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"Bad little friend Guo, this is my junior brother Xie Yulin, sorry to trouble you." By the time Xiao Feiyang woke up, the Seven Injury Fist Sect Leader Xie Yu Kui had already dragged someone around his age to stand in front of Guo Xie.

"To wound the enemy one thousand times while harming himself eight hundred times. This senior wants me to treat him. Do you want to continue practicing martial arts in the future, or would you like to spend a few years' time in peace?" Guo Tai asked with a smile as he felt Xie Yulin's pulse.

Little friend, I am a martial artist, and I have helped a lot, so I have offended a lot of people. I know that I have a lot of time left, and since you are still in the martial arts world, if you can help the old man, then I will treat you. If you are unable to help me, then I will not trouble you this time. Xie Yulin said with a smile.

I will first help you with the acupuncture today, then you will come back to my place after seven days. After that, I will prescribe medicine for you, and in about a month, the hidden ailments on your body will completely disappear, and regardless of whether you practice the Seven Injury Fist or not, it will no longer harm your foundation. However, you must come to my infirmary after twenty years, otherwise, if others do not go and cause trouble for you, I will come to find you. Xie Yu Lin suddenly felt a chill in his body and nodded.

This time, Guo Huai's acupuncture was much slower than the previous ones. Furthermore, he would teach every student in the infirmary without even giving them a single needle. In about an hour, Guo Huai had pierced Xie Yulin with thirteen needles.

"He Mo, you don't have to look at me like that. I used the thirteen needles of the ghost sect. I told you before that the thirteen needles were no secret to me." "You should have seen my acupuncture technique clearly. You must remember, this is what a needle does, this is what a person is like. I only used the abusive energy of the Ghost sect's 13 needles to deal with Old Master Xie's internal injuries." He Mo nodded his head.

Guo Xie withdrew the needle, and Xie Yulin looked at him in shock. He could clearly feel that the changes in his body were different than before. The hidden pain brought by the Seven Injury Fists had mostly vanished.

"Little brother, I beg of you, please save my child." The middle-aged man cried. He came with someone from the Martial City Welfare Center. At first, Guo Tai didn't notice, but when his eyes fell on the young man, he felt uncomfortable.

"When did this child begin to have these symptoms? Where has he been recently? " Guo Xie asked in a soft voice. The teenager's eyes were dull, his limbs weak, but his meridians were normal. Guo Xie could roughly guess the reason.

"I came home from outside seven days ago and woke up like this the next day." The middle-aged man said softly.

"His birthday is the ninth of September?" Guo Que asked again.

"Oh, Master Guo, the Godly Doctor. Xiao Jiu was born on the ninth day of the ninth day, at 9: 9 PM." The middle-aged man said with a trace of excitement. These days, he had been running to many hospitals. His originally well-off family was now almost all troubled by his child's illness.

"I don't know if any of the guests here are born in the ninth month of the Dragon family. Please come out for a moment, we need men." Guo Xie said loudly to everyone. "Don't worry, I just need one or two drops of blood as a compensation for the newly developed medicine."

"Grandpa Shi, I'm a dragon, so I was born in a month. I don't know if that'll work." A young man beside Shi Xueman said in a low voice.

"Bad little friend Guo, the boy from Zhenzhong Pharmacy was born in September as a dragon, what do you think?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes!" Shi Xueman immediately shouted loudly. His heart was filled with joy. If he could get another pill, he could give it to the family head and retire early. "Little Zhao, what are you standing around in a daze for, hurry up and go up. No matter what kind of pills the infirmary gives you, I will pay one million for Old Stone."

"Grandpa Shi, I'll keep your word." Little Zhao walked up to Guo Xie with a happy expression, he looked at Little Zhao and nodded. He took out a silver needle and placed two drops of blood on Little Zhao's palm, then used a jade bottle to borrow it. Afterwards, he had Yu'er pass a Snow Muscle Pill to Little Zhao. He no longer paid any attention to the excited Little Zhao and the even more excited Shi Caitou.

No one was interrupted by this episode, they all wanted to see how Guo Jiu was going to treat this young man in front of them, especially those from the Chinese Medical Association. They had seen this Xiao Jiu before, no one could find any complications on the hospital examination, and no one could treat him.

"Hehe, Dazhu, come here. I need to give you a few drops of blood." Guo Qiang said with a smile.

"Bad Lord, there's nothing for me to ask for. Can you give me a Face Preserving Pill? My sister-in-law has already taken it, but our family didn't get any. I'll get one for her." He had already lowered his voice, but Shen Bi Rou was still able to hear him clearly, and her face was flushed red.

"Xiao Rou, your family's Dazhu has been pretty good to you. Why are you so shy? Big sister will do an inspection on you tonight to see if you are still a girl." Sun Ling Ling who was standing beside Shen Bi Rou teased, and Shen Bi Rou's face turned even redder.

"Dazhu, not bad. You've learned how to bargain for me. I don't have anymore Face Preserving Pills, but I do have some Snow Muscle Pills. I'll give you one when the time comes." As he spoke, the silver needle pierced the finger of the huge pillar, and a drop of blood dripped into the jade bottle. The centipede inside actually faked its death in one move, as if it was facing a great enemy.

"Old Lin, can you tell what's wrong with that child? "How is bad little friend Guo going to treat me?" Zhang Tianzheng asked softly.

"I have seen that Xiao Jiu before, the old thing from the Chinese Medical Association called me, all the examinations are normal, the Western medicine cannot explain it, I had given Xiao Jiu a pulse before, if I'm not wrong, it should be the soul loss recorded in the incomplete book of the Chinese Medical Subjects. But we have never met, so we can't say for sure." Guo Xie seemed to have heard Lin Changtian's words. He looked at Lin Changtian and nodded his head. Although he had not competed with Lin Changtian in the past, this Old Man Lin had left a good impression on him.