Chapter 397: Be a hacker for the leader of the Demon Cult 24
Chapter 397 Being a cheat for the leader of the Demon Cult 24
Mo Chen's eyes flashed across.
Yes, the woman is pregnant.
Thinking about it, he moved his eyes to the woman's belly. The slightly raised belly showed that the child was about three or four months old.
"I will cure you." There was a hint of seriousness in the cold and lazy voice.
The woman blinked, as if she breathed a sigh of relief, but in the end she couldn't hold on and passed out.
Mo Chen looked at the woman in a daze, maybe she didn't really ask herself to save her child, but just looking for a sustenance.
"Young Master Yuan? Can it be cured?" Master Li's tone was a little uneasy.
Mo Chen shook his head, then walked directly to the other side.
Master Li had a look of disappointment in his eyes, but he continued to follow Mo Chen as if he had resigned himself to his fate.
"Host? You can't cure this plague?" Are there any plagues in this world that the host can't cure?
"I didn't say it can't be cured." Mo Chen's tone was also calm when he used his spiritual sense to talk to Luo Luo.
"Then why did you shake your head just now?" Master Li seemed to be in despair. →_→
Mo Chen stretched out his hand and continued to feel the pulse of another patient.
Outwardly, they all seem to be similar.
This patient also has a lot of blood blisters on his body, as if scalded by boiling water.
The burst blood bubble was bloody, and it was too hideous to look at.
"What I just meant is that it is not yet certain, and the situation of other people needs to be determined."
Lolo "..." Well, I see.
Master Li looked at Mo Chen's expressionless face, his heart pounding, he really couldn't tell what this person looked like.
"Mr. Yuan? Can this be cured?" Lord Li said cautiously, the one just now couldn't be cured, so I don't know if this can be cured.
Being afraid that Mo Chen would shake his head again, and not quite believing that Mo Chen could cure him, his eyes and tone were really contradictory.
The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, "I'll look at the others." Saying this, he put down the patient's hand and continued to feel the pulse of the next patient.
Master Li's expression brightened when he heard the words, and he didn't say that he couldn't be cured, but could he still be cured?
Mo Chen checked the pulse of several people in succession, and found that their illnesses were all the same.
Compared to other people, the situation should not be worse, so I stopped.
Master Li saw Mo Chen stopped, and immediately stepped forward, "Young Master Yuan, do you already have a clue?"
Mo Chen nodded, then glanced at Master Li, "Do you have a pen and paper?"
First prescribe a prescription to alleviate their situation. As for the cure, I am afraid it will not be easy.
It is impossible to judge whether this plague is man-made, but there are still ways to alleviate it.
Master Li nodded when he heard the words, "But have you found a cure?"
Mo Chen's mouth twitched and he shook his head.
Disappointment flashed in Master Li's eyes, but he still led Mo Chen into a room.
There are medicinal materials and the Four Treasures of the Study inside.
Mo Chen walked to the table and began to write the prescription.
There were quite a few people in the room, and they all knew Mr. Li. Seeing Mr. Li leading Mo Chen in with a submissive expression, he couldn't help being curious.
After Mo Chen finished writing the prescription, he handed it to Master Li directly, "You let people make the medicine according to this prescription, and then give it to those patients."
Master Li took Fang Zi.
At this time, many people surrounded him.
"But is there a prescription to alleviate the epidemic?" A young man came over.
Mo Chen recognized that he was a disciple of Peach Blossom Valley, and he should be an effective subordinate of a Dharma protector.
"Hey, we haven't researched it for so long, and he is the only kid who can relieve it?" An old man with a beard said.
"Senior Brother Luo, how can you say that?" The young man disagreed.
"I just said, what can a child with a yellow mouth do?" The old man was obviously very impatient.
Mo Chen gave the old man a sideways look.
A disciple of Peach Blossom Valley?
squinted his eyes, "Oh? Sir, have any opinion on me?"
The old man snorted softly, the meaning was obvious.
The corner of Mo Chen's mouth curled up, where is the disciple of Peach Blossom Valley.
"Since this gentleman is not convinced, let's come up with the prescription." He said and looked at the old man indifferently.
The old man was terrified by Mo Chen, and then left with a cold snort.
Mo Chen didn't want to pay attention to him either, but turned to look at Master Li.
"The time is urgent, please send someone to do it quickly."
Master Li nodded when he heard the words, and said that he was going to take the pharmacy to ask someone to grab the medicine.
The young doctor saw this and said, "Can you show me the prescription? I can help too."
Master Li heard the words, solemnly gave the prescription to the young man, and then went out to call for someone.
Mo Chen paced around the room, thinking in his heart that there was no medicine he needed here.
There are actually some clues to cure the plague, but there are blind and precious medicines in the prescription, which need to be found in extremely cold places, and it is still unknown whether they can be found.
He secretly thought about who to send to find the medicine.
"Wonderful! Wonderful!" A voice of admiration came from the side, and it was known that it was from the young doctor without turning around.
"Little friend, did you write this prescription yourself?" There was a trace of excitement in the tone, and the hand holding the prescription trembled slightly.
The corners of Mo Chen's mouth twitched, do I need to be so excited?
He still nodded.
The young doctor's eyes flashed as expected, and then he admired it.
"My little friend's medical skills must be extremely superb, I'm ashamed of myself." Looking at Fang Zi, he sighed.
Mo Chen didn't know how to react.
Seeing this, Luo Luo immediately said, "Master, you should be more humble."
Mo Chen pursed his lips when he heard the words, what is modesty? He couldn't see Luo Luo's serious face, so he nodded.
But how to be humble?
Seeing the excited look on the young doctor's face, Mo Chen said calmly, "I only know a little bit."
Yue Fang, a young doctor, "..." Is this speaking in human terms?
With a clear cough, "Little friend is humble."
"Where." Mo Chen replied politely, and then secretly remembered how to be humble in his heart.
"I don't know your surname, where did you learn from?" The young doctor looked like he wanted to make friends with Mo Chen.
Mo Chen was stunned for a moment, and glanced at the clothes on the young man, "My surname is Yuan, Peach Blossom Valley." I didn't mean to say my name, after all, as long as I said my full name, I guess the young man would be able to guess his identity.
Yue Fang was taken aback, Peach Blossom Valley? I seem to be from the Peach Blossom Valley? !
So, are they from the same school?
Looking at Mo Chen, his gaze became even brighter.
Mo Chen "..." How fat is this young man?
Mo Chen's mouth twitched, "What's the matter?"
The young man nodded his head, "Coincidentally, I am also a disciple of Peach Blossom Valley. I don't know which Dharma protector my little friend is from?"
Mo Chen "..." Is this young man just a chatterbox?
"I'm not a disciple of any Dharma protector." Mo Chen lazily said.
Yue Fang was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, but he didn't pay much attention, "I'm a student of the Purple Guardian, and I'm here this time..." Barabara talked a lot.
For a moment, Mo Chen wanted to shut his mouth.
Sure enough, people are not judged by their appearances. The seemingly quiet and serious young man is actually a chatterbox.
Pity.
"Host, what are you sorry about?" Luo Luo felt the regret in Mo Chen's heart, and was a little puzzled.
"Oh, such a good young man, he went crazy at a young age." Could it be a pity.
lolo "..."
Secretly glanced at Yue Fang, who was smiling like a fat man weighing two hundred and fifty pounds, and silently propped his chin, "It's a pity."
(end of this chapter)