Chapter 11: How can you thank me

Qin Ziyi heard an exclamation not far away, and immediately knew it was broken!

She knew that this little mess had been seen by others, and that her appearance was obviously her own initiative. This must be misunderstood!

How to explain this!

Suddenly, Qin Ziyi felt that his face was suddenly on fire, and even his whole body seemed to have been put into the stove.

She knew who the exclamation was from, it was the voice of the little bird.

Little Queer, is that beautiful little maid.

Xiao Queer and Qin Ziyi have been together for a full ten years. Although she is just a maid, Qin Ziyi treats her very well.

It can be said that the two love sisters.

Xiao Que'er had already walked quickly, but she looked anxious. She first glanced at Tang Long, then looked at the pretty blood-red Qin Ziyi, and hurriedly said: "Pavilion Master, it’s not good, Mr. Sun. , He is dying!"

"what!"

Qin Ziyi's face suddenly changed when she heard what Xiao Que'er said, and she forgot to be shy and angry!

She hurriedly broke away from Tang Long's embrace: "What did Mr. Zhao say?!"

"Mr. Zhao said that the internal injury of Sun Lao was too serious, and the delay was too long. Now, the vitality has been cut off, I am afraid—"

"I'm afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid I won't live for two hours!"

"Go!"

Qin Ziyi pressed down two words, and hurried away, of course Xiao Que'er followed closely.

Tang Long paused and followed him.

The three of them hurriedly, before long, they walked into a room. In this room, there were already three people gathered together, as if they were discussing something, their expressions all looked helpless.

"Old Sun!"

Qin Ziyi rushed over in a hurry, and had already reached the side of the lying person.

Tang Long followed and looked at the person lying there. This was an old man in his 50s or 60s. The old man looked haggard, skinny, and had a weak breath. He seemed to die at any time.

Quietly stretched out his hand, Tang Long gently grasped the old man's wrist, then, his fingers fell on the pulse of the wrist, and he quietly probed the old man's pulse.

Qin Ziyi didn't pay attention to Tang Long, nor did the little **** on one side.

The three people next to him also didn't care about Tang Long.

"Ziyi, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore." The thin and weak old man lying there, his voice was very weak, looking at Qin Ziyi, there was an obvious frustration and worry on his face: "In the future, you must take good care of yourself, that position, Don't think about it."

"I know, I know." Qin Ziyi's eyes reddened, and tears fell down.

"Ziyi, don't be sad. People will inevitably die. I'm so old that I deserve to die." The old man's eyes were muddy, and his dry hand gently grabbed Qin Ziyi's hand: "I'm just, rest assured If you don’t, you have to take good care of this. With this, those people will listen to you, and for the time being, they can barely keep you safe."

The weak voice fell, and a small black sign appeared in the old man's hand.

"Lao Sun—— woo woo ——"

Qin Ziyi was already crying, tears rolling down.

The little **** next to her also began to chuckle, and it seemed that at this time, the little **** was also very sad.

Tang Long frowned slightly beside him at this moment, and said, "Don't cry, he can't die!"

"what did you say?"

Qin Ziyi apparently heard what Tang Long said, turned his head abruptly, and looked straight at Tang Long, as if a drowning man grabbed the straw.

Xiao Queer's teary eyes were dim, and she was also looking at Tang Long.

At this moment, the eyes of these two girls all revealed a very obvious expectation.

Tang Long said seriously: "I said, this old man can't die!"

"Master Tang, you are just a useless waste. What qualifications do you have to treat a patient?!" A very unceremonious voice sounded, and then a person walked in front of Tang Long.

This person glared at Tang Long, looking upset.

Tang Long knew this guy.

This guy is called Zhao Zhijin, and he is the most famous doctor in Fengyun City. Moreover, this guy is still an alchemist, but he is only a first-grade alchemist.

In Fengyun City, when it comes to medical skills, almost everyone is sure that Zhao Zhijin is the first!

Moreover, Zhao Zhijin's level of refining spirit pills is also very good, with a high success rate, and he can refine many kinds of spirit pills.

Tang Long didn't put Zhao Zhijin in his eyes.

He looked at Zhao Zhijin and pointed at the dying old man: "You said he is going to die?"

"Not bad!" Zhao Zhijin nodded affirmatively, and then said unceremoniously: "Tang Xingtong—"

"My name is Tang Long!"

"I don't care what your name is, I only know that you are not qualified to deny my judgment. I, Zhao Zhijin, are in Fengyun City, and that is also a number one. No one dares to question my medical skills in Fengyun City!"

"Really?" Tang Long's mouth was pulled up slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared: "You said before that this old man is dead, but what if I can let him live?!"

"Impossible!" Zhao Zhijin said affirmatively: "He is deficient in qi and blood, and his internal injuries have recurred, his five internal organs have been severely damaged, and his vitality has been cut off. He can hold on for two hours with only one breath of Dantian support. , It is already a miracle!"

Tang Long stopped paying attention to this guy.

He turned his head, his eyes fell on Qin Ziyi's body: "Ziyi, if I let this old man come to life, how can you thank me?"

Qin Ziyi hesitated slightly, and asked, "Can you really cure Elder Sun?"

"of course!"

"If you can really cure--" Qin Ziyi paused: "You said, what do you want?!"

"I want you to marry me!" Tang Long said straightforwardly: "I know, this martial arts contest is not true. Now, I want you to marry me, dare you agree?!"

"Miss Qin, don't listen to him. He is a trash and doesn't understand medicine at all!" Zhao Zhijin next to him, watching Qin Ziyi persuade him and said: "What he said is nonsense at all. He is lying to you, you must not Trust him!"

Qin Ziyi glanced down at the haggard old man.

Slightly silent, he raised his head and looked at Tang Long with a very serious look in his eyes: "If you can really cure Lao Sun, I, I can agree to your request!"

"Very good!" Tang Long was very satisfied, turning his head to look at Zhao Zhijin: "Now, it's nothing for you, you can already go!"

"Miss Qin, do you really believe in this rubbish?!" Zhao Zhijin looked at Qin Ziyi. He didn't believe in Tang Long at all. He was a first-grade alchemist and couldn't heal this old man, and even he couldn't make this old man too much. After living for a long time, how could Tang Long cure this old man? !

This is absolutely impossible!

Even, in Zhao Zhijin's opinion, if there is no superb elixir or superb medicine, no matter how good a doctor is, he will definitely not be able to cure this old man.

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