The master went down the mountain and met the beautiful CEO's fiancée

Zhao Xiruo looked at the two of them with a confused look on her face.

"My husband gave it to me."

Although the Soul-Restoring Pill is scarce on the market now because Yun Chen gave thirty of them to Old Chen before, it is not as priceless as before.

However, what Zhao Xiruo didn't know was that Mr. Qian stayed in the laboratory all year round, and Xue Zhenguo was stationed in the war zone all year round, so they didn't know.

So, when they heard her words, they were shocked.

After all, in their impression, the Soul-Restoring Pill is in short supply, and there are only three of them in the world.

"Where is he? Are there any extra soul-restoring pills?" Old Qian looked at Zhao Xiruo excitedly.

Qian Yong is his only grandson. He is willing to pay any price if Qian Yong's leg can be cured.

Xue Zhenguo sighed upon hearing this: "There is only one Soul-Restoring Pill left out there, and now it's been used by the God of War. I'm afraid it may only be with Elder Zhong or the First Lord."

Old Qian's expression darkened, and the hope that rose in his eyes was extinguished in an instant.

"Yeah, I lost my composure..."

However, what they didn't expect was that Zhao Xiruo said something shocking.

"Of course I do. The Soul-Restoring Pills were made by my husband. We have as many as you want. What? You guys need Soul-Restoring Pills too?"

Zhao Xiruo looked at the two of them with some confusion, then her eyes couldn't help but look at Qian Yong on the hospital bed, and she reacted in an instant.

"Are you planning to use the Soul-Restoring Pill to heal Qian Yong's leg?"

Mr. Qian: ...

Xue Zhenguo:? ?

"Are you kidding? You said the Soul-Restoring Pill was made by your husband?" Xue Zhenguo was the first to come back to his senses and asked in disbelief.

Mr. Qian was also stunned.

"Wasn't the Soul-Restoring Pill made by Divine Doctor Wuxin? It's said that Divine Doctor Wuxin disappeared quietly twenty years ago. Judging by her age, she must be at least forty years old, right?"

Zhao Xiruo couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "You're right, but my husband is the disciple of the genius doctor Wuxin."

"The disciple of the divine doctor Wuxin..."

Old Qian couldn't help but murmur, and the light in his eyes lit up.

"Are you saying that Ye Wuxin is the genius doctor Wuxin?"

When he was in Bajimen, he heard Yun Chen call Ye Wuxin "Master".

But I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. Now I think about it, Ye Wuxin, the Wuxin genius doctor...

This person is actually him, and he didn't know about it for all these years?

But it's not his fault. He has been working in the laboratory for many years and rarely cares about the outside world. Needless to say, Ye Wuxin deliberately concealed it.

"Yes, she is the miraculous doctor Wuxin." Zhao Xiruo nodded.

She only found out about it after being rescued, and her shock at that time was no less than that of the two people now.

"That's great, that's great, my grandson is saved."

Upon hearing the exact answer, Mr. Qian's face suddenly showed excitement.

With the help of the genius doctor Wuxin, not only can the person be saved if his legs are broken, but even if he is on the verge of death, he can be saved.

After all, he was a god-like person who was named the Saint of Chinese Medicine by the first emperor, and even the national scholar Zhong Lao was willing to regard him as his teacher.

"Really? Can Qian Yong really get better?" Xiaoya was even more excited than Old Qian when she heard this.

Xue Zhenguo nodded: "If she is really the heartless doctor, then Qian Yong will be able to recover as before."

After receiving a positive answer from her father, Xiaoya stood up immediately with excitement.

"Where is the miraculous doctor Wuxin? I'll go get her. No matter how much money she asks, it's fine as long as she can save Qian Yong."

As she spoke, she was about to pull Zhao Xiruo away.

Zhao Xiruo couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I don't know where she is either. I have to find Yunchen."

"Brother Yun? Where is he? I'll go find him." Xiaoya said immediately.

"He went to Bajimen to rescue people and should be back soon. As soon as he comes back, I will ask him to call his master." Zhao Xiruo immediately spoke up to assure.

"Call me Master? What do you mean by that?"

Just as the two were talking, Yun Chen's voice suddenly rang out at the door.

As soon as the words fell, several people's eyes turned to him instantly.

"Brother Yun, it's great that you're here. Please take me to find your master to save Qian Yong immediately. I will do anything to save him." Xiaoya immediately ran over and pulled Yun Chen, her tone pleading.

Yun Chen's mouth twitched involuntarily, and he glanced at Qian Yong lying on the hospital bed.

He found that the boy was half lying on the hospital bed, looking at Xiaoya with joy on his face, and the love in his eyes was almost overflowing.

It seems that this guy has made a profit by saving the beauty.

"Xiaoya, don't be rude."

Xue Zhenguo frowned and scolded.

When Xiaoya heard this, her pretty face turned red. She let go of Yun Chen's arm and stepped back, not daring to say anything else.

Yun Chen smiled and said, "It's okay. I was involved in this matter. Even if she didn't tell me, I wouldn't just stand by and watch them die."

"Really?" Mr. Qian's eyes lit up when he heard that.

Yun Chen nodded: "He has such a minor injury, I can save him without my master's help."

"You?" Old Qian expressed his suspicion with a look of doubt.

Yun Chen didn't care. He turned around and smiled at Zhao Xiruo, then walked towards Qian Yong.

"The process may be a little painful, just bear with it."

He looked at Qian Yong lying on the hospital bed, and then took out a box of silver needles from his body.

Silver needle bone healing is an ancient therapy.

It is very difficult and requires the acupuncturist to have a deep understanding of the acupuncture points on the human body.

In particular, the depth, position, and duration of needle insertion need to be strictly controlled, otherwise it will be counterproductive.

This is also the main reason why the true acupuncture techniques of traditional Chinese medicine are difficult to pass on.

"Okay, I'll try my best." Qian Yong was a little scared, but still nodded stubbornly and closed his eyes.

Yun Chen looked at him and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

I don't know where he got the courage when he rushed out to save people.

Yun Chen shook his head and ignored him. He quickly circulated his spiritual power and injected all of it into the silver needle.

Mr. Qian and Xue Zhenguo, as well as Xue Xiaoya and Zhao Xiruo, were all staring at Yun Chen's movements nervously.

At this moment, the whole room was silent, and even breathing became light.

"what……!"

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the quiet atmosphere.

Old Qian, Xue Zhenguo and others suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the hospital bed. At this moment, Qian Yong's face was distorted with pain, veins on his forehead were throbbing, and beads of sweat as big as beans were sliding down his cheeks.

Qian Yong’s miserable condition made several people feel a chill in their hearts, and a chill came over them.

"Qian Yong, how are you? Are you okay?"

Xue Xiaoya was frightened and quickly stepped forward to hold the hand of Qian Yong, who was trembling in pain.

"No...it's okay, I can handle it."

Qian Yong spoke weakly.

Even though he said this, he was already sweating profusely and his teeth were chattering.

He felt as if his legs were burning in flames, and the pain was so severe that he wanted to faint immediately.