A Strange Patient
Xue Zhuo's face quickly darkened.
As one of the thirteen Grand Guardians of Mount Song Sect, and the disciple of Ding Mian, the famous Pagoda Lifting Hand in the pugilistic world, he was actually kicked out when he cut in line. This was simply unacceptable.
Seeing that Xu Chen was so young, he was slightly surprised for a moment.
Although his junior brother wasn't very skilled, he wasn't so weak that he couldn't withstand a single blow.
"Shaolin Temple is indeed full of talents. Even a young monk is so strong.”
Xue Zhuo thought to himself. He calmed himself down and walked forward."Little monk, we are from Mount Song Sword Sect. My master is sick."
Before he could finish his sentence, he saw a white bolt of lightning coming at him!
In the next moment, Xue Zhuo's vision blurred and he could not see anything clearly. However, he felt that he had left the ground and was flying! That face gradually changed from arrogance to fear.
Bang!
Bang!
Crack!
Two muffled sounds and one crisp sound.
The four people from Mount Song Sect were all thrown far away by Xu Chen and smashed onto the ground. They cried out in pain and looked extremely miserable. It was a sharp contrast to their arrogance just now.
The surrounding refugees burst into laughter.
"It's not just your master who's sick! I don't think you're healthy either."
Xu Chen's figure landed back on the ground and clapped his hands.
The refugees burst into laughter again.
A few monks from the Medicine King Yard also rushed over at this moment. When they saw this scene, they couldn't help but ask,"Junior Brother Xuchen, what's going on?”
"Senior Brother, these people cut in line and even beat people up. I'll get them to queue up again. It's alright! Don't worry!"
"Oh, I see."
The monks of the Medicine King Yard were so shocked that they couldn't speak when they saw how powerful Xu Chen was.
As for the few people from Mount Song Sect, they hurriedly got up from the ground and did not dare to say anything. They walked back dejectedly and queued up.
Even a small monk was so powerful.
If a few more came, they were afraid that they would die on the spot if they were not treated properly. It was a wise choice to follow their hearts.
The group of refugees regained order. But Xu Chen didn't leave.
"Strange, why was that person covered with a cloth and tied up with iron chains?”
He looked at the dejected figures and narrowed his eyes slightly.
When the people from Mount Song Sword Sect got up just now, one of them who was covered with a big cloth was helped up by others. Moreover, he was tied with a black and solid iron chain. He staggered and walked with a tinkling sound.
It can be called strange
"Forget it, they'll know when it's their turn.”
Xu Chen didn't look and hurried back to help.
The sun was setting, and the sky quickly darkened.
Monks and patients came and went. Many patients who had been diagnosed led the prescriptions prescribed by the monks of the Medicine King Yard to the next shed to get their medicine.
"Sigh, it's almost dark. Why isn't it our turn yet?”
"Soon, soon. Let's wait a little longer.”
"I'm afraid Master won't be able to hold on any longer. Look, he's starting to tremble again.”
"This iron chain is new, so it can still hold on for a while. Sigh, that little monk is really fierce. Otherwise, it would have been our turn.”
Several people from Mount Song Sword Sect craned their necks to look into the shed and complained in a low voice.
They had been waiting anxiously.
Their master was Ding Mian. He was covered by a large piece of cloth, and his body was trembling non-stop. There was also a faint roar coming from within. It was very strange. The few of them were a little far away from him, looking very afraid.
"Next!"
Finally, it was Ding Mian and the others from Mount Song Sword Sect.
Xue Zhuo and the others felt as if they had been pardoned. They slipped into the shed and sat down on the long bench. They said as if they were stir-frying beans,"Masters! My master has a strange illness! I've seen many doctors and prescribed many medicines, but they're all useless. Hurry up and take a look!”
As he spoke, he stood up.
The few of them pressed Ding Mian onto the stool.
The monk doctors of the Medicine King's Yard found their violent behavior a little strange.
Furthermore, she had a strange illness. Why was she still dressed like this? Tied up with iron chains? Was he not going to stop until the patient died?
Xu Chen walked over and watched quietly.
"Patrons, please remove the iron chain on the patient's body so that I can take his pulse.”
"Master, you can't take it!"
"Why?"
"Anyway, I can't take it. I'll take the cloth and show it to Master.”
As Xue Zhuo spoke, he reached out to lift the cloth and said with some embarrassment,"My master is afraid of the sun, so he has to use a cloth to block it.”
Swoosh!
The cloth was lifted.
"Roar!"
The candlelight flickered. Ding Mian, whose face was half-buried in the shadows, suddenly raised his head and let out a beast-like roar.
The monk doctors trembled in fear.
The refugees who were still queuing outside were also shocked. They curiously poked their heads in and looked inside.
Xu Chen walked forward and sized up Ding Mian.
His face was pale and devoid of blood. There were four sharp teeth at the corner of his mouth and his eyes were green. After shouting, he lowered his head again, feeling dazed. Xu Chen looked down again and found that his nails were black and sharp, very long.
"Master, let Master take a look!"
Xue Zhuo patted Ding Mian's shoulder.
"Awoo!"
Ding Mian suddenly went crazy and opened his mouth to bite Xue Zhuo's right hand! He began to struggle wildly. The chains were cracking from his struggle, and it seemed that he would not be able to last long.
"Master!"
Xue Zhuo quickly withdrew his hand and retreated with a cry.
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