Chapter 180 Recovery

"Yes, what a coincidence."

Bai Jing said with a smile.

The two did not care about his attitude. The third brother was not a threat. The main purpose of their trip was to find Doctor Meng.

They came here today to snatch people. The crown prince and the second prince had already made a plan to break up with Bai Jing.

"Where is Mr. Meng?"

The crown prince asked expectantly, and the second prince also listened attentively.

A ninth-rank master was worth their loss of face to win over.

"Meng is treating my brother's injury. You can't go in!"

Fan Ruoruo said firmly.

"I was anxious waiting."

The crown prince and the second prince apologized repeatedly.

"It's great that Mr. Meng can come out this time. Since Fan Xian got into trouble, I have been in a state of panic."

The second prince said with emotion.

Fan Xian was invited by him to go out that day, and he was assassinated, which surprised him.

"Oh, in my opinion, my second brother is the most suspicious."

The crown prince said coldly.

"What does the prince mean by that?"

The atmosphere between the two immediately froze.

"Today, Elder Meng treated my brother's injury, which is a happy event for the Fan family. If you have other important matters, please talk to me later."

Fan Ruoruo made a smooth situation and took them to the living room to have tea.

"Second brother, it's my fault. I shouldn't have doubted you."

The prince suddenly laughed.

"No, no, your highness's suspicion is reasonable. I will prove my innocence."

The second prince said generously.

The two of them were hypocritical, which made Fan Ruoruo quite uncomfortable.

"Miss Fan."

"Did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince give any instructions?"

The Crown Prince hesitated and said, "Today, the Fan Mansion is going to slaughter a pig. Why is the noise so deafening?"

Fan Ruoruo's face darkened and said, "When Mr. Meng did it, it was inevitable that he would touch my brother's wound. I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"Oh, so that's the case. Your brother is very successful in martial arts. Even if he is injured, his cry is full of energy!"

The Crown Prince was dumbfounded and gently passed on the matter.

Several people were drinking tea here, but Fan Xian suffered a great crime.

"Ah... Grandma, are we really not considering using anesthetics?"

Fan Xian said bitterly.

"Ma Fei San has a long-term slowing effect on the body. You are a warrior. You can kill whatever you want. A little difference will lead to a thousand miles away. This is for your own good."

Meng Jiang looked gloomy.

"Okay, okay..."

Fan Xian understood. In simple terms, anesthetics will have a toxic effect on the nerve center, causing the human body to become slow.

"Grandma, how did you learn this medical skill? Why is it so amazing? I have been learning poison and medicine with my teacher for many years, but I have never heard of your method."

Fan Xian was in great pain and could only chat with Meng Jiang to divert his attention.

"Who is your teacher?"

"The head of the Third Division of the Inspection Institute, Fei Jie!"

Fan Xian said proudly.

"That kid, he is quite capable! I just don't know how much you have learned?"

Kid?

Fan Xian looked strange, but this old lady was probably nearly a hundred years old, so it was reasonable to say that the teacher was a kid.

Fan Xian said modestly: "Not much, about 70% or 80%."

"You are self-aware, but you still need to practice."

"..."

Meng Jiang ignored Fan Xian's reaction and said to herself: "When I first came to Beijing, I had a match with your teacher."    "You also competed with your teacher, who won and who lost?"

Fan Xian became excited.

He had heard from Wang Qinian about Meng Jiang's deeds. She was superior to the Imperial Hospital and had extraordinary skills, but why did she compete with her teacher?

"Who do you think should win?"

Meng Jiang asked back.

Fan Xian smiled awkwardly: "You should win."

The teacher probably doesn't have the ability to reconnect the broken meridians.

"The little guy is quite clever."

Meng Jiang was happy: "Yes, your teacher is good, but he is still a little behind me."

It's more than a few points. Your skills are better than ten teachers.

Fan Xian's eyes were full of wonder.

Meng Jiang's skills were really mysterious. She cut his entire arm horizontally and then connected the meridians without creating a sterile environment in advance, but she didn't have to worry about bacterial invasion...

The surgical operations in the previous life were not as good as Meng Jiang!

When Fan Xian saw Meng Jiang cutting his arm, he was still worried about bacterial infection and told Meng Jiang to make some other preparations.

But Meng Jiang seemed to have expected it, saying that under her method, the mustard seed bug could not get into Fan Xian's body.

When Fan Xian heard this, he understood that this old lady was a real strange person.

Fan Xian came back to his senses and said, "Tell me about the process of your competition with the teacher."

"Okay."

Meng Jiang thought for a while and said, "Your teacher is also a man with ideas. Those mediocre doctors in the Imperial Hospital competed with me in medical skills, so he came to me privately to compete in poison skills."

Fan Xian was ashamed.

The only one who could call all the doctors in the Imperial Hospital mediocre was the one in front of him. Even his teacher was not so arrogant.

"He suggested that we poison each other's bodies. Whoever couldn't hold on first would lose."

Fan Xian couldn't help but nod. This was very much like the teacher's style.

"Ha, guess what happened in the end. The teacher didn't hold on for a moment and fell down!"

Meng Jiang laughed out loud.

"No way!"

Fan Xian was really surprised. The gap was so big.

The teacher makes poisons and adheres to the principle of testing them on himself. Over the past few decades, he has swallowed at least 800 kinds of poison, if not a thousand. He has a very strong resistance to poison.

Even when facing unknown poisons, he can fight against them, but he is so weak in front of Meng Jiang's poison.

Wang Qinian said that Meng Jiang broke out of Kyoto and poisoned all the city guards and the Inspection Institute. It seems that this is not an exaggeration.

"How can this be false?"

Meng Jiang laughed strangely. The Qi poison ability came from the master's supreme magical power.

According to the master, any medical skills in this world are useless against Qi poison. Only the strong physique brought by martial arts training can resist it.

"The old guy is still not convinced. He said that he respected me as an old man before and didn't use his full strength. He wanted to win two out of three games with me.

I followed his wish, but he still couldn't hold on for long. In the end, I detoxified him. His face turned red and he left with a wave of his sleeves."

Fan Xian could already imagine his teacher's angry look at that time.

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore, it's healed."

Meng Jiang covered half of Fan Xian's arm again, and the Qi flowed. With a touch of his big hand, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it was as good as new.

"Wow!"

Fan Xian was amazed again and again, and stood up, jumping up and down, and he circulated the domineering Qi again without any obstruction!

"I can help you heal other injuries, but don't be too happy too soon, you have to pay extra."

"It's my duty, it's my duty!"

Fan Xian patted his chest and promised.

Then the two went to the living room.

"Grandma, go slowly, I'll help you."

"Don't try to get close to me, this skill is not passed on!"

"It's okay, we are both doctors, you are my elder, it doesn't matter if I don't pass it on!"

Fan Xian laughed, his face was thicker than a city wall, and he was not embarrassed at all by having his thoughts exposed.