Xue Dongli was wearing men's clothing and suddenly stretched out one hand from the side, trying to steal the purse she tied to her waist, but she grabbed her wrist.

It was a seven-year-old child, his clothes were torn and ragged. It was already winter, but he was still single and his body was not covered.

His face was dirty and hungry, and his face was pale and thin, but his palms were very delicate, which shows that he was born in a wealthy family before.

The child knelt in front of her with a thud, saying that his mother was seriously ill and had no money to treat her. He was willing to sell herself to her as a slave, just to get some money and treat her mother.

She was moved by his filial piety and followed him to a dilapidated temple. The child's mother lay in the dilapidated temple, dying and was about to lose her life.

Xue Dongli took action to save her. The child was very grateful and said frankly that he would be a slave for life and be in charge of her.

Xue Dongli gently stroked his head and asked him, "What's your name?"

"My name is Xie Shixiang."

Seeing that the boy was a martial arts genius, she kept him by her side, but did not accept disciples, but instead served as a servant.

Although they do not have the status of master and apprentice, they have already master and apprenticeship, and Xie Shixiang's martial arts are taught by her.

Xie Shixiang was also very successful and soon became a master.

She had been in the northwest for nearly twenty years and had to leave, otherwise someone would find out the secret of her immortality. So she handed over all the property she had managed in the northwest to Xie Shixiang for treatment and gave it to Xie Shixiang.

A large number of treasures.

Xie Shixiang knelt in front of her and swore that all this was still Xue Dongli's. He was just helping to take care of it and would never have any disobedient intentions.

More than two hundred years have passed now.

Is his heart still as pure as it used to be?

Soon the plane landed at the airport in Guangyang City. Gao Yifan was not in the northwest, so Song Jiajun came to pick it up in person.

As soon as he saw Song Jiajun, Xue Dongli's face darkened.

There was a deep bloody mouth on his right cheek. Although it had scabbed, it looked very ferocious, like a blood-red centipede.

Xue Dongli asked in a deep voice: "Is it the Xie family who did it?"

"That Xie Yilan is very strong." Song Jiajun said, "Liu Tian and I were defeated by him in one move."

Xue Dongli's eyes seemed to start to freeze. Song Jiajun quickly smiled and comforted him: "Miss Xue, don't worry, I'm fine, I'm just suffering from some skin trauma."

He touched his face and said, "This little wound is nothing. The scars on men are all medals."

Xue Dongli said: "How can I let others leave scars on my people casually? This is not taking me seriously."

As she said that, she raised her hand and pressed it on Song Jiajun's face. Song Jiajun felt a heat on her face, and then she felt a numbness and itch.

But these are nothing. Instead, Xue Dongli's palm made his heart hot, and he felt like he was bathed in the spring sunshine, and his nose smelled the refreshing fragrance of flowers.

At this moment, he felt that his death was worth it.

Xue Dongli withdrew his hand and said, "Okay."

Song Jiajun came to his senses only when he was a little dizzy. He touched his face and was shocked.

His face was completely healed, the scars disappeared, and his skin was a healthy bronze color.

He looked at Xue Dongli in surprise. What method is this?

Could it be that she is really the legendary healing psychic?

"Let's go and see Liu Tian." Xue Dongli said.

In the ward, his face was as bright as gold paper and his breath was as bright as a fancy. When Xue Dongli arrived, he happened to hear the doctor saying to Liu Neng: "Mr. Liu, we have done our best. You can go and see him for the last time."

Liu Neng's face suddenly turned pale as snow, almost unable to stand.

Xue Dongli immediately walked into the ward. When the doctor and the nurse saw it, they hurriedly stopped him and shouted: "Who is this? This is the ward, hurry up and go out!"

"Miss Xue!" Liu Neng was happy and said, "You are finally here!"

"Don't worry." Xue Dongli said, "With me here, Liu Tian will not die."

The doctor frowned. He just said that the person was not good enough, and she said it could be cured. Isn't this a slap in the face alive?

Where did this girl come out?

Xue Dongli came to the bed and saw that Liu Tian was on a ventilator, his heartbeat was already very weak, so he hurriedly took his pulse.

"You can't touch patients!" The doctor said dissatisfiedly, "Where did you come from the national doctor? You should go back and do your old job in conditioning your body. Don't come to take care of first aid, so as not to make any mistakes."

In the consciousness of many people, Chinese medicine does not know first aid. Even if it is effective, the effect is very slow and cannot cure the disease at all. At most, it can only regulate the body.

This doctor looks down on the Chinese doctor very much.

Xue Dongli said: "Didn't you just say that you have tried your best? Since you can't save anyone even if you do your best, don't cause trouble here. Please go out."

The doctor was so angry that he smoked. This was the ward he managed. This woman's brain was flooded and she dared to let him go out.

"Doctor Li, please go out." Liu Neng hurriedly pushed him out, and Dr. Li became even more unhappy. The families of these patients were really ignorant and believed in a barefoot doctor, nor did he, a doctoral student who graduated from a foreign medical school.

There was a large glass window in the vip ward. Dr. Li was driven out of the ward and immediately came to the bed to look in. He wanted to see what kind of ability this young girl had to save this dying person.

Xue Dongli pulled out the ventilator and Dr. Li was so angry that he almost fainted. Is this man crazy? Do you know that if you just pull out the ventilator, you won’t be able to survive. This is simply murder.

The next moment, Xue Dongli stuffed a black pill into his mouth, then took out a golden needle and spread it on the edge of the bed, and the thin needle inside shone brightly under the light.

She slapped her hand and the golden needle inside flew up, pierced directly into the acupoints on Liu Tian's body, and began to shake quickly.

Dr. Li and the two nurses were so shocked that their mouths were wide open.

Just kidding? Can needles fly by themselves?

Isn't this some kind of scam?

But what trick can make the needle fly and stab someone?

Even Mama Rong can't do it even if she is alive.

The three of them seemed to be sticking to the window glass, and even their faces were pressed against each other. Many people came to watch the fun, and were immediately attracted by the magical scene.

Xue Dongli didn't care about these people. He pulled Liu Tian's hospital gown and there was a black palm print on his chest.

"This is the Seven Killing Palm." Xue Dongli said: "It is one of the martial arts created by the ancestor of the Xie family. It is very powerful. This palm can chop mountains and shatter rocks. Liu Tian's lungs have been completely broken.
Chapter completed!