I heard that the strange old man could save his son's life, Uncle Gesang hurriedly respected the tea for Huo Xiu.

"There is no tea. I have something important to do. I can't stay there. I will quickly carry your son over. I still have to rush to finish my work." Huo Xiusanren has a noble character and shows the pride of the cultivator. The cultivator really cares about life and death of ordinary people.

It is very rare for Wang Hao to maintain a normal mind in front of ordinary people, because he has not yet entered the Tao for a short time and has not been used to the transformation of identity and status. It usually takes a hundred years to practice until the period of practice of the gods. It takes more than ten years to practice hard with talent and adventure. He has already completed the role transformation over the years.

In the eyes of ordinary people, cultivators are noble gods. Even the emperors in ancient times were very courteous to monks. Over the long years, monks were used to identities that were superior to everything. The pride in their bones made them disdain to be with ordinary people. However, this conflict is not strong. The light of monks is enough to cover up their arrogance. In other words, they are qualified to be arrogant. Moreover, although monks and ordinary people live in the same space, they are different worlds. They rarely encounter them. Even if they meet ordinary people, they cannot recognize monks.

Even Su Xue felt this strange atmosphere, so she had the idea of ​​becoming a disciple. Her idea was naturally supported by her grandfather. The person who had the most personal experience was Old Man Su. He was frustrated by his continuous discipleship and respected the fat man as a god, and tried his best to help his granddaughter integrate into the circle of cultivation.

The lucky Su Xue successfully squeezed into the world of cultivation and climbed to the sky to worship Elder Wen Jian. I don’t know how many pairs of eyes were dyed red in this opportunity? Who said she was a fat man? When she met the fat man, she said she had an adventure.

At the request of Wang Hao, Huo Xiusan put down his airs and walked into the patient's room. The smell of the medicine was much weaker than last time, but he could still ask about the unique taste of the sword musk. Gesang also understood that those things could not save his son. After everyone left last time, he opened the window. A little musk represented his hope for his son to wake up.

"This kid was clearly infected with cold poison. Maybe he encountered a strange beast. His body was weak and caused the coma. The Tibetan people were strong enough. He was infected with cold poison. He was just a coma. It was interesting and interesting." Huo Xiusanren said words like thunder, and he looked like a master's aura.

Wang Hao, who was drinking, was startled by him, choked on the wine and coughed continuously, and cursed: "No, if you are unconscious, why do you come to you for a coma? You just woke you up from the noise. We all know that you are a master and have seen people, but it's not too late to wake him up first and then show off."

This is indeed nonsense. If people don’t know what young people are infected with cold poison, what are they looking for to themselves? Fire Cultivator is not proficient in medicine. But having fire crows can help. "You can help, whether your son is life or death is left to fate, do you understand?"

Before all patients recommend the operating room, the family members would hear the same words or sign the disclaimer document. However, if it is a medical accident, the hospital still has to bear the responsibility. However, Huo Xiu's attitude is domineering, he loves to cure and fails to cure. No matter who is responsible, it has nothing to do with him.

It sounds a bit more powerful, and it is understandable to think about it carefully. Huo Xiusanren is not a doctor and has never received any reward. He has no obligation to help. If it were not for Wang Hao's sake, even if the young man died tragically, he might not be willing to save people. Besides, he used the Fire Crow to save people for the first time. It is difficult to determine the importance of the move. If he fails, he will lose money and lose money. Who is willing to do it?

However, it is difficult for any patient's family to accept such conditions. Gesang hesitated and looked at the fat man. After all, he brought the person, and only he knew the truth about the fire cultivation.

Wang Hao whispered: "Who else can save him besides you? Just be careful, I still have the use of this young man."

"It's true that I didn't expect. Don't worry, when it comes to the method of controlling the fire crow, I'm not inferior to you at all." That day, when I saw Wang Hao using the Royal Pill Art to control the fire crow, Lao Zamao was jealous and was jealous. Although he could not imprison the Fire Crow like Wang Hao, and then used the Royal Pill method to control it, after several months of contemplation and attempt, Huo Xiu finally formed a tacit understanding with the Fire Crow. As long as this tacit understanding is constantly sublimated, he can reach the level of doing whatever he wants.

The red flames were like flowing in the palm of Fire Cultivation. The fire crow was strengthened and evolved in Lao Zamao's hands. It can cover its original form, but it can still recognize this ugly guy from the screams of "ah~ah~". If you lose the cover of the flame, you can find that it has a human face, but it is ugly and not very human, like an owl, and the fire crow only has one foot. People who don't understand must think that this guy is a disabled person. In addition, the fire crow is also a notorious guy. In addition to making ten sun feats, there have been countless fires in history, which are arsonists who have committed crimes.

The red light shone on Lao Zamao's proud face. In order to show off, he deliberately slowed down the steps of each movement. The fire gradually condensed into two light spots as the rotation of his palms, releasing burning heat. Then he slowly pressed the light spot on the Yongquan point of the young man's feet. The fire was heat. After invading the body, it would follow the meridians. The cold air was just the opposite. One cold and one heat encountered on the young man's knees.

Although Wang Hao did not understand medical skills, he also knew that the fire cultivator was correct. The fire crow was a legendary beast. He quickly conquered the fortress of the cold poison at the knee. He rushed straight to the Baihui point of the Qingnian from the outside. From the outside, the part occupied by the fire crow was red, like congested and swollen. The part of the cold poison was not cleared was blue-gray, which looked like it was frozen and was a corpse. Now the red forces expanded to the naked eye, forcing the cold poison to retreat in the blink of an eye.

In terms of strength, the fire crow is far from the ice silkworm, but now it is dealing with cold poison, and I don’t know if it is left by the ice silkworm, so it is not surprising that the fire crow’s might be

"It's too fast, this level is not something that normal people can bear." Wang Hao reminded Lao Zamao to show mercy. According to the current progress, it is definitely no problem to clear the cold poison. It is too difficult to make the young man survive. Even if he survives, he must take off his skin.

It is too shameful for me to slow down. Huo Xiusanren waited until he showed off enough to slowly reduce the degree. Just now, he used the energy of the fire crow to force the cold poison to retreat. Even if he succeeded, the cold poison would scatter into the youth's internal organs. Now it is truly resolving the cold poison. The scorching energy of the fire crow slowly injected into the young man's body. The two completely opposite energy will inevitably fight life and death. The final result is that both sides will suffer. As long as the energy output of the fire crow can be controlled, it is clear that all the cold poisons are needed for the healer. However, that is exactly what Huo Xiusanren lacks.

Time is lost every second, just when the fat man is about to fall asleep, Huo Xiu finally accomplished his work "The cold poison has been cleared out, and I retire after success."

Lao Zamao was about to run away but was pulled by the fat man, "You are so angry, I'll have something to ask you for help later."

Uncle Gesang's son still did not wake up, but his face was much better than before, and he could vaguely see a rosy vaguely

Uncle Gesang was half happy and half worried, and asked Huo Xiu nervously: "When will my son wake up?"
Chapter completed!