Chapter 117: Plague God's Body

In the video.

The white-haired Sun Zhongjing was strolling in a vast forest. His every move was natural and leisurely. Even in the thorny and rugged forest, he was still at ease. He walked briskly, and his physical fitness did not look like that of a man over 150 years old.

[Looking at the environment, this should be a soul beast forest, right? ]

[Sure enough, he is not an ordinary person. ]

[Indeed, if it were an ordinary person, how could he walk so leisurely in the Soul Beast Forest.]

[Besides, who can run so fast when he is over 150 years old? ]

There was a lot of discussion in the barrage area.

Sun Zhongjing carried a medicine basket on his back, slowly collecting herbs in the dangerous soul beast forest. From time to time, soul beasts passing by would see him as a human being, but would completely ignore him. It was as if they could not see him as a living person at all. It was very strange.

After collecting the medicinal materials.

The screen jumps.

When he appeared again, he had arrived at a prosperous capital city.

There was a sharp-eyed person in the live broadcast room who figured out where this was by looking at some buildings.

[Isn't this Tiandou City? ]

[Hey, this place is not far from my home. ]

He even saw myself passing by…

[How did we suddenly arrive at Tiandou City? ]

A series of barrages passed by.

The video finally arrives at a clinic.

——Medicine King Hall.

There are only three simple words on the plaque, which looks very new.

It is obvious that this clinic has just opened, but there is a constant stream of people coming to see a doctor.

This clinic was opened by Sun Zhongjing, and he was the only doctor there. However, with his superb medical skills, he still became famous in a short period of time.

It has become a famous medical clinic in Tiandou City!

Because of the name of the clinic, he was even called the King of Medicine!

"Doctor, how is my illness?" A patient asked nervously, looking at the old man with white hair and a youthful face opposite him.

Sun Zhongjing, who had been practicing medicine for many years, only took a glance at him and saw through his physical problems. He smiled and said, "It's a minor illness, just take a bottle of medicine back home and take it." After that, he opened the drawer, which contained many medicines, and took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to him.

"Thank you, doctor. Thank you, doctor."

The patient received the medicine as if it were a treasure, without any doubt about whether it was real or not. Because he knew that the most famous thing about this Medicine King Hall was that the doctor could tell what disease you had with just one look, and then a bottle of medicine could cure your disease.

Many people were skeptical at first, but soon as many patients recovered, the credibility of this clinic soared. Now no one doubts it anymore.

[Isn't this too exaggerated? ]

[When a patient comes to see a doctor, you don't even ask him what's wrong with him. You can tell what's wrong with him by just looking at him? ]

[Why does this look like a quack doctor playing tricks? ]

[And so far, no matter what disease it is, you can just take a bottle of medicine and it will be cured. Why do I feel this is so fake? ]

[If I didn't know that the questions and answers couldn't be faked, I would have suspected that this was a lie.]

The comments were endless, and most people thought it was too exaggerated. They felt that the patients were just like Sun Zhongjing's hired agents.

In the video.

There was an endless stream of patients coming to see him, and Sun Zhongjing could tell what diseases these patients had and where they were uncomfortable just by taking a glance at them. It was simply amazing.

Soon, the scene changed to night.

The clinic was also closed.

Sun Zhongjing was not resting at this moment, but was making medicine with the newly collected herbs.

As soon as he raised his hand, the numerous medicinal herbs automatically floated up, then gradually shrank… and some liquids of different colors seeped out. Obviously, the essence contained in these medicinal herbs was forced out by some invisible force. The step of boiling the medicine was omitted.

After extracting the medicinal essence contained in these herbs, Sun Zhongjing began to classify them, mix and interweave these medicinal essences… and make various kinds of medicines.

When the potion was finally ready, he waved his hand and the liquid suspended in the air automatically fell into the many empty bottles neatly arranged on the table.

In just a short moment, hundreds of bottles of medicine were produced.

[Hiss! You can make potions this way! ]

[I have learned a lot…]

[And with so many different kinds of herbs mixed together, how did he accurately distinguish the medicinal properties… Terrible! ]

[Unfathomable! ]

[It is possible to directly extract the essence of the medicinal power…]

Among the comments in the live broadcast room, many can be clearly seen to be sent by people who know the business.

Soon after making hundreds of bottles of medicine, Sun Zhongjing suddenly felt something. He looked in a certain direction and whispered, "It seems that a guest is coming."

As he spoke, he slowly put away hundreds of bottles of medicine. Then he walked out leisurely and finally sat down in the lobby of the clinic.

After a moment, a dark shadow flashed by.

There was a new figure in the lobby.

And everyone in the live broadcast room knows this person.

[Hey, what is Poison Douluo doing in the clinic so late at night? ]

[Could it be that you are here to see a doctor? ]

[A Titled Douluo comes to an ordinary clinic for treatment? ]

[Haha, this is ridiculous.]

A series of comments flashed by. As the subject of the discussion, Dugu Bo in real life looked at himself in the clinic in the video and knew that he was probably really going to see a doctor.

In order to cure the poison in his body, he had visited many famous doctors over the years. Of course, he went secretly every time and threatened them not to tell anyone about it. At first, he went to see soul masters, but later he found that soul masters could not help him. He could only try his best and go to see those who really had medical skills.

The Medicine King Hall in the video was so popular that Dugu Bo knew that if he heard the news, he would definitely try it that night. If it helped his poisoning, then of course it would be a pleasant surprise. If not, it would just be a waste of time.

In the video.

Sun Zhongjing, who was sitting in the middle of the lobby, couldn't help but show a look of surprise when he saw Dugu Bo, who came to visit late at night. After looking him up and down, he suddenly shook his head. I don't know what he was sighing about.

His strange attitude also made Dugu Bo angry. He had never been a good-tempered person, especially towards Sun Zhongjing. Dugu Bo, who did not feel any soul power fluctuations from him, treated him as an ordinary person.

How dare an ordinary person look at me like this?

Dugu Bo already had a hint of murderous intent in his heart.

But the first words Sun Zhongjing said were like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, calming him down instantly.

"Young man, you are ill."

The old man stroked his long beard and spoke leisurely.

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