Originally, Jing Wubian could still hold on for two or three days, but after being treated by this mad beggar, he would probably not survive for one or two hours.

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A few hours passed.

In the ward, there was still silent.

Although Yun Zhonghe has been treating Jing Wubian, penicillin is constantly entering his body.

But Leng Bi and Jing Zhongyue obviously did not have any hope.

If the dirty things extracted from rotten watermelon can cure diseases and save people, it would be a huge joke.

If more than a dozen doctors and Lan Shenxian had not agreed that Jing Wubian would die, they would never have allowed the things boiled from rotten watermelon to be injected into Jing Wubian's body.

At this moment, another person walked in.

It was the beautiful Lady Liefeng who had already quieted down, but her eyes were filled with sadness.

Even her black cloth is ready.

As long as Jing Wubian died, she would put it on immediately.

When she came to Jing Wubian's side, she couldn't help but she couldn't help but she slid down again.

Her life was so hard that her husband had a stroke and was unconscious, but now her son is about to die.

She really wanted to die with her son.

Shen Yin, who was in pain just now, was still in a coma, but now there was no sound.

Moreover, the red skin just now has faded and turned pale.

Moreover, my body was actually cold.

This...is going to die!

Lady Liefeng said sadly: "Let the people in the mansion prepare for the funeral."

"Yes!" Leng Bi said.

At this moment, the sound of knocking on the outside sounded.

A new day is coming!

The disciple of the fairy Lan Shenxian said, "Mr. Leng Bi, the beggar's military order has arrived."

Leng Bi said: "I know, let's do it..."

A warrior drew his sword and came to the sleeping Yun Zhonghe.

It's great to die in your sleep like this, so I won't wake you up.

Then, the warrior stabbed Yun Zhonghe with a sword.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Yun Zhonghe suddenly opened his eyes.

Doctor Lu Zhanyuan said: "Yun Aotian, your military order has come, and your death has come."

Yun Zhonghe said, "But I have cured Young Master Jing Wubian."

The blue fairy lackey Lu Zhanyuan sneered: "When is it? You are still pretending to be crazy and stupid? When will you cure Young Master Jing Wubian?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "In my dream, I just dreamed that Young Master Jing Wubian was rescued by me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help laughing.

It's really crazy.

If you save Young Master Jing Wubian in your dream, let you sleep for a while, and you will have everything in your dream. Maybe even the Lord Jing City is married?

"Don't talk nonsense to him, kill him." said the little Taoist.

Yun Zhonghe said, "If you don't believe me, go and see me? I never lie in my dreams."

"Crazy words." The warrior said in a cold voice: "Go to the underworld and pretend to be crazy."

But at this moment!

Jing Wubian inside sat up suddenly and shouted loudly: "Don't kill Aotian, don't kill my Aotian!"

He actually sat up alive.

It's like a zombie.

In an instant, everyone was completely shocked and could not believe their ears.

This...what is going on?

A few hours ago, wasn’t Jing Wubian’s life in danger and dying?

Now he is alive?

Is this beggar's rotten watermelon medicine so magical?

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Chapter completed!