Not only Ruoruo was shocked, but also Xiang Beichen from the city lord's mansion.

Although there was no result in Ye Changtian's intelligence investigation, it was obvious that Ye Changtian entered the Hermit Tower several times after entering Yongning Prefecture, and even Ruoru's personal maid Qingzhu personally invited him, which shows that he had a close relationship with Ruoruo.

And such a person actually opened a clinic in Weiye City in a grand manner, and it was also a clinic for the King of Hell!

Xiaoru was a little confused when he heard the news, and looked at Xiang Beichen and asked what to do.

Xiang Beichen frowned and said, "Let the people of the Huang family come into contact with him, explore his cultivation and background, and see whose disciple he is! Let's go out for a walk, too."

Smiling like a smile, he turned around and changed into a red dress, took Xiang Beichen's arm, and walked out of the city lord's mansion.

The King of Hell's Medical Center is neglected.

Ye Changtian just lay on the rattan chair behind the counter, humming an unknown tune.

"Who opened the clinic? Come out for me."

A well-dressed young master, holding a bird cage in his hand, followed by five servants, staggered into the clinic.

Ye Changtian yawned, sat up, glanced at the stool in front of the counter, and said, "If you are sick, please sit down."

"Bah! You are sick! Who allowed you to open a clinic? Do you know that this is my territory? Have you passed my permission? I will close you immediately, otherwise I will send you to jail!"

"Who are you?"

"Huang Silang, Huang, the Huang family in Weiye City!"

Ye Changtian stood up and walked towards Huang Silang, reached out and pinched Huang Silang's chin, patted Huang Silang's face, and exclaimed: "Oh my God, how did you live to this day? I'm suffering from a terminal illness and can survive to this age. It's a pity. It's a pity that I see that your life is over, and I'm afraid your life will not last long..."

"I!" Huang Silang pushed Ye Changtian away and shouted: "I won't die if you die! Come on, arrest me!"

The servant hurriedly grabbed Ye Changtian. Ye Changtian did not resist, but looked at Huang Silang and sighed: "What a pity, he died young..."

"What nonsense! Take it away and throw it out!"

Huang Silang shouted.

Ye Changtian was pushed to the door helplessly. Huang Silang was about to walk out of the threshold when suddenly the bird cage in his hand fell to the ground, his whole body trembled, his eyes widened, and lay down straight back.

"Young Master!"

Seeing this, the servants hurriedly went to see Huang Silang. Huang Silang widened his eyes, and blood slowly crawled out of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and couldn't say a word.

Ye Changtian leaned over and looked at Huang Silang, sighed, "I just said that he has been in a terminal illness for a long time, and it is a miracle to be able to survive until now. Today, he will probably be powerless to turn the world around the king of hell."

"You, you, poison me!"

Huang Silang said something.

Ye Changtian waved his hand quickly and denied, "I'm a doctor, and the doctor's parents are in love. How could he poison his children? Besides, I did nothing, everyone sees it, I'm innocent."

"save……"

Huang Silang was in pain more and more, as if he was about to breathe, his face turned pale.

"Call me quickly!"

The servant quickly took out a stone and smashed it to the ground. The stone was broken and a figure slowly emerged.

"I'll go, it popped out of the stone?"

Ye Changtian looked at this scene in surprise.

An old man in gray robe looked at Huang Silang lying on the ground, and quickly squatted down to check and take his pulse. He found no problems, no trauma, and no sign of poisoning. It really looked like a natural terminal illness.

"What's going on?!"

The old man in gray robe asked.

A servant pointed at Ye Changtian and shouted: "Young Master was fine, but after he came in, he was like this. It was him, he poisoned him!"

Ye Changtian spread his hands and said with a tragic mood: "Are you questioning my medical ethics? I am a famous doctor of the generation, regarding medical ethics as life, saving the world with countless good deeds, and was so wronged by you. Where is this heavenly principle and justice?"

Ye Changtian turned around and walked out the door and shouted to the onlookers: "Everyone, I have encountered such difficulties and slander when I opened my business on the first day. I think some people were deliberately making trouble and not wanting Tian to practice medicine here to save people. This is Weiye City. Such a great city can't accommodate a medical practitioner who cares about the people and wants to save the people. It's so sad, it's a pity!"

Huang Silang felt more and more uncomfortable. The man in gray robe quickly picked up Huang Silang, stared at Ye Changtian and said, "I see when can you make a quibble!"

After saying that, he disappeared. The servant beside him also stared at Ye Changtian hatefully and ran away angrily.

