Chapter 1262

"I believe that people like you don't want to die in such a small illness?"

The voice just fell, He Xi suddenly felt that his spiritual power suddenly spread in his brain.

The middle-aged man's brain structure and lesions are clearly reflected in her mind.

He Xi's face showed a little smile. Without hesitation, dozens of silver needles were taken out and stabbed at the big holes on the middle-aged man.

A moment later, the room was silent, and everyone looked at the appearance of the moment on their father's face, only feeling the courage in their hearts.

Always dignified and lofty, at this time, the head has become like a hedgehog, full of silver needles.

That's ridiculous, but no one laughs.

But what makes Qiu Shu and others relieved is that after this kind of hedgehog pin, the venerable who had no breath originally began to breathe steadily.

Qiu Shusong breathed a sigh of relief and looked anxiously at He Xi: "Xi Yue, has your disease been cured?"

"Cure? Are you daydreaming? " He Xi sneers, "don't say to heal, if this kind of disease attacks again, you wait for him to collect corpses."

"You What do you say?! "

"Son of a bitch, you dare to talk nonsense. Are you impatient?"

He Xi narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "even if he doesn't die, he will become an idiot sooner or later and lose all his wits. I'm just telling you the truth. You don't like it. I can't help it. "

Seeing the tense atmosphere, Wei Chengyuan hurriedly walked out and said, "Xi Yue, do you have any basis for making such a diagnosis?"

He Xi sees Wei Chengyuan's nervous and worried expression. Knowing that he is really worried about himself, he sighs: "you haven't seen this disease, so you don't know the real cause. But if you don't believe it, we can try. According to his current situation, the attack cycle is only two days at most. We can wait two days to see if he will get sick again. "

"But I can't guarantee whether I can survive when I get sick again and whether my current golden needle stabbing blood can work."

As soon as He Xi said this, Qiu Shu and others all changed color.

Because the last time the middle-aged man got sick was two days ago.

At that time, the doctor who was consulting for him said that there were more than ten days of attack cycle. That's why they didn't prepare.

Who knows, just a few hours ago, the emperor suddenly said that his body was wrong, and asked them to find someone to treat him immediately.

At first, they thought it was a delusion of supremacy. After all, Lu Xuyang, a doctor with such a strong medical skill, never missed the attack cycle, but I didn't expect it to be true.

So, in front of this young Xi Yue, is the medical skill really so excellent?

Qiu Shushen took a breath of the airway and said, "if you are cured in these two days, will you be able to cure your venerable disease?"

He Xi shook his head: "I can't guarantee that it will be cured. I can only do my best."

Qiu Shu frowned anxiously and said, "but when I was treating Zhang Yi, you said that it would be cured!"

He Xi narrowed his eyes, hissed and said coldly: "you also know that it was at the beginning, when Zhang Yi was treated, what was his disease cycle? What is the disease cycle of your honor now? If you let me treat you a month earlier, maybe I can say that I have a ten percent chance. "