Divine Magic Doctor

Suddenly being stared at by an unfamiliar kid, the old Daoist Priest felt a bit unnatural.    

"What do you want? "Are you feeling uncomfortable?" The old Daoist said in annoyance.    

Su Ming let out a long sigh, "A thief calls a thief, but he still calls it as if it's the right thing to do. "He was originally a swindler, but now he wants to pretend to be a master from the outside world. His skin is really thick."    

The old Daoist felt his face burning. "Stinking brat, who are you talking about?"    

"I say, who knows." Su Ming turned around and left.    

"Stupid brat, stand still and tell me clearly. Otherwise, I won't be finished with you today." The old Daoist swung his sleeves and walked over aggressively.    

The middle-aged man followed and said unhappily, "Brat, do you know where we are? If you don't want to die, then scram!"    

"Huo Du, pay attention to your character. Su Ming is my friend, you better keep your mouth shut. " Aunt Mei angrily walked over to stand beside Su Ming.    

Mi Wanying coughed a few times on the bed.    

"Don't argue anymore, Mister Nangong. Aunt Mei is my friend. Please don't make things difficult for them."    

The old Daoist turned and cupped his hands towards Mi Wanying, "Miss Mi, this old Daoist knows his limits."    

Su Ming held Aunt Mei's hand and glanced at the old Taoist and Huo Du with disdain.    

He was just a clown, and he really took himself seriously.    

It wasn't that Su Ming couldn't cure Mi Wanying's disease on the bed, but it was very poisonous.    

It was unknown who the patient had offended, but he had been secretly murdered to such an extent.    

The old Daoist turned around and coldly looked at Su Ming. The anger in his heart could not be quelled.    

"Kid, you have two choices now. The first is to apologize to me, then get out of here. I can give face to Miss Mi and not argue with you."    

"Second, you stay here, I'll go out and treat Miss Mi's illness."    

Huo Du became anxious, "Mr. Nangong, besides you, who else can treat Wanying's illness? You can't leave, it's this kid who has to leave anyway."    

The old Daoist pretended to be troubled, but his heart was bursting with joy.    

Right now, Mi Family respected him like an honored guest. Fighting against this wet behind the ears brat was simply courting death.    

"Kid, now, immediately, get out!" Huo Du pointed at Su Ming.    

Aunt Mei frowned and was about to say something when she was stopped by Su Ming.    

"Let me go. Alright, if I leave, then don't regret it." Su Ming sneered as he looked at the old Daoist Priest, "Using the Dragon Tooth Grass to mix the Soul Breaking Grass and give it to a patient with normal heart meridian to consume. The patient didn't go to Hades, his life is really tough."    

After saying that, Su Ming left with Aunt Mei.    

The old Daoist stared blankly for a moment, his heart thumping.    

"Brat, stop right there!"    

The Dragon Tooth Grass and Spirit Breaking Grass were indeed guarding the heart meridian. How did this brat figure out that Miss Mi had taken these two medicines?    

Su Ming stopped and turned around to look at Aunt Mei. After hesitating for a while, he felt that he should tell Miss Mi something.    

"Miss Mi, your illness cannot be cured by the old Taoist."    

"If you want to live a bit longer, using the Heavy Tower, Ghost Needle Grass, Gentile Grass, Chicken Bone Grass, and Three Ganoderma Lucid Ganoderma three times daily would ensure that you can live an extra two years." Su Ming did it out of respect for Aunt Mei. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't bother to care.    

"Scram! Stop talking nonsense!" Huo Du's tone was bad.    

Su Ming frowned. He raised his hand and a silver needle flew out and pierced Huo Du's mud bearing acupoint.    

Huo Du felt something was wrong with his jaw. He lifted his hand and the silver needle fell to the ground. He realized that he couldn't make a sound when he spoke.    

"Your mouth is full of feces. You should shut up forever!" Su Ming had already left some face, otherwise Huo Du would definitely lose half his life.    

Huo Du widened his eyes and shouted with all his might, but he still couldn't make a single sound.    

Mi Wanying, who was on the bed, did not know what had happened. She thanked Su Ming gratefully.    

Aunt Mei sighed. It seemed like Wanying could only hope for her own good fortune.    

Seeing the two turn around again, the old Daoist Priest knew that he had met an expert, so he stopped in front of Su Ming and Aunt Mei.    