Ye Changtian walked aside, picked up the bird cage, looked at the parrot in the bird cage, and sighed: "This is how people keep their lives in the cage, but they don't know that it is not the only one who struggles to survive in the cage."

Ye Changtian opened the bird cage door, and the parrot jumped on Ye Changtian's shoulder and shouted: "Wealth and prosperity, Yigong Hall, the title and wealth, and life will last forever."

Live forever?

It's indeed a good parrot.

Ye Changtian kicked open the bird cage, saluted everyone, and shouted: "Hell King's Hospital, come in if you enter the Hell Hall with one foot, and don't come if you feel that you can survive."

Back at the counter, continue to take a nap, counting the time in my mind.

The old man in gray robe knelt in front of Xiang Beichen and begged to save his son's life, but Xiang Beichen had no choice but to do anything. Even Xiaoru, who was good at using poison, was helpless and said bitterly: "I have never seen this symptom, nor have I ever heard of such poison that it can easily cause a monk to survive the tribulation to fall."

"It must be an unknown poison."

Xiang Beichen sighed, and he saw every move of Huang Silang and Ye Changtian, but he never saw how Ye Changtian poisoned him.

"My child!"

The old man in gray robe held his hands tightly.

"Go and find him!"

Xiang Beichen sighed.

"Who are you looking for?"

"Whoever injects the poison will find to solve it."

Hearing Xiang Beichen's words, Gray Rou quickly gave a bow, picked up Huang Silang and flew to the King of Hell.

Xiang Beichen looked at Xiaoru and asked, "Is there any signs?"

Xiaoru shook his head and said, "No, this is probably the first time that this toxicity of this symptom has occurred."

Xiang Beichen flipped his wrist and took out the rusty sword. The word "Wuwen" on the sword was still very clear, and he said, "Wuwen Sword, legend is the sword of Wuwen Immortal, but Wuwen Immortal has been dead for more than 6,000 years. The ancient sword, unknown old man, and strange poison, is really surprising."

Ye Changtian was lying on the lounge chair and was thinking about whether to call Chuchu over and make trouble together, but he felt that it was inappropriate. What he wanted to do would be very disturbing. If he was not careful, he could only escape. At this time, it would be better to let Chuchu be chased and killed for a while.

"Save people!"

The old man in gray robe shouted, waking Ye Changtian up.

When someone wakes up, no one is happy, let alone Ye Changtian.

Sitting up, he looked at the old man in gray robe with a gloomy face, and then looked at Huang Silang, who had little breath and no breath on the ground, and said yawning, "He has signed and stamped the King of Hell, and can't come back anymore. Go home to do his funeral."

"Save people!"

The old man in gray robe suddenly grabbed Ye Changtian and shouted with red eyes.

Ye Changtian reached out and patted the old man in the gray robe in the hand and said, "He is your son, right?"

"yes!"

"That's over!"

"What?"

Ye Changtian looked at the old man and sighed: "You can do the funeral with him. After all, it is the disease you inherited from him. My son is lying here, and you probably won't live for a long time. It's only three or five days. If you stop for a moment, you can still do the funeral together, saving manpower, material resources and financial resources. It's better to bury a pit."

"Nonsense! I won't die if you die!"

The old man in gray robe shouted.

"Nah, Huang Silang became ill after saying this! You are really father and son..."

Ye Changtian looked at the old man with some tragic feeling.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "How can we save people?!"

Ye Changtian patted the old man's hand and pulled the old man out of the door, pointed to the couplet, and said, "Did you see it? If you can't read it, I can read it for you, especially the last four words, you have to see it clearly."

The old man in gray robe always had the illusion of "who has money comes to play", is this a clinic or somewhere?

Gray Rooster gritted her teeth and shouted: "How many fairy stones, I'll come out!"

Ye Changtian said, "Eighty million!"

The old man in gray robe shouted: "Eighty million low-grade fairy stones? You are so cruel!"

Ye Changtian shook his head slightly and said, "It's not an immortal-grade fairy spirit stone, but a top-grade fairy spirit stone."

"The best fairy stone? Are you robbing it?!"

The old man in gray robe suddenly became cold.

Ye Changtian shook his head again and said, "It's a medical practice to save people. How can it be said to be a robbery? If you don't want to treat it, just carry it out."

The old man in gray robe looked at Huang Silang lying on the ground, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Okay, heal!"

Ye Changtian stretched out his hand and said, "Pay the money."

The gray robe almost broke out and shouted, "Will my dignified Huang Xiu lie to you?"
To be continued...