The Son-in-law Is The Reborn Drakenlord

0After saying that, Hu Qingshan went to the side of the bed and saw him take out a needle bag and open it. On top of it was a row of silver needles of different sizes.    

    

His gaze swept across these silver needles one by one. He then took out the longest silver needle and used it to detoxify the alcohol.    

    

He held the long and thin silver needle in his hand and came to the front of the bed. Once again, he turned his head to look at Ye Yun.    

    

"Kid, look clearly."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, his wrist trembled and the silver needle in his hand suddenly changed.    

    

The few people present were instantly dumbstruck, and their faces were filled with shock.    

    

"This is? "    

    

With a shake of his wrist.    

    

The silver needle suddenly became as red as fire, as if it had been melted by high temperature steel.    

    

Everyone could even feel hot steam coming out of it.    

    

In the next moment, the red lava spread forward, and an inch long needle suddenly grew out of the tip of the silver needle.    

    

The originally long and thin silver needle suddenly became longer and longer. The entire silver needle was emitting a fiery heat wave. It was incomparably mystical.    

    

The few people who saw this scene were dumbstruck. Their faces were filled with shock.    

    

When they came back to their senses, Tung Yonghui was the first to cry out in alarm.    

    

"Divine Skill, this is a Divine Skill!"    

    

Zhao Zhixiong was also shocked.    

    

"Unbelievable, this is unbelievable. Master Hu is indeed worthy of his skill. Such a skill is truly unpredictable!"    

    

Du Shirong was so excited that he couldn't say a word. He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart.    

    

His son was saved. This time, his son was really saved.    

    

Even Chung Wenzhong's mouth was wide open when he saw this. He had to admit that this move of Master Hu was truly unbelievable.    

    

Ye Yun said faintly.    

    

"Stop showing off. Hurry up and attack."    

    

Great Master Hu Qingshan, who was enjoying the worship of the crowd, suddenly had a gloomy expression.    

    

This damn kid, I will kill him later!    

    

Seeing that he had been angered by Ye Yun, Tung Yonghui quickly consoled him.    

    

"Master Hu, don't bother with this kind of trash who only knows how to talk. It will be a disgrace to your identity."    

    

"You're right. You are a dignified person. It's not worth it for you to get angry with this fake Godly Doctor."    

    

Zhao Zhixiong looked at Ye Yun with disdain.    

    

Du Shirong stared at Ye Yun coldly and urged him.    

    

"Mr. Soliciting Hands, please continue."    

    

Hu Qingshan felt much better after getting the support of these people. He nodded lightly.    

    

Then he raised his hand and pierced the silver needle into the young man's head.    

    

In a split second, it was as if all the blood in the young man's body was surging and flowing towards the silver needle. The fiery-red silver needle turned black in the blink of an eye.    

    

In the next second, the young man, who was originally as thin as firewood, became even more skinny.    

    

One blood vessel after another clearly appeared on his skin. His lips shrank, and his eyeballs almost popped out of his deeply sunken eye sockets.    

    

Even the festering wounds had become dry and cracked.    

    

In short, he looked like a withered tree branch that had been dried by a withered wind.    

    

Seeing this scene, the few of them couldn't help but be shocked.    

    

What was going on?    

    

Why did it become even more serious!?    

    

Du Shirong looked terrified. He could not help but shiver as he said,    

    

"Master Hu... this... this is?"    

    

Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Hu Qingshan.    

    

"Don't panic!"    

    

Hu Qingshan's tone was indifferent.    

    

From a point of view that no one could see, both of their eyes were blood-red. Their expressions were incomparably crazy, and they were extremely excited.    

    

It had finally succeeded!    

    

In the next moment, his wrist shook once again, and a stream of air whistled out, following the silver needle and injecting into the young man's body.    

    

The young man who was originally dry was recovering bit by bit.    

    

First was his head, then his body, and then his four limbs.    

    

After a while, a dried corpse was filled up.    

    

The face was no longer sunken, the blood vessels were no longer protruding, and the skin was rejuvenated.    

    

Apart from his hair that had fallen off and his face still had a bit of deathly aura, he had already returned to his normal appearance.    

    

Although there was still a hint of deathly aura, compared to just now, this was already a tremendous change.    

    

Furthermore, in such a short period of time, he had recovered to his original state. This method could really be described as a 'Divine Skill'.    

    

At least, other than Ye Yun, everyone else thought so.    

    

When they saw this Divine Immortal technique, all of them were stunned.    

    

Their eyes were filled with shock and their expressions were dull.    

    

They were unable to react in time.    

    

When Hu Qingshan saw the reaction of the crowd, a trace of disdain flashed across his eyes. A bunch of ants!    

    

He slowly removed the silver needle, removed the poison, and inserted it back into the needle bag. He said faintly,    

    

"Alright, the person is fine now."    

    

Only after he spoke did the few of them come back to their senses. They could not help but be excited and shocked.    

    

Tung Yonghui was the first to speak out in shock.    

    

"Master Hu's attack just now was truly a Divine Immortal technique!"    

    

"Reviving the dead? It can't even be described as reviving the dead!"    

    

Zhao Zhixiong was shocked.    

    

Although Chung Wenzhong didn't say anything, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion.    

    

Du Shirong's face was trembling with excitement. His eyes were filled with gratitude and shock as he looked at Hu Qingshan, not knowing what to say.    

    

With just a silver needle, he had cured a disease that lasted for three years.    

    

And the whole process took less than a minute.    

    

First, he made the silver needle emit a lava-like flame, and then the silver needle became longer.    

    

Especially in the end, a withered person would instantly return to his original state.    

    

It was like a withered flower returning to spring.    

    

Unbelievable!    

    

Unbelievable!    