"Expert, you are truly blind and do not recognize Mt. Tai. Please forgive me for offending you."    

The old Taoist kneeled in front of Su Ming.    

This scene shocked Aunt Mei and Huo Du.    

In the blink of an eye, the old Daoist Priest, who was previously overweeningly arrogant, had become so humble. This sort of divine reversal was truly unfathomable.    

"I can't accept your kneeling." Su Ming turned around.    

The old Daoist knocked his head to the ground and said, "Master, Nangong Bo is too pleased with himself and boasted. He really deserves to be punished. Master, please save Miss Mi."    

With that, Nangong Bo slapped himself twice.    

"Master, I've slapped myself in the face. I apologize for my shortsightedness."    

Su Ming was in no mood to pay any attention to him. He walked around Nangong Bo and once again arrived in front of the bed. He grabbed Mi Wanying's left hand and stroked it.    

Sensing that something was moving in his blood vessels, Su Ming quickly took out a silver needle and inserted it into the middle finger of Mi Wanying.    

"Miss Mi, how long have you been ill?" Su Ming guessed the cause, but he wasn't completely sure.    

Mi Wanying struggled to open her mouth. "It's been a year."    

Su Ming let go of her hand, turned around and said to Aunt Mei, "Bring me my medicine box."    

Aunt Mei nodded and left.    

"Did you go to Southeast Asia before you got sick?" Su Ming picked up a handful of hair from the bed and sniffed it.    

Mi Wanying widened her eyes in shock. "You, you, how did you know?"    

"What you are suffering from is not sickness, but being infected by someone." Su Ming was very sure that Mi Wanying was poisoned by someone from the Southern Ocean Evil Technique.    

To put it bluntly, he had his head lowered by someone.    

"What?" Descending Head Technique? " Nangong Bo got up and quickly walked over.    

Su Ming took the medicine box from Aunt Mei's hands.    

"Will she be saved or not?" Su Ming asked Aunt Mei.    

Aunt Mei was stunned, completely unable to understand what he meant.    

"Save him!" Aunt Mei answered straightforwardly.    

Su Ming turned around and looked at Huo Du, "Get him out of here!" Find someone who can speak! "    

Huo Du stared with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, but he couldn't say anything. He looked like he was an idiot and could only dance with joy.    

"Huo Du, get out!" "Tell the butler to come over!" Aunt Mei said.    

Huo Du stared blankly for a long time. Finally, he could only turn around and leave.    

After a while, an old man with a head full of white hair walked in.    

"Miss Mei, Mister Nangong, you're looking for me?" The old housekeeper was very polite.    

Aunt Mei pointed at Su Ming and said, "It's Dr. Su looking for you."    

The old butler politely greeted him, "Dr. Su, if there's anything you need, I will definitely cooperate fully."    

Su Ming didn't waste any time and went straight to the point.    

"Find me what I need in a moment. If you want your Miss to live, then follow my instructions."    

With Su Ming's current mastery of this skill, Mi Wanying's mastery of it had already reached the intermediate and advanced stages.    

If they didn't make a move now, Mi Wanying wouldn't live past half a year.    

"S-Dr. Su, what did you say? Can our Miss's illness be cured?" The old housekeeper was very surprised.    

Ever since the young miss had gotten sick, the entire Mi Family had sunk into grief. The old master and the young mistress had searched for famous doctors in the world, but not a single one of them had been able to cure the young miss.    

Although the butler didn't complain about the hope, judging from Dr. Su's tone just now, he seemed to be completely confident.    

"I can cure you, but you have to agree to my conditions." Su Ming wouldn't drag his feet when it came to handling matters.    

The butler said excitedly: "Dr. Su, tell me how much money you need and what you need. I'll call the old master right away and tell him the good news."    

Su Ming raised his hand and pointed to three items, "Prepare three hundred million medical fees and ask Huo Du to kneel down and apologize to my woman. If you satisfy these two conditions, I will immediately treat your Miss."    

Butler nodded: "I'll do it right away!"    

When the butler left, Aunt Mei pulled Su Ming aside.    

"You, you're really willing to help me with this?" Aunt Mei found it hard to believe.    

Su Ming smiled, "My woman, you asked me for help, how can you refuse?"    

Aunt Mei stared at him reproachfully. "At least you have some conscience."