Meng Yi's tears gushed out like they were free.
The First Emperor and Wang Jian were about to go crazy from holding back their laughter. Wasn't this Meng Yi too embarrassing?
However, while they were trying to hold back their laughter, they were also puzzled. They heard from Xia Wu that Meng Yi's arms were fractured. Fu Su, why did you still violently shake his arms?
How did Meng Yi offend you?
Meng Yi was also very innocent. He was already rolling on the bed in pain.
Fu Su, you bastard, it's fine if you don't treat me properly, but why do you want me to suffer like this?
Just as he was about to ask Fu Su what he was up to, he heard Fu Su say,""Lord Meng, let's move around."
Meng Yi was speechless.
The First Emperor was speechless.
Wang Jian was speechless.
Meng Yi had lost both his arms, and you wanted him to move around?
How could he move? His arm was already broken.
Meng Yi also had a look of disbelief as he said,"Young Master, my arm is broken.”
The First Emperor immediately walked over." Fusu, how can he move with such serious injuries?"”
Fu Su wiped the sweat from his forehead. He had used a lot of strength to reattach Meng Yi's bones.
There was nothing he could do. Meng Yi had a thick arm after all.
"Imperial Father, your son has already cured Lord Meng.”
The First Emperor was speechless.
Meng Yi was speechless.
Wang Jian was speechless.
Big brother, this is a broken arm. You can just pull Meng Yi a few times and he'll be fine?
Are you sure you've cured him?
Even if you are the disciple of an immortal, there is no reason for it to be so simple. Where are the immortal pills? What about immortal techniques?
Fu Su looked at the three of them with black lines on his face. Since they didn't know that Meng Yi had only dislocated his ankle, Fu Su would go with the flow.
Anyway, you guys were the ones who said that I'm a celestial disciple. I've never said that.
However, he still had to thank Xia Wuqi. If it weren't for his lousy medical skills, he wouldn't have been able to pretend in front of these three people.
"Fusu, High Official Meng's injury is of great importance. He is the Imperial Censor of Great Qin.”
The First Emperor still did not believe that Fu Su could cure Meng Yi. No matter what, he had broken his arms. At least give him a prescription.
The Imperial Censor supervised the officials and was on the same level as Feng Quji, the Right Prime Minister of Great Qin.
Fu Su shook his head helplessly." Brother, I said I'm cured, so I'm cured. Why would I lie to you?"
"Imperial Father, why would your son lie to you?”
The First Emperor thought about it and agreed. Fu Su was a disciple of an immortal. Wouldn't it be easy for him to treat a fracture?
He nodded and said to Meng Yi,"Minister Meng, try moving around.”
Meng Yi was about to say that he couldn't move, but he saw his arms slowly raise.
Meng Yi's eyes widened. F * ck!
Really?
Just two tugs and it's done?
"Thank you, Young Master Fusu. Young Master Fusu is really amazing!”
The First Emperor smiled smugly. He's powerful, right? He's my son.
Fu Su pursed his lips when he saw the First Emperor's smug look.
Meng Yi stopped crying as soon as he could move his arms. He immediately jumped off the bed.
Wang Jian laughed out loud, pointed at Meng Yi, and said,"You're crying like a woman. I'm embarrassed for you.”
Meng Yi rubbed his head awkwardly. He didn't want to, but when he thought about how he wouldn't be able to use his arms for the rest of his life, he couldn't help but cry.
But now, Fu Su had cured him, and it was so simple and quick.
Meng Yi would be the first to get angry if anyone said that Fu Su did not use any immortal techniques.
The corners of the First Emperor's mouth were almost reaching the top of his head.
He was happier than anyone else. On one hand, Fu Su could make him proud. On the other hand, if he encountered any chronic illness in the future, Fu Su would definitely be able to cure him.
Who was the First Emperor? He was Fusu's good father.
The First Emperor waved his hand." Let's go. Follow me to the palace. We'll hold a banquet today!"”
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In the main hall, the First Emperor sat on the throne.
Wang Jian, Meng Yi, and Fu Su sat in the lower seats. There was an endless variety of food in front of each person's table. There were even palace maids standing behind everyone, ready to pour wine for the big shots at any time.
After leaving Meng Yi's house, the few of them had been drinking here. Fu Su, who was once the best drinker in the school, was also drunk until he was dizzy.
At this moment, the First Emperor lifted the Wine Master and said,"Come, everyone, let's go!"”
This sentence was originally blurted out by Fu Su. When the First Emperor heard this, he thought that this was something that immortals said while drinking, so he imitated it.
Hearing that he was going to drink again, Fu Su frowned.
How could these ancient people have such good alcohol tolerance? Everyone basically drank more than ten barrels.
If you want to drink more, I'll spit it out for you to see.
However, since this was the First Emperor's words, he couldn't possibly not give face to his good father.
Fu Su raised the Wine Master, and everyone drank it in one gulp after clinking glasses.
At this moment, the beer in Fu Su's mouth was like horse urine. After drinking the beer, Fu Su immediately felt something go up.
He didn't care about what the others thought and immediately got up and ran out.
He ran out of the hall and lay in front of a tree to vomit crazily. He almost vomited his bile.
In the hall, the three of them were dumbfounded.
What was going on? Why did he run away while drinking?
" It might be Fusu's immortal master summoning him," the First Emperor said mysteriously." Let's not ask."”
Wang Jian nodded and said," The legendary immortal technique that can quickly heal the injured is the Heaven Xuan Qi. I reckon that this Fusu must have used Heaven Xuan Qi to treat Meng Yi's injuries."”
Meng Yi strongly agreed with this. It doesn't make sense if you say this isn't an immortal technique, but it easily reattached my hand.
Outside the hall, Fu Su vomited so much that he almost vomited out what he had eaten for the night.
About fifteen minutes later.
Fu Su, who had adjusted himself, walked into the hall again. He thought that he had run away halfway through his meal. He really felt sorry for the three big shots, so he explained as soon as he entered,
"I'm sorry father, I'm sorry sirs, your son really wasn't feeling well just now, so"
Before he could finish, the First Emperor interrupted,"" Father understands. There's no need to explain."
After saying that, she looked at Fu Su with an expression that said,"I understand you."
Fu Su was dumbfounded. He turned to look at Wang Jian and Meng Yi. Both of them looked at Fu Su with respect.
Good heavens, Fu Su called him good heavens.
This must be the imagination of these three old men again.
However, this was not a bad thing.
After three rounds of drinking, Fu Su was dizzy.
Halfway through, they ran out and vomited again. This time, when they returned, the three of them all looked respectful.
It was probably another immortal summoning Fu Su.
They didn't even think about it. Were immortals so good at picking the time? Why did he choose to summon Fu Su when the three of them were drinking?
However, they couldn't be blamed for this. The First Emperor trusted immortals more than anything else.
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