The king swallowed suddenly and said incredibly, "Can the miracle doctor or the sixth-grade alchemist be successful?"

He felt incredible that he had such medical skills at the age of twentieth crown. Now he actually had another identity as an alchemist, who was also a sixth-grade alchemist!

This is so possible?

"Your Majesty, the old minister was fortunate to see the teacher refining fifth-level elixirs. Since the teacher spoke, he would be sure."

Zuo Yun took a step forward and said respectfully.

Everyone was shocked.

Even the queen didn't feel a look of respect in her eyes.

A fifth-grade alchemist, whose identity is much more noble than that of the Martial Emperor.

Warriors usually need elixirs for their practice, but they still need elixirs after being injured in the enemy.

The special group of alchemists can respond to one call among warriors.

The higher the grade, the higher the status.

The fifth-grade alchemist is enough to summon a group of martial emperors.

After all, even Emperor Wu wants the fifth-grade alchemist to owe him a favor.

The king's face changed, he clasped his fists with his hands and said gratefully, "My doctor, I'm sorry."

Even as the lord of a country, his figure could not be lowered a little.

If Zhan Wuque could really refine the Born Skin Jade Bone Pill, even if he is not a sixth-grade alchemist, it would be quite different.

A sixth-grade alchemist is a person who even he should treat him with caution.

"People come here, get five million yuan stones"!

"Also, take that fifth-level demon fire"!

The king ordered loudly.

Soon, under the personal escort of the Dragon Guard, Yuan Shi and the Demon Fire were taken over and handed to Zhan Wuque by the Lord.

"I need to rest well in the past few days, so it's not advisable to walk around," Zhan Wuque gave some advice and then left.

The king stood up and sent it to the gate of the hall. Then he slowly turned around, put away his smile, and looked at the queen, "Now, should you give me an explanation?"

The queen's face turned pale in an instant.

Let’s talk about Zhan Wuque’s side.

At this time, he was walking out with great strides, following a large group of imperial doctors behind him.

These imperial doctors were all people in the hall just now, many of them were older imperial doctors.

At this moment, they were all excited and followed Zhan Wuque respectfully, like students who were about to listen to the teacher's teaching.

This scene happened to be seen by the civil and military officials waiting outside the hall, and their eyes widened.

"What's the situation? Didn't that kid go in to treat His Majesty? Why did he come out so soon?"

"What's wrong with those old imperial doctors? They usually have nostrils facing the sky, and no one looks down on them. Why are they all like good grandsons now?"

"I'm good, what's going on?"

Strange, so weird.

A group of old imperial doctors followed closely behind the boy, and their old faces were red with excitement.

"Miscellaneous Doctor, we just now have mediocre people who have collided with the Miscellaneous Doctor in the palace. I am here to apologize to you."

An old man with a white haired man, holding a crutch, was supported by someone. He came to Zhan Wuque's side and said ashamed, and acted like to kneel down.

Zhan Wuque stretched out his hand slightly, stopped him, shook his head and said softly,

"No need to be so."

Just now, everyone was just questioning and did not do anything excessive. They would not have been so petty, so that an old man kneeled in front of him in public.

"Teacher, this is the oldest imperial doctor in my imperial hospital, and I am half a teacher." Zuo Yun stepped forward and helped the old man up and said respectfully.

"It's a pity that I wasted hundreds of years and I was lucky enough to meet a miracle doctor today, which is a great blessing in life." The old man shed tears, "I have some things that I can't understand about the medical theory. I have been trapped for many years. I hope the miracle doctor can answer it. There are no regrets in this life."

"The miraculous doctor, my disciples are confused and have been trapped for more than 80 years. No one in the imperial hospital can explain it, so I hope it will be solved."

"The miracle doctor and my disciples are also confused. I hope the miracle doctor will answer the questions and I am grateful."

The old imperial doctors surrounded Zhan Wuque, circle after circle, with pious expressions, and many of them were already crying.

Seeing that most of the people were gray-haired, but they had such a desire for the Tao, Zhan Wuque was also moved and said, "Well, look for a place, I will publicly preach to resolve your confusion."

"I am here to thank all the people in the medical field to express my gratitude to the miracle doctors. I will never forget my great kindness."

The white-haired old man wiped away the turbid tears in the corners of his eyes and laughed happily.

Zuo Yunyi said thank you to Zhan Wuque in his heart.

Imperial Hospital.

Inner courtyard, a spacious courtyard.

At this time, the seats were already full.

A total of 108 imperial doctors gathered together.

"What's the matter with the dean suddenly recalled us?"

"I don't know, I seem to hear that the dean's teacher is coming to give us a lecture."

"It's true, my God, the dean's teacher, what a master, we have such an opportunity"!

Someone said in a lost voice, his face full of excitement.

"But, I heard that the dean's teacher was a 14 or 15-year-old boy."

"Nonsense, