Arriving in the ward, Li Xian saw an old man resting on the bed. The old man was already very old, about seventy or eighty years old.

His hair is gray and his body is thin, like a dead tree about to be buried.

Just lying on the bed like this, I didn't seem to feel anyone else coming.

Nangong Mo walked in front and said with a smile: "This is my very important patient. His body has always been in this state. Do you have any way to treat it?"

Others looked at this scene in shock, feeling that Li Xian must have lost.

An old man who is about to be buried may lose his breath at any time. How to treat such a person?

No matter how powerful Li Xian is, he can't compete with the Lord of Hell for people, right?

When Song Chenxi saw this man, he frowned slightly, pulled him and said, "I think we can just forget about it. This patient's condition is not good."

Li Xian knew that she said this out of concern for him, and her character was not the kind of person to shrink back.

He smiled and shook his head: "In every case, the patients I meet never say that when they are incurable, I go to check them first."

Giving Song Chenxi a reassuring smile, he walked up and began to examine the patient.

"Haha, stop pretending here. You can't cure this patient's body at all. I advise you to give up now to avoid further embarrassment." Nangong Mo sneered.

"Don't be anxious, let me check it first, and it won't be too late to say these things." Li Xian said with a chuckle.

He first grabbed the patient's hand, and then discovered that the patient's wrist was like dead wood, with only a piece of skin wrapping the patient's bones.

Even the blood vessels became very weak, as if they were almost gone.

Many people gathered inside and shook their heads when they saw this scene.

For such a patient, half of his foot is already in the Hall of Hell. What else can be treated? It is better to give up as soon as possible and get relief as soon as possible.

I don’t know where Nangong Mo got the patients and brought them here today.

Seeing Li Xian's delay in responding, Nangong Mo said calmly: "Can you do it?"

Li Xian carefully placed the patient's wrist on the bed and looked back at everyone present, "Of course it is possible."

"You..." Nangong Mo didn't expect him to be so harsh.
Chapter completed!