In the lobby of Renxin Hall, the Medical Saint who was dispensing medicine suddenly shook his hands and a piece of white medicine powder sprinkled on Wu Jun's face.

Wu Jun spit out a sip of white smoke and said angrily: "Old man, are you okay? Your hands are shaking like this, and you still have to hold on. People have to obey the old age. Do you want me to help you treat it?"

The Medical Saint said with a complicated expression: "You are right."

Wu Jun was stunned and then excitedly said: "I will help you with treatment now!"

The Medical Saint glanced at Wu Jun and sighed: "You are right, the boss is still alive."

Wu Jun suddenly lost his face and said, "I thought you wanted me to help you with treatment... Wait, the boss you are talking about seems to be a poison saint, right?!"

The Medical Saint nodded silently and said with a lonely expression: "Boss and Lao Qi have fought. It's really a sin to be a disciple of the same school... Among my disciples back then, they belonged to them."

"The eldest brother used to be very kind to others, especially the seventh son who lost his parents since childhood, so he took special care of him..."

Wu Jun looked at the widowed old man in front of him and comforted him: "Don't worry, they beat them, it doesn't matter if they all die, I will provide you with retirement."

The Medical Saint heard this and felt much more cheerful. He smiled and said, "I have known you for so long, and finally I heard you say something."

Wu Jun nodded and continued, "My request for you is not too much. As long as you take a clinic in Renxintang for eight hours every day, and then use your spare time to work for two hours, make money to buy me the hairy crabs I like to eat, novels, gorgeous clothes, and invite me to go to the brothel to listen to music every day, I will definitely provide you with my old age!"

Listening to Wu Jun’s “not overly over” request, the Medical Saint’s face gradually darkened: “…”

Who raises this?

As for the boss, what is the ability to beat Lao Qi? Come here to clean up the portal!

Just as he was trying hard to restrain the urge to slap people, suddenly a blue mist whistled into the hall.

The blue mist dissipated, and the figure of Venerable Duobao appeared in Renxin Hall, vomited a mouthful of black blood, and lay on a hospital bed.

Looking at the sudden appearance of Duobao, Wu Jun was stunned: "What's the situation? My bed sheets and bedding are newly replaced!"

The doctor's saint's brows thumped, and Wu Jun, who was too lazy to take care of his brain, turned his face and looked at his seventh disciple with a scrutiny look.

"Lao Qi, you are very embarrassed by the boss. Now it seems that you should be the worst disciple you have ever brought to the master."

When Duobao heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Among the many brothers and sisters, he has the highest medical talent, but this does not mean that he has the highest spiritual talent!

Looking at the master with a teasing look, he felt mixed emotions.

It seems that the master was not angry about his escape, but he...

"Master...Master!"

Venerable Duobao's eyes turned red and he shouted with difficulty.

The Medical Saint snorted coldly: "I still know that I came to see me when I was chased. It's not hopelessly stupid. But you left without saying goodbye back then and could not escape the crime of living, so I will punish you..."

As he said that, his light looked at Wu Jun who was beside him, raised his lips slightly and said, "Forget it, I will not punish you if I am a kind teacher. Wu Jun, you are the best successor of my Medical Saint, so I will leave his injuries to you."

When Master Duobao heard this, he was shocked and shouted in dismay: "Master!"

The Medical Saint smiled and said, "Don't worry, Wu Jun is your best junior. Your life has not been treated by the junior, and it is not perfect."

Venerable Duobao stopped talking for a while, and finally smiled bitterly: "Master, it doesn't matter whether I am perfect or not. I am afraid that he will pass away!"

Wu Jun was furious on the spot and shouted at him: "What do you mean? The strongest successor certified by my dignified doctor saint will not be cured of your mere minor injuries?"

Seeing the indifferent appearance of the Medical Saint, Venerable Duobao showed an expression of indifference, and obviously had accepted the reality.

Just a small injury, you really dare to say it...

He self-destructed hundreds of magic weapons, but the strange sect spirit that he could not resist was actually a minor injury.

If the eldest brother is here, he will probably be furious on the spot...

At this time, Wu Jun had already walked forward, helped him straight and lay down, and poked out a trace of his genius and started to check it out.

After a while, Wu Jun's face changed a few times and said in a daze: "Master, why is this abnormal power in your body a bit like my master's ghost qi..."

"No, this shouldn't be! Did the master betray the master and learn from the Poison Saint lineage?"

Venerable Duobao: "@#￥%￥#@..."

Who is your master?

I have too many complaints and don’t know where to start vomiting!

The Medical Saint looked at Duobao's constipated face and asked Wu Jun with a smile: "Can it be cured?"

Wu Jun said confidently: "Yes, this little thing won't hurt me. I first sucked out the power in his body, then threw him into the pot and simmered it on a low heat... Cough cough, then gave him a medicinal bath to repair his body, and finally helped him recover his soul!"

"In this way, he will be completely cured in at most eight hundred years!"

Venerable Duobao widened his eyes in horror: "Eight hundred years??!!"

Hearing that he was about to be cooked for eight hundred years, he felt a terrifying first, and then he couldn't help but slid down a tear mark.

He looked at the Medical Saint with a begging face and choked and said, "Master, I really know I'm wrong..."

The Medical Saint also felt that Wu Jun’s treatment plan was a bit too much, and he said with a stern face: “Eight hundred years will definitely not work. According to Lao Qi’s injury, he will have to be treated for eight thousand years!”

Venerable Duobao: "@#￥%￥#@..."

This style of conduct that is consistent, indeed Wu Jun is your direct disciple of Master!

The Venerable Duobao, who accepted his fate, felt sad and silent for a moment, and said, "Master, Senior Brother is already crazy. He wants to kill all the holy realms in the world! I have a little doubt that he is controlled by the way of heaven, just like the master's wife back then."

Wu Jun shook his head when he heard this and said negatively: "I have seen the Poison Saint and the Heavenly Dao. The heavenly Dao on his body is not strong, it is the level of an ordinary holy realm. Not to mention the Chidi and Yue'er who were influenced by the Heavenly Dao, even the power of the Heavenly Dao on my little disciple is stronger than that on his."

Venerable Duobao was stunned and frowned and said, "What's going on with the eldest brother?"

Wu Jun looked at his frowning face and said seriously: "Is there a possibility that the Poison Saint is simply crazy about gaining and losing his heart? When you get better, you can go and send me a message to him, saying that I can cure his illness, as long as the price is fair!"

Venerable Duobao: “…”

Go to cure the poison saint, and you still need money? Who is you two crazy?

Venerable Duobao felt that he had suffered more impact today than in the first half of his life. First, the master was resurrected, then the elder brother was resurrected, and he had to be killed.

The ignorant junior in front of him actually wants to treat the poisonous saint...
Chapter completed!