodded and said.

"See clearly and don't cut it casually. This is related to the nerves and blood on the face. A little carelessness will cause death." She exhorted.