Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Being stared at by everyone, Fu Guanci complained disapprovingly: "It's not good to be old. You just fall asleep and don't care where you go."

He Qingyu nodded in agreement.

After a pause, he used this as a negative example, like a strict teacher teaching his apprentice, and gently warned: "Don't learn it."

The unconscious Emperor shook violently, probably a fearless resistance from his body. He cried for his own deep offense and the possibility of his dignity being restored.

Duan Tinghan pushed the wheelchair past silently. Who would learn this?

The next second, Shen Zhinian reached out to stop the wheelchair, with a sharp look in his eyes: "It's my turn."

Duan Tinghan said "Oh", with a look of relief, as if to say "Yes, you want more food too", and stood up to give up his wheelchair.

Stool wheelchair?

The shift change was so smooth, it was obvious that it had been discussed in advance and they would take turns to be the fake cripple.

Three people take turns sitting in a wheelchair. You are really unique on this bizarre track.

Shen Zhinian, who was sitting firmly in a comfortable wheelchair and ready to watch, turned his gaze to the few people who were stunned and speechless.

Seeing the queen and her son looking at him with three parts of bewilderment, three parts of innocence, and four parts of shock, he chuckled, "No one says you have to be in an accident before you can sit in a wheelchair, right?"

Queen & Crown Prince: “Meow meow meow?” Now that you put it...it seems to make sense.

Duan Tinghan, who was not used to being without a wheelchair and even felt a little restless, finally remembered the original purpose of their visit. It seemed that they were here to treat someone's illness?

He suddenly realized: "Is the emperor going to die?"

He Qingyu was shocked: "What are you talking about!" My master is not the kind of bad person who kills people without any grudge!

Queen & Crown Prince: “…” Damn, you guys have been making so much noise that I forgot that the protagonist today is actually the emperor.

"Your brain is cramped, so you can get treatment." He Qingyu waved to the third disciple, "Although it's a side job, saving lives is also our trademark. You can do what you want, but you can't be incompetent."

Duan Tinghan blinked in confusion, not understanding.

He always thought that the main business of our valley was to save the world and help people? While saving people, we also annihilate all the stowaways in this world.

It turns out it's the other way around...

"While we have the guinea pig here, let's learn and practice now." He Qingyu put his two fingers together, tapped the boy's forehead, and transferred the healing skills into his sea of ​​consciousness. "Your second brother will be able to do it once you get started."

He took his hand back and signaled the emperor on the ground with his eyes: "Pressure is motivation, don't let anyone die."

Duan Tinghan's head felt swollen. He felt a little overwhelmed by the sudden amount of knowledge he was taught: "Meow meow meow?" He will be able to do it once he gets the hang of it!

I didn't expect that the second senior brother, who I only knew as senior sister every day, turned out to be such a rare genius!

Duan Tinghan was really shocked this time: "What about Senior Sister?"

Speaking of which, the second senior brother was the first senior sister to join the class and was taught step by step.

After all, the two of them joined the school only two years apart, and He Qingyu was too lazy to teach the same knowledge a second time in such a short period of time, so this great task fell on Shen Zhinian's shoulders.

It’s a good opportunity to review.

He Qingyu shook his head: "This cannot be compared. Your senior sister is already the best in this field. When it comes to medical skills, even I can't compare to her."

Although the technique is a bit mysterious, it is somewhat related to modern knowledge. The moment Shen Zhinian obtained the technique, he improved it, which resulted in the upgraded version of the technique today.

I have to say, when the eldest disciple is not acting crazy, he still makes his old father very proud.

The senior sisters and brothers are so outstanding, he can't drag down the whole team. Duan Tinghan walked towards the emperor with a firm look in his eyes...

"Ahhhh!!!"

It was enough to make the unconscious emperor scream, which shows how injured he was.

Duan Tinghan let go of his long hair in astonishment. No, no one told him that the emperor even had an injury on the back of his head?

Shen Zhinian leaned against the wheelchair, holding the book in one hand, turning the pages calmly, and comforted him casually: "He can still scream, he won't die, just focus on the treatment."

As he spoke, he did not even raise his head. He looked so absorbed in the book that one might have thought he was reading some holy book.

The Crown Prince and the Queen were somewhat curious, thinking that as expected of a young master, he would seize the time to study even in his free time.

He is not only a genius, but also a hardworking genius!

This move directly defeats 99 percent of other geniuses.

With deep emotion in their hearts, the two men moved in unison, silently bending down, and then they could clearly see the long string of words on the cover.

——《The Evil Emperor’s Favor, Daughter-in-law, Don’t Think of Escape! 》

Queen: "..."

Prince: "..."

are you crazy! ! !

Is this directly naming the emperor and Luo Ying'er? Where the hell did this script come from? It's so thick!

Fu Guanci, who stayed up late to write this masterpiece for his senior sister to pass the time, smiled coldly, hiding his merit and fame.

The emperor was finally cured, and the treatment time was even shorter than expected. After all, Shen Zhinian hadn't even finished reading ten chapters of the story.

Sure enough, as a son of extreme luck, Duan Tinghan’s ability is unquestionable.

He wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, which were caused by excessive tension and concentration.

He stepped back a few steps, revealing the poor emperor who had finally returned to his seat.

The horrific bloodstains made people suspect that it was a murder scene. A Cleansing Technique was used to destroy the body... and the cleanup was completed.

The emperor looked dazed. When he opened his eyes, he saw several strangers surrounding him, while the queen and the prince were several feet away from him.

His mind seemed to lighten for a moment, and he sat up straight with a serious expression. However, as soon as he moved, he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head.

Everyone's eyes shifted uncontrollably to He Qingyu, who was as steady as a rock. Emm...

Duan Tinghan: Damn it! It was all because I pulled the emperor's hair at the beginning, which caused me to intentionally or unintentionally avoid this part when healing the wound, and in the end I actually forgot about it.

Hahaha……

The emperor took a deep breath and was about to ask when his memory suddenly came back to him.

All those years of absurdity passed in a flash, and finally stopped when he was diagnosed with various illnesses caused by long-term use of medicines given privately by the Third Prince's wife.

The emperor was completely stunned. He couldn't believe that the fool who was bewitched by a mere prince's consort was actually him? !

For this man, he became estranged from the queen, with whom he treated each other with respect, and even pushed away the crown prince, who was obviously the most talented and scheming of all his sons.

Worse still, he even went so far as to stage a serious drama in which he first helped the Third Prince, obtained that evil woman, and then killed his own son with his own hands.

Not to mention that the Third Prince's wife was not a great celestial being, even if he really liked her, what kind of woman could he not get? Why would he have to act like a cuckold who endured love for the sake of love?

It's not like his brain was dug out by someone, so he humiliated himself to death? !