Wei Changfeng sat in the tavern for three consecutive days.▲∴,

His medical skills were inherited from famous teachers. With his extraordinary talent, he successfully practiced the Taixu Nine Heavens Zhengyang Heart Art and Duer Jiu acupuncture Technique. At that time, he was unique in medicine and was unparalleled in the world.

The name of a generation of alchemy gods not only includes the skills of alchemy, but also has the ability to use needles to save people. Although they do not have the magical powers of flesh, white bones, and dead people, there are no difficult and complicated diseases that Wei Changfeng cannot treat.

In this Taixing City in the Nine Netherlands, Wei Changfeng can hide 90% of his strength, which is enough to make people respect him as a god and regarded him as a merciful and merciful miracle doctor.

Because the causes of these people are related to the omnipresent Yinsha Qi in the Nine Netherlands, and Wei Changfeng's Taixu Dan Power has a natural effect on the Yinsha Qi.

Therefore, many strange diseases do not even need to prescribe medicinal pills, and they can be cured by a few injections.

In addition, his attitude towards the doctor's medical treatment was as he pleased, and he invisibly established an extremely tall image, becoming the object of respect for everyone, and his reputation quickly spread throughout Taixing City.

And this is exactly what Wei Changfeng wants to achieve so high-profile!

Over the past three days, at least thousands of patients came to the tavern, and they surrounded the streets and alleys from morning to night. If it weren't for the Taixing City sending soldiers to maintain order, they would have been in chaos.

"Go away, go away!"

Outside the tavern, a long line suddenly appeared in a commotion.

More than a dozen tough barbarian soldiers drove over in a carriage. The barbarian walking in front of them with his head held high and waved his whip to drive away the people blocking the road, shouting loudly: "Get out of here. Don't block the road!"

Anyone with a hint of a glance knows that a big shot has come and should have come to Wei Changfeng for treatment.

It is normal for such a situation to occur. Although he is unwilling to accept it, no one dares to block it. Otherwise, he would have no place to complain about the wronged person by the barbarians, and even several witch people were given aside.

Wei Changfeng, who was sitting in the lobby of the tavern, noticed the movement outside and saw the carriage parked at the door.

He calmly finished looking at the patient who had just made his turn and prescribed a prescription for the other party.

However, the people who were still queuing behind were all driven away by the barbarian soldiers who had just rushed into the tavern. Their fierce appearance scared the shopkeeper and the staff of the tavern and stood aside and shivered.

At this time, a barbarian soldier came over with a blanket, laying it from the outside of the lobby to the inside, and finally laying it in front of Wei Changfeng, and then lined up with other companions on both sides to welcome him.

Such a style made Wei Changfeng raise his eyebrows.

Did you put down the bait and catch the great witch from Taixing City?

That's too simple and easy!

The carriage door suddenly opened, and two pretty Yanmin girls walked down with flower baskets. They bent over and sprinkled the petals on the carpet, letting the air scent of fragrance.

Those people around the tavern, both Yanmin and Barbarians, all held their breath.

Then, a girl got out of the carriage.

She was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most. A white palace dress outlined a graceful figure, bright eyes, white teeth, and jade-like skin. She had a charming and beautiful appearance. She was also a Yanmin woman.

This surprised everyone present. There are such a powerful figure among Yanmin?

However, everyone immediately found that they had guessed wrongly. The beautiful Yanmin girl was not the real master. She stretched out her slender hand and carefully supported a young man in purple.

In the Ancestral Witch Valley, the most noble color is purple, which can only be used by the powerful and powerful people in the witch clan. A set of purple shirts is enough to illustrate the identity of the young man.

He wore a gold wire tied in his waist and his head and his appearance was surprisingly handsome. He did not prick the face of a large number of totem dark blue like many people. He only had strange patterns faintly appear on his left cheek, but this did not affect his appearance at all, but added a bit of mysterious atmosphere to him.

The only regret is that the boy's face was a little too pale, which made him appear to have a certain pathological condition.

After getting off the carriage, the boy in purple frowned and frowned, his eyebrows that flew into his temples and said, "So many people?"

His voice was very cold and light, but for those barbarian guards, it was like a thunderclap!

The barbarian warriors immediately picked up their weapons and glared at the people around them.

They didn't have to scold and drive them away. Those who came to see a doctor or were busy leaving the pub, including the shopkeeper and the clerk of the pub.

Some of the witch people who were above the top probably recognized the other party's origin and bowed their heads and retreated.

The originally noisy and lively lobby immediately became quiet.

With the help of Yanmin's maid, the young man in the purple-shirted witch clan stepped forward to Wei Changfeng.

Immediately someone stepped forward and replaced the wooden bench with a brocade chair wrapped in silk.

Then tea, warmer and other supplies were sent over like running water for the boy in purple to enjoy.

The maid Yanmin bowed her head and bowed to Wei Changfeng, saying, "Doctor Dongfang, this is my highness. I have been feeling a little uncomfortable recently. Please ask the doctor to take action. My highness will thank you very much!"

Wei Changfeng dressed up as a walking doctor and changed his name to himself.

Most of the Yan people in the Zuwu River Valley have the surname Yan, but there are other surnames, one of which is Dongfang clan, which is famous for its many doctors, so Wei Changfeng borrowed it directly to facilitate his own behavior.

"Miscellaneous Doctor?"

The young man in purple snorted and said, "Is it a miracle doctor also necessary to see his skills. He can't just cure several headaches and fevers to be called miracle doctors. No one in my witch clan is so arrogant!"

He was obviously skeptical of Wei Changfeng, and his eyes flashed with a light of distrust.

"If you can cure my disease, I will reward you with hundreds of spiritual beads. If it cannot be cured, hum!"

If you encounter such an arrogant and rude patient in the Jiutian Continent, Wei Changfeng would turn around and leave immediately, and would not waste time with him.

But this time it was related to Yan Xiaohuan's safety, so Wei Changfeng still endured it and said lightly: "Medical medicine is not dead. If your highness has a terminal illness, then no one can do anything about it. Let's take a look first!"

His answer was also rude, even with a hint of sarcasm.

A trace of anger flashed through the eyes of the young man in purple, but it did not immediately ejaculate. He stretched out his wrist and placed it in front of Wei Changfeng with an expression on his face waiting to settle the score.

Wei Changfeng was sunny and reached out and gently pressed his wrist pulse door. ——
Chapter completed!