Chapter 1932

After hearing Yan Yue say that there is a cultivation pill, the man in black heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately put the gold coin storage card on the counter: "Twelve here!"

Twelve?

The female clerk who turned around and was about to leave immediately trembled. Twelve top-quality cultivating god pills, for Wandantang Shangyin City branch, this is a big deal. Please read the most complete!

Wan Yanyue looked at the man in black, then at the gold coin memory card on the counter, and said unhurriedly: "My lord, why don't you ask the price of the top-quality Cultivation Pill?"

"Any amount is fine!" The man in black pushed the gold coin memory card towards Wan Yanyue, "Not enough, tell me, I'll go home and get it."

"To tell you the truth, my lord, the gold coin storage card in your hand is obviously not enough."

Wan Yanyue took out the Immortal Cultivation Pill refined by Ye Lingtian from the counter, and explained with a smile: "We don't have the best Cultivation Pill, only the Immortal Cultivation Pill."

"The Immortal Recovering God Pill is priced at 80 gold coins, and the Immortal Cultivation Pill is priced at 8,000 gold coins, isn't it?"

Eight thousand gold coins? Twelve Immortal Cultivation Pills are close to 100,000 gold coins. For many big families in Shangyin City, this is an astronomical figure.

The man in black looked at the gold coin memory card in his hand, then at the unconscious old man, and gritted his teeth: "It's not worth the price."

This price is not enough? Zheng Xueyu and Ye Lingtian shuddered together.

Zheng Xueyu was because of the high price of the Immortal Cultivation Pill, and Ye Lingtian was amazed at the huge profits of Wandantang.

As the refiner of the Immortal Cultivation Pill, Ye Lingtian had no idea how much the materials for refining the Cultivation Pill were worth.

However, comparing vertically, Wandantang is still not as black as Yuanshen Pharmaceutical in the past.

Wanyanyue picked up the gold coin storage card in front of her, and said with a meaningful smile: "Master, the limit of this gold coin storage card you gave is 5,000 gold coins, which is not enough to buy one immortal cultivation pill."

The man in black blushed, and said to Wanyanyue: "Miss, I won't send Wandantang money, first give my father an immortal cultivation pill, will it work?"

"This." Wan Yanyue was a little embarrassed, "My lord, I'm very sorry, I can't decide this matter."

"How about this, I'll put my old father in the Wantan Hall and go back to get the gold coins," the man in black discussed in a loud voice.

Wan Yanyue shook her head, and said the same words: "I'm sorry, I can't make the decision."

"You can't make the decision, hurry up and talk to someone who can make the decision!" The man in black became anxious, and his voice became louder, "Human life is at stake!"

Wan Yanyue frowned: "Master, Wandantang has Wandantang's rules, even if I tell the shopkeeper about it, I'm afraid he won't agree to your request."

The man in black became angry, pointed at Wanyan Yue and said, "Do you think I can't afford the Immortal Cultivation Pill?"

"I didn't mean that, I just told you the rules of Wandantang."

Wanyanyue still had a smile on her pretty face, and said in a slow tone: "No one in Wandantang can violate the rules set by the senior management of the Wanyan family."

"So, if you really want this celestial product, it's better to pay for it and deliver it at the same time."

The man in black slapped the counter and roared angrily: "I am a dignified monk, will I play tricks on Wan Dan Tang?"

You're cheating because you can't afford that much money.

Wanyanyue wore her iconic service smile, and her attitude did not change at all because of the man in black.

"Young Master, you can put Uncle here. We will take care of it carefully. When you prepare the gold coins, we will definitely take the Immortal Cultivation Pill for your father as soon as possible."

The man in black was trembling all over, his fists clenched tightly: "What a Wandantang who wants to die."

No matter how good Wanyan Yue's personality is, there is a bit of anger in her eyes at this moment.

"Young master, your father's condition is not yet at the point of death. You have time to go back and get the money. Spending too much talking will only delay the condition."

Originally, Zheng Xueyu had some complaints about Wanyanyue in her heart, but seeing the expression of the man in black, she immediately understood.

The man in black doesn't have the ability to purchase the Immortal Cultivation Pill, otherwise he wouldn't be entangled here.

"Accommodating, is it that difficult?" The man in black stared at Wan Yanyue and asked through gritted teeth.

Wan Yanyue sighed, and stopped playing sloppy with the man in black: "I want to accommodate you, but have you ever thought about accommodating you, what should I do?"

"The huge difference of 3,000 gold coins is beyond what a mere clerk like me can afford to pay. After the investigation by the higher authorities, I lost my job."

The man in black looked down at his father, then at Wanyanyue, hesitated for a while, and decided to go all out.

He bowed to Yan Yue and said in a trembling voice, "Please inform the shopkeeper, I beg you."

"If Wandantang can give me an Immortal Cultivation Pill to help me, Ximen Wuji will never forget it!"

"Wantan Hall will be useful in the future, and I will go through fire and water and die!"

In the Eastern Continent, if a monk can say such words, it is basically equivalent to prostitution.

What she was waiting for was this sentence, Wan Yanyue hesitated for a while, smiled helplessly, and was about to sell favors: "Okay, I'll go talk to the shopkeeper and see if I can make an exception."

Ye Lingtian looked at the old man who was slumped on the chair, walked straight over, and came up and said, "Don't talk about the Immortal Cultivation Pill, even the Nine Heavens Cultivation Pill, at most it can only relieve the symptoms, not the root cause."

