Lin Erdan showed a lack of interest: "I don't have much interest in disciples with poor qualifications."

"Me? My qualifications are too poor? Lin, what do you mean?" Murong Xiu looked at Lin Erdan with teeth and claws like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "No need to talk nonsense, if you can cure Master Mo

It's an old wound. I, Murong Xiu, will become my disciple on the spot and kowtow three times! I will treat you as a disciple at any time."

He was most aware of Mo Wenchang's old injuries. This kind of injury hurt the heart. With the supreme skill of the God of War Realm of Sword God Mo Wenchang, he could only suppress the old injuries and could not heal them at all.

Murong Xiu simply didn't believe that there could be anyone in this world who could really heal Mo Wenchang's old injuries.

Lin Erdan grinned: "Murong Xiu, I have no intention of talking nonsense to you at all. Master Mo, your heart has been injured for more than sixteen years, right? For a master like you, you yourself

Your self-healing ability is very strong. Since you cannot heal yourself, it will definitely be difficult for me to help you cure it."

Mo Wenchang nodded immediately: "It is indeed sixteen years! Mr. Lin, please help me heal."

He sat up from the bed and struggled to get out of bed to salute Lin Erdan. What a blessing to his soul! This young doctor Lin only diagnosed his pulse for ten seconds, but he actually knew that his old injury was sixteen years old? This is so accurate.

!There is hope for a cure!

Murong Xiu frowned and looked at Lin Erdan: "Being able to tell that Master Mo was injured sixteen years ago is not a big deal. Only if I can cure Master Mo's injury will I be convinced."

Lin Erdan nodded: "That's good. I will heal Master Mo's old injuries on the spot today. Murong Xiu, just be prepared to become a disciple!"

Murong Xiu's assistant sneered: "Haha! You can't brag about your awesomeness! Lin, I'm looking forward to it. If you can't be cured, you can become your teacher to our Dean Murong. He may not be willing to accept you!"

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Murong Zijue frowned and said: "You have nothing to do with me here! Besides, Master Mo's old injury is not a year or two old. Didn't Murong Xiu fail to cure it? Even if Mr. Lin can't cure it, it doesn't prove that Murong

Xiu is more skilled in medicine than Mr. Lin, so why should you become your teacher? You can go out first!"

Murong Xiu glanced at his assistant: "You go out first."

His young assistant was very superstitious about Murong Xiu. He said unconvinced: "Dean Murong, why does this kid allow you to become your disciple? He is not worthy at all!"

Murong Zijue said unhappily: "Did Mr. Lin say that he was allowed to become a disciple? He said it himself! Get out! You are not welcome here!"

In order to protect Lin Erdan, Murong Zijue did not hesitate to offend Murong Xiu, the miracle doctor in the southwest.

Murong Xiu's assistant left helplessly.

Lin Erdan took out the silver needle: "Master Mo, you'd better lie down. Let's start treatment now."

Seeing that Lin Erdan really dared to take action on the spot, Mo Wenchang became more confident in Lin Erdan: "Thank you, Mr. Lin, for helping me with the treatment."

After Mo Wenchang lay down, Lin Erdan had already prepared the silver needle. He held the silver needle and took action quickly!

In less than a minute, Lin Erdan had inserted nine silver needles and started twisting them.

Murong Xiu knows his stuff! After seeing the acupuncture techniques performed by Lin Erdan, his eyes widened. After seeing the acupuncture points and the technique of twisting the needles, Murong Xiu could no longer calm down: Master! Truly peerless.

What a master!

While Lin Erdan was administering the acupuncture, Murong Xiu couldn't help but feel like he wanted to worship!

There is no need to wait for the treatment results, he can already be convinced that this Dr. Lin can really cure Master Mo's old injuries!

Murong Xiu carefully thought about what Lin Erdan said just now. He just said that it was "somewhat difficult" and did not say that it was difficult to cure!

The room was extremely quiet, and only the breathing of Sword God Mo Wenchang could be clearly heard.

Although Murong Zijue didn't know much about acupuncture, she could see Murong Xiu's expression! From Murong Xiu's face, she saw the shock that Murong Xiu couldn't hide!

She immediately understood that the medical skills of Lin Erdan, whom she met tonight, were several levels higher than Murong Xiu!

She immediately felt relieved: if the old injury of Sword God Mo Wenchang could be cured, the top martial artist of the Murong family would be completely restored to his peak!

About half an hour later, Lin Erdan stopped twisting the needle, wrote down a prescription, and warned: "Miss Murong, as soon as it gets bright, take the medicine according to the prescription. Just take one pill of honey pill every day. I guess Master Mo

Old injuries can be fully recovered the day after tomorrow. If the skill needs to be restored, it can take up to five days."

"Ah? Really?" At this point, Murong Zijue still felt a little unbelievable. She couldn't help but secretly rejoice: Fortunately, I visited Sanhuang Temple at night tonight! I actually found a peerless miracle doctor for Master Mo, which was a blessing in disguise.

Knowledge is not a blessing!

Phew! Murong Xiu actually still had his true temperament. He actually knelt down on the ground and kowtowed three times: "Master, I'm here, Murong Xiu kowtows to you!"

There is no priority in learning, and the master is the master. Although Murong Xiu was a few years older than Lin Erdan, since he was so full of words, of course he could not break his promise and actually kowtowed to become his disciple.

Lin Erdan didn't expect that he would do it so thoroughly. He quickly stretched out his hand to support Murong Xiu's shoulders: "Mr. Murong, that's not necessary. Please get up quickly."

As soon as the two people's bodies came into contact, Lin Erdan immediately realized that this Murong Xiu actually had master-level martial arts! No wonder he was so proud. Among young people, he was already an amazing person.

Practicing both medicine and martial arts.

It's just that Murong Xiu's level of martial arts may not be of use in the battle with Sanhuang Temple. Because there are too many masters on the side of Sanhuang Temple, and they can continue to mass-produce them, their strength is terrible.

Murong Xiu used his skills to the fullest and insisted on kneeling still: "Master, Murong Xiu is willing to follow the master and learn medical skills from now on. You must accept me as your disciple."

Murong Zijue smiled and said: "Mr. Lin, Murong Xiu is a medical fanatic. He has a very obsessed pursuit of improving medical skills. Just accept him as your apprentice."

Lin Erdan smiled bitterly and said: "Murong Xiu is older than me, so it is not appropriate for me to accept him as my apprentice."

Murong Xiu said: "What's inappropriate? A master is a master, it doesn't matter his age."

Seeing Murong Xiu insisting on becoming a disciple, Lin Erdan let go of his shoulders: "Okay, Murong Xiu, if you specialize in medical skills, I can teach you a little bit, but I have a request."

Murong Xiu was immediately overjoyed: "Master, just tell me, no matter what your request is, I, Murong Xiu, will do it."

Lin Erdan said: "I want to build a hospital in my hometown, Longwang Villa, and I hope you can be the director of this hospital."

Murong Xiu nodded without hesitation: "Okay! It's settled! However, master must accept me as his disciple."

Lin Erdan laughed: "Okay, then I'll accept you!"

In this way, the two became master and disciple. Murong Xiu stood respectfully next to Lin Erdan and began to ask about Lin Erdan's acupuncture technique and the acupuncture points.
Chapter completed!