    

Such medical skills could not even be described as Immortal Arts.    

    

At this moment, the few of them had already regarded Hu Qingshan as a god, treating him like a god.    

    

They looked at him with reverence and even sincerity.    

    

When Du Shirong regained his senses, he rushed to the front of the sickbed and held his son's hand with trembling hands.    

    

He stared at the familiar face.    

    

Ever since his son got infected, he had rapidly lost weight. It had been a long time since he saw his son's original appearance.    

    

At this moment, Zhao Zhixiong suddenly bowed toward Hu Qingshan.    

    

"Master Hu, I have something to ask of you, Master."    

    

"What is it? Tell me."    

    

Hu Qingshan said lightly.    

    

"I want to ask the master to treat my son. Can I?"    

    

"Tell me about your son's problem first. If you can solve it with just a few words, I won't bother to help you."    

    

Hu Qingshan's tone was full of arrogance.    

    

Upon hearing this, the admiration on Zhao Zhixiong's face intensified. This was a true miracle doctor!    

    

He quickly said.    

    

"This is definitely a tricky illness. Only you, Master Hu, can cure it. It's like this, my son was struck in the head by lightning. He was a good person, but now he has become a fool. Master, please help me, please save my son. "    

    

After saying that, he bowed to Hu Qingshan again with a begging look on his face.    

    

"Have you been struck dumb by the lightning?"    

    

Hu Qingshan nodded.    

    

"That should be because his marrow sea is insufficient, his primordial spirit is damaged, and his phlegm is disturbed. Simply put, he lost his soul and soul."    

    

"Right, right, that's the symptom the great master spoke of."    

    

Zhao Zhixiong was overjoyed.    

    

As expected of the master. After hearing what I said, he came to the same conclusion as the expert.    

    

Zhao Zhixiong looked at him expectantly.    

    

"Master, can my son... be cured?"    

0

    

"Others may not be able to, but I can."    

    

Hu Qingshan said proudly.    

    

"Bring him here."    

    

"Yes, yes, please wait for a moment. I will bring him here now!"    

    

Zhao Zhixiong was very excited and ran out with gratitude.    

    

At this time, Du Shirong turned around and said with a puzzled expression.    

    

"Master Hu, why hasn't my son woken up yet?"    

    

His expression was agitated just now, and he subconsciously shook his son a few times, but the other party did not react at all.    

    

Hu Qingshan said with a calm expression.    

    

"Don't worry. The root of his illness has been cured, but he has been ill for too long, and his body is very weak. He will only wake up tomorrow morning."    

    

Du Shirong had just let out a sigh of relief.    

    

Ye Yun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.    

    

He smiled coldly and shook his head.    

    

"Your son will die in less than ten minutes before tomorrow!"    

    

What!?    

    

My son will be out of breath in ten minutes?    

    

Du Shirong was stunned for a moment, then he flew into a rage. He pointed his trembling finger at Ye Yun and started cursing.    

    

"Bastard! What did you just say? You dare to curse my son! My son is clearly fine, what do you want to do?"    

    

" Ye, what do you mean by this? Is it because Master Hu cured the adult's son? Are you not convinced? How dare you curse someone to die in ten minutes? I think you are courting death!"    

    

Tung Yonghui's expression was also furious as he said in a cold voice.    

    

Du Shirong's anger could not be stopped. He turned his eyes to Chung Wenzhong and roared.    

    

"Chung Wenzhong, who did you bring here?! As a doctor, he did not have good medical skills. He cursed the young man! You dare to bring such a person here to treat my son's illness? Chung Wenzhong... Let me tell you, you don't have the right to bid this time. Not only that, your position is already at the top! "    

    

After saying that, he slapped the bedside table. His face was red and his body was trembling. He was clearly angered badly.    

    

Hearing what he said, Tung Yonghui's heart was so excited that he almost jumped up. However, he shouted angrily at Chung Wenzhong.    

    

"Chung Wenzhong, look at how angry you have made the master. Bring someone to treat him. Why didn't you ask about his character first? How dare you bring this kind of quack here to treat the adults' son? I suspect that you have evil intentions now. Intentionally harm the adults' son!"    

    

The two of them continued to bombard Ye Yun and Chung Wenzhong.    

    

Ye Yun had a calm expression, and there was even a sneer on his face.    

    

However, Chung Wenzhong's face was ashen. He tried to argue with them, but he didn't know how to respond.    

    

In the end, he was silent for a while, but he still gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.    

    

"Master, Mr. Ye won't lie. His power is beyond your imagination. Since he said that your son will die in ten minutes, I think it's better for us to be more cautious."    

    

"There are still eight minutes left!"    

    

Ye Yun glanced at the young man on the bed and said faintly again.    

    

"Hmph!"    

    

Du Shirong slapped hard on the bedside table, creating a loud noise that shook the sky. His eyes were blood-red as he stared at the two men.    

    

"You two damn shut up! Say one more word, do you believe that I won't order people to beat you up?"    

    

"What a stubborn fellow!"    

    

Tung Yonghui sneered.    

    

"No need to call for others, no need to speak anymore. I will now order all of you to get out of here! Otherwise, I will kill all of you right now!"    

    

Great Master Hu Qingshan, who had been silent all this time, had a ferocious expression on his face. He stared at Ye Yun with a fierce expression, and his eyes were filled with frenzied killing intent.    

    

When Ye Yun said those words, his face was filled with killing intent.    

    

If it wasn't for the fact that he attacked in front of Du Shirong, the provincial governor, he wouldn't have attacked so casually.    

    

"Hurry up and get lost!"    

    

Du Shirong roared at Ye Yun and Chung Wenzhong.    

    

"There's no hurry. I'll let you see something good first."