Are you going to tear down my desk? Wanyanyue's face was a bit ugly: "According to what you said, what kind of healing pills can cure the root cause? Don't tell me that the Heaven and Earth Cultivation Pill can do it!"

Heaven and Earth Cultivation Pill, as a god-level repairing pill, is scarce in the middle-level fairy sect, let alone in Wandantang?

When Ximen Wuji heard Ye Lingtian's words, his heart turned cold.

The Immortal Cultivation God Pill is beyond his tolerance, and the Heaven and Earth Cultivation God Pill can't be obtained through exhaustion with his weight.

Ye Lingtian investigated the old man's condition with all his heart, and said with great certainty: "Heaven and Earth Cultivation Pills don't work either, all repairing pills can only relieve the symptoms."

"The higher the grade and the quantity of the repairing pills taken, the worse the condition will be."

Seeing Ximen Wuji's silence for a while, Ye Lingtian said in a deep voice, "If I guessed correctly, the old man could solve the problem by taking the Huishen Pill."

"In the later period, the number of recovery pills increased, but their effectiveness gradually decreased. So you raised the rank of the pills, so that the cultivation pills with immortal grades are only effective, right?"

Ximen Wuji nodded quickly: "Exactly, brother, do you have a way to cure my father?"

Ye Lingtian looked at Ximen Wuji and then at Wanyan Yue, a little lacking in confidence: "Yes, but I have never done this kind of surgery."

Operation? Ximen Wuji and Wanyanyue looked at each other, what is surgery?

Zheng Xueyu was also confused, but thinking of Ye Lingtian's miraculous dream, she kept silent very wisely.

In fact, Ximen Wuji's father suffered from a disease called cerebral aneurysm in modern society.

Specifically, cerebral arterial vascular malformations.

It stands to reason that such diseases can be alleviated by drugs, but the problem is that the cerebral arteries have ruptured and can only be treated by surgery.

This kind of disease is determined by heaven, and it doesn't need too complicated procedures to cure it. It is simply an incurable disease in the fairy world.

People in the fairy world rarely get sick. Once they get sick, they can be cured by taking celestial herbs or pills.

Therefore, in the world of immortality, there is no way of medicine, only the way of alchemy.

Facts have proved that pills and celestial herbs are not a panacea, and some diseases that require surgery to solve are major problems that kill people's lives in the fairy world.

If Ye Lingtian had just practiced the Nine Heavens Xuan Xuan Jue, he could completely get rid of it with the invasion of sickness.

Now, I can only pick up the scalpel and follow the procedure step by step.

The problem is, Ye Lingtian's chances of using a scalpel are really rare.

"Brother, if you don't do your so-called surgery, how long can my father last?" Ximen Wuji was not stupid, and pointed to the core of the problem.

"The biggest effect of the repairing pills is to repair the meridians. It has little effect on the cerebral blood vessels. The biggest effect of the pills taken by your father is to eliminate the congestion in the brain."

"This disease is equivalent to a leaking dam, and the leaking water can be cleaned up at the beginning."

"But the problem of water leakage has not been solved. If it continues, once the breach reaches the limit and the dam collapses, even the gods will not be able to save it."

Ye Lingtian looked at the old man's face, then looked at his slightly bloodshot eyes, and looked up at Ximen Wuji, without directly answering Ximen Wuji's question.

"You are also a monk, you should know that the amount of blood in your brain is increasing, right?"

Ximen Wuji looked at his father who was struggling to breathe, and said to Ye Lingtian, "Brother, I don't understand these things, so I just ask, can you help my father perform the operation?"

Wan Yanyue's eyes lit up, and she looked at Ye Lingtian, as if she had discovered a new continent.

Ye Lingtian replied honestly: "I have never done this kind of operation."

Ximen Wuji hesitated for a while, then knelt down on one knee: "Brother, please try it, it's a great kindness, Ximen Wuji never forgets."

Ye Lingtian quickly helped Ximen Wuji up, and said very seriously: "Don't thank me in a hurry, I will explain the procedure, if you are willing to take this risk, I will think about it."

"Brother, please tell me." Ximen Wuji said respectfully.

Ye Lingtian pointed at the old man's head, and said very seriously: "I will open the old man's skull first, lift his head up, use a small device to clamp the ruptured wound, and then use the Cultivation Pill to clean up the congestion, so the problem will be solved gone."

Ximen Wuji shuddered, and stared blankly at Ye Lingtian.

It doesn't matter if you open the skull, but also lift up the brain. If you play like this, can a person live?

Zheng Xueyu and Wanyanyue turned pale and opened their heads, whether they were saving lives or killing people.

In view of the current medical situation in the fairy world, Ye Lingtian expressed understanding for everyone's astonishment.

"It sounds mysterious, but in fact, as long as the measures are in place and the skull is lifted, life can still be saved."

Ye Lingtian scratched his head and thought for a while, then muttered softly: "First of all, we must ensure that the gadget is effective and free from germs, and secondly, we must solve the problem of blood transfusion."

Zheng Xueyu hurriedly tugged at Ye Lingtian, and whispered: "This is a matter of life and death, so don't move if you are not sure."

Ye Lingtian leaned closer to Zheng Xueyu's ear and whispered, "If the world in the dream is very confident, the world of immortality is actually a bit precarious."