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Everyone at the scene looked at Su Yang, and most of them had disdain in their eyes. In their opinion, this one is completely incomparable.

Just now, among so many people in the Holy Gate of Medicine, one of the most skilled doctors was selected, and it took an hour to propose a treatment for thirteen people.

Now that Su Yang is only one person, what kind of feat can he perform? Surpassing thirteen people, it is simply impossible.

You must know that all the people present are sects that cultivate medicine, and their medical skills are all perfect, and each of them can be called a miracle doctor.

The elite who jumped out of so many divine doctors, the strongest among these elites, must be the best person in Chinese medicine.

Su Yang is only one person, compared to so many medical cultivation sects, so there is no need to say?

"Gongye Sect Master, are we bullying him a bit?" A Sect Master standing behind Gongye Xuan laughed in a low voice: "These patients are suffering from extremely rare strange diseases. It's a waste of time to let him heal in a local man like this!"

"That can't be helped, this Master Su himself is famous for his medical skills. Since he can afford to blow this kind of bull, he should have expected such a day!" said the other.

"Hahaha, Li Kui is a ghost, just try it. Master Su, take out your skills in treating those patients in Pingnan Province, and let us open our eyes!"

"Hahaha......"

The crowd laughed and laughed. These miracle doctors present, compared to medical skills, they are really not afraid of anyone!

At this time, a family member of a patient next to him also said urgently: "Gongye Sect Master, all the divine doctors, can you not let him treat my father's illness." My father's condition was a bit serious, and he cured my father for a ......."

When these words came out, the other people also shouted one after another, and they were unwilling to let Su Yang help treat the disease. In their opinion, Su Yang is just a hairy boy, what disease can be cured, and if there is any accident, it will be troublesome.

Gong Yexuan explained with a smile: "Don't worry, just let him propose therapy." The heart of the doctor's parents, we have to be responsible for receiving the patient, how can we let him heal indiscriminately!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but their eyes were still distrustful when they looked at Su Yang.

Su Yang was calm, he stood with his hands in his hands, and said softly: "An hour is so long, seventeen patients, it's too little." ”

"The surname is Su, at this time, you are still bragging!" A sect master sneered: "Seventeen patients are still too few?

Su Yang ignored him, his eyes swept over the scene, and he said softly: "Otherwise, there are twenty-six patients here, and I will cure them all within half an hour, how about it?"

When these words came out, everyone suddenly burst into an uproar, this bull is blowing too much, right?

Gongyexuan was stunned for a moment, and then frowned: "The surname is Su, don't brag about such a big bull." You should first take a good look at the 17 patients we have selected, and then say, don't talk about 26 patients, is it interesting to engage in this kind of word game? You have 26 patients with a cold and fever, and they are cured, does that make sense?"

These words made everyone even more uproar, accusing Su Yang of being too shameless and wanting to deceive people in such a way.

"When I say twenty-six patients, I mean seventeen. Su Yang said calmly.

When a sentence came out, everyone suddenly stopped. Everyone looked at Su Yang in shock, this is too arrogant, right?

Gongye Xuan's face was cold, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Since you can blow it, then I will give you a chance." Okay, come on, I'll see how you can cure twenty-six patients in half an hour!"

Everyone else was also sneering, half an hour, twenty-six patients, which is equivalent to a little more than a minute for a patient.

What is the concept of this minute?

Let's put it this way, in a minute, I guess you haven't even finished asking about the symptoms, let alone proposing a cure? Su Yang, this bull, is indeed too big!

However, Su Yang was calm: "Since this is the case, then invite these twenty-six patients to come over." ”

Naturally, the seventeen patients immediately stood up, but where were the other nine patients?

"The other nine patients, where are you looking?" Gong Yexuan said coldly.

Su Yang casually pointed through the crowd and found eight patients. In the end, Wu Chuanyang's grandmother was also brought over, and twenty-six patients were gathered.

Twenty-six patients were placed in front of Su Yang, and these people had different conditions. Some people look terminally ill, while others are alive and well, and they don't look sick at all. Some people look like they're dead, some people are in good spirits, and it's very weird.

However, these 26 people are indeed sick, and they all went up to the mountain to seek medical treatment. It's just that these nine people were not selected in the end for various reasons, so they stayed below.

Now, Su Yang invited them all out, but except for Wu Chuanyang, the others didn't have much gratitude. Because, they don't believe in Su Yang's strength!

Su Yang didn't care about these people's opinions, he walked up to the first person, Wu Chuanyang's grandmother.

At this time, the people on the scene had already begun to whisper, especially the miracle doctors.

Looking at it, these miracle doctors are very superb in their medical skills. In many cases, just by looking at it, you can basically understand the patient's situation.

Seeing Wu Chuanyang's grandmother, many miracle doctors slowly shook their heads. This disease, let alone give them a minute, even if they are carefully studied here, they may not be able to develop a cure.

Of course, there were a few people who frowned, obviously thinking about therapy or something.

And just when everyone was silent, Su Yang made a move. With a shake of his left hand, three silver needles appeared in his hand at the same time, and then, with a flick of his hand, the three silver needles pierced into Wu Chuanyang's grandmother's head at the same time.

"Ahh

Su Yang followed a step forward, reached out and tapped the top of her head three times, and then slapped her on the forehead.

She immediately closed her mouth, and Su Yang also pulled out the three silver needles, took a step back, and said softly: "Okay!"

Everyone at the scene was in an uproar, Su Yang's operation, like flowing water, was very pleasing to the eye. But the question is, is it really cured?

Moreover, during the whole process, the iron arhat was still stuck in the palm of Su Yang's hand. In other words, Su Yang treated it with one hand, which is too hasty, right?

Wu Chuanyang's grandmother closed her mouth, her eyes were still a little confused, and she didn't react.

At this time, the others were in a commotion, and a man hurriedly said: "Gongye Sect Master, didn't you say that you only mentioned therapy? What is he doing here, he ...... Why did he start to heal? My father couldn't let him heal!"

"My grandfather can't let him cure either!"

"My eldest brother's illness, I can't let him see it!"

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