"Father, will Yang Yaoshi be in danger?"

The little princess looked at Yang Fan who was whispering over there and Wushuang, a little nervous. She didn't have much deep friendship with Yang Fan, but the other party was the key figure in curing her second sister's strange disease.

Yu Wen Lie concentrates his mind and regulates his breath, his eyes still have divine light, as sharp as a sword, as if it can penetrate the human heart.

He glanced over there lightly and found that Yang Fan was calm and calm, discussing something with Wushuang, with a smile and expectation in his expression.

"Don't worry, Yaoshi Yang will be fine. In comparison, Wushuang may be more dangerous..."

Yuwen Lie remembered the previous confrontation with Doctor Lu in the side hall, and couldn't help but feel relieved: Wushuang's current severe damage state, if he is an enemy of Yang Fan, he will probably not be able to get it.

"That's good, it must be that the father sent someone to protect him in secret."

The little princess breathed a sigh of relief, then pouted her mouth and looked at Wushuang angrily: "What kind of thing is this guy? He ran to the palace for trouble half a year ago and almost bullied his second sister. Now he came to the palace for trouble again. Father, you must find a way to teach her a lesson..."

"Shut up!" Yu Wen Lie glared at her fiercely: "How can you, the girl, ask about these things?"

"It's the father..." The little princess immediately did not dare to say anything, and looked aggrieved, came to Yuwen Xin, wiping her tears: "Woooo... Father scolds me again!"

Yuwen Xin smiled softly, took her hand, and comforted her: "Your father is in a bad mood now..."

"The father has not been defeated..." the little princess complained.

Yuwen Xin sighed lightly, without saying a word, Wushuang’s battle with Yuwen Lie was not as simple as it seemed?

"Okay, that's it!"

At this moment, on the other side, Yang Fan and Wushuang seemed to have reached some agreement. The two of them had their eyes facing each other, and the invisible divine light seemed to have sparks in the void.

As soon as he saw this scene, a strange look appeared in King Yan Yuwen Lie's eyes, and he didn't know what the two of them were doing.

"Come on, heal me!" Wushuang said lightly: "This time the injury is the worst since I came to Kyoto. Under normal circumstances, I'm afraid I'll have to lie for a month... Cough cough!"

At the end, he stroked his chest and coughed twice, spitting out another mouthful of blood, and his face turned pale again.

Yang Fan put his hand on his shoulder and began to heal Wushuang's injuries. He said slowly and bluntly: "Your skill is not as deep as the King of Yan, so the injury is more serious."

Wushuang was silent when she heard this, as if she had agreed to Yang Fan's evaluation.

"Huh... your body... is so perfect!"

After Yang Fan's magic power of the Immortal Hong Jue entered Wushuang's body, he couldn't help but exclaim.

Since he was about to practice medicine, he has not known how many people have been treated for injuries and has a very good understanding of human bodies.

However, this is the first time he has seen a perfect body like Wushuang.

His body proportions, bone structures, muscle distribution, blood circulation, heartbeat, etc., have reached an incredible level.

With Wushuang's body, even if he does not have any magic power or true energy, he is still an extremely qualified warrior.

In other words, this is a physical body born for battle.

Facing Yang Fan's strange gaze, a trace of turbulence flashed in Wushuang's indifferent eyes, and he said lightly: "How can you know how my body was refined?"

"It's refined?" Yang Fan was slightly stunned and said in surprise: "Didn't your body be born with it?"

The body is determined when it is born, just like talent or spiritual roots, and acquired transformation is ultimately limited.

"My body has no talent. It should have been very ordinary and ordinary, no stronger than any mortal..." Wushuang's mouth pursed slightly, as if he had a little pride, "But... after seventeen years of hard work, I have reached a perfect and symmetrical level. With the same force, I punched it out a little more powerful than others."

When Yang Fan heard this, he was even more shocked. Wushuang's body was really refined after the day, and it was after seventeen years of hard work.

Hey! Not right... Seventeen years?

"How old are you today?" Yang Fan suddenly asked curiously.

"Sixteen." Wushuang said with no time to think.

"Why is it seventeen years? Are you..."

Yang Fan was suddenly shocked and looked at Wushuang with a strange look.

"That's right." Wushuang's face showed a rare smile: "I started to transform this body when I hit the mother's womb, and this is what I have today's result!"

"You are taking..." Yang Fan lowered his voice: "Take the body?"

"No." Wushuang shook his head: "Don't ask about this, I will understand the truth when I get masturbated. This can only prove that I am a genius!"

I am a genius!

"This guy is too arrogant..." Yang Fan felt even speechless.

"Of course, if you are interested, I can tell you this set of magic tricks. It's a pity that you can't start practicing in the womb, haha..."

Wushuang seems to have no fear or precautions.

Yang Fan was healing his wounds, and he felt that his cultivation level was "driving" upwards, and that feeling was so good.

"What? Are you really willing to tell me such a precious set of magic tricks?"

Yang Fan showed a look of surprise on his face. Such magic tricks were unheard of.

"The premise is that you can defeat me...hahaha!" Wushuang raised his head and laughed, calmed down, and said again: "But I feel that it may be difficult and difficult for you to beat me..."

“It’s hard?”

When Yang Fan heard this, he was really a little dissatisfied, but as a pharmacist, he took it as his mission to "save death and help the wounded" and was disdainful to fight with this madman.

When the two of them had no grudges, the Yan Prince's Mansion had returned to peace. Under the arrangement of the general manager, the guests dispersed one after another.

Because Wushuang's injuries were serious, it took Yang Fan half an hour to heal most of them.

King Yuwen Lie of Yan was watching the situation here from afar, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Hmph! This Yaoshi Yang is so disgusting. He actually went to heal Wushuang's injuries!"

The little princess said angrily, feeling very unhappy.

Yuwen Lie just remained silent, and his face looked very bad.

"Yue'er, no wonder that this is no wonder. He is still a free pharmacist and has not joined any power. Besides, he is my life-savior..."

Yuwen Xin sighed quietly and persuaded him.

The little princess snorted: "What my second sister said makes some sense, but I was just unhappy when I saw him treating Wushuang!"

"Haha... It's almost done. It's too fast to treat your illness. The so-called three great doctors in Kyoto have the most medical skills that are not as good as you."

Wushuang asked Yang Fan to stop. He moved some muscles and bones on the spot. He was very satisfied and praised Yang Fan's medical skills.
Chapter completed!