Chapter 122: Cure

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Chapter 122

It was at the door of the Accord auction house that Feng Hao stopped again.

Seems like no money?

With a twitch of his mouth, he realized that he was now completely poor.

A high-level pharmacist, even better than a prefecture-level pharmacist, has a shortage of money. This is to say, who believes?

I just wanted to look back. Feng Hao saw a group of people rushing out of the Accord auction house, all of them were flustered, seemingly something extraordinary.

"Get out of here!"

Six strong men carefully carried a young man with a blank face, and a dozen strong men responded before and after, and a few young middle-aged men, cleared a road, towards the direction of Wangdu's pharmacist association Hurriedly.

"what?"

Inadvertently, Feng Hao glanced at the old man's face, sweeping his palms holding his heart tightly, and raised his eyebrows, "That person seems to have the" coronary heart disease "recorded in the Codex of Pesticides? "

Sick, this has nothing to do with your strength. Even if you are Wu Zong, Wu Zun, or even a higher rank, you will get sick and get sick, not that you can fight with high strength. If you ca n’t get it, Treatment is bound to be a dead end!

Therefore, on Tianwu University 6, the identity of the pharmacist is extremely noble, and even the strongest standing on the top will give three points to those high-level pharmacists.

You are strong enough to say that you are not injured, but who can guarantee that you are not sick?

Moreover, disease is not the same as trauma. Disease must be treated with relative medicinal properties. In other words, if there is no record in a pharmacopoeia that can cure a certain disease, it cannot be treated.

Ordinary yellow-level pharmacists, that is, those who can only treat those common colds and colds, are a little heavier, and it is bound to require Xuan-level pharmacists.

Therefore, the level of a pharmacopoeia depends mainly on how many diseases can be treated, and the more pharmacopoeia required for the aggregation of elixir, it is bound to be able to treat more diseases.

However, this 'coronary heart disease' is not a common disease. According to the Divine Pesticide Codex, this disease has a high probability of getting sick in the elderly, and if there is no timely treatment, there is almost only a dead end.

Feng Hao wanted to go directly to the academy before taking a few steps. After thinking about it, maybe the old man was from the Accord auction house and turned around.

"I owe you, I will return it!"

With a sigh, he shook his head and walked towards the pharmacist's guild.

At this time, the pharmacist's guild of Wangdu also made a mess because of the old man's condition.

"What noisy?"

An old crane man walked down slowly from upstairs, watching the chaotic scene, he yelled out loud.

This old man is the president of Wangdu Pharmaceutical Association, Kuang Yi, and one of the two middle-level pharmacists of Xilan Kingdom.

After seeing Kuang Yi down, the Ouyang family and his party surrounded them.

"President Kuang, you have to save my father."

The man talking was a thick-browed man, who was the head of the Accord, Ouyang Qiong.

Seeing Ouyang Qiong, Kuang Yi's face slowly eased. After all, this Accord auction house donates a lot of elixir for the pharmacists' association free of charge every year, and every time, as long as it is requested by itself, the Accord people They are all looking for themselves.

"let me see."

Kuang Yi frowned, and walked towards the old man lying there. When everyone saw it, they also gave way.

This old man is the father of Ouyang Qiong and the head of the Accord, Ouyang Yuan.

Looking at Ou Yangyuan's pale complexion, the corners of his mouth twitching, and at the position where he held his hands tightly, he slightly twitched his pulse, and Kuang Yi's heart trembled, which was to release his hand.

"I can't cure this disease!"

He sighed. Every year, the king died in this disease of the powerful people, and all of them have gone. So far, it is not clear what the disease is. Every patient has died in boundless pain.

However, this painful time will not be too long, usually within an hour, the heart will die and die.

In fact, the people in Ouyang's family were almost clear, but there was a bit of luck in their hearts. Upon hearing this, Ouyang Qiong was almost stunned and almost fell down, showing despair on one face.

"President Kuang, you must rescue my father!"

He woke up and pulled Kuang Yi's arm tightly, begging, tears were shining in the eyes of a pair of tigers.

"Well ... this disease, even if you go to Huangdu, it may not be cured. It can be said that this is one of the rare terminal illnesses in the world. Only those high-level people who travel around the world can have the ability to rule."

Kuang Yi also explained helplessly.

A pharmacist cannot cure a disease, and he is not very happy.

"How could this be? How could this be ...?"

Looking at the twitching old man, Ouyang Qiong's heart followed with soreness, and his face had long lost his usual savvy attitude, replaced by panic and grief.

"Who can heal? Who can heal my father's ice, and I make millions of dollars!"

He let go of Kuang Yi's arm and looked at each pharmacist, but dozens of pharmacists shook their heads and sighed. Kuang Yi could not do it. How could they cure it?

"I can rule!"

A clear voice came in from outside the pharmacist's guild, so that everyone present heard the sound.

I saw a handsome young man with a beautiful appearance, staring eyes and eyes, with a sword and eyebrows, and a cowardly nose.

"A student of Fengyue College?"

Feng Hao's school robe sold his identity.

"This little brother, are you really OK?"

Ouyang Qiong also frowned.

Feng Hao also looks like fifteen or sixteen years old. Such a young man does not have high credibility.

"Don't you know if you try?"

Feng Hao still had a relaxed smile and said lightly.

"and many more."

When Feng Hao was ready to cure, Kuang Yi reached out and stopped. He looked at Feng Hao with a suspicious look and asked, "Little brother, are you a pharmacist?"

"Well, naturally."

Folding his hands, Feng Hao put the washed pharmacist's robe on his body, and suddenly, he was a little expensive again.

"Yellow level high level."

The three-striped road on Feng Hao's pharmacist's robe was also startled with some surprise.

"Yellow level, good."

Kuang Yi was also a little hesitant, and then asked again, "This disease can be cured by a yellow pharmacist of yours?"

"Hehe, Sir, since you are both dead, why don't you let me try?"

Hearing that Feng Hao was still smiling and asked.

"President Kuang, let him try it."

Looking at the more powerful Ouyang Yuan who was constantly twitching, Ouyang Qiong couldn't help coming out.

"Ok."

Kuang Yi frowned, but let it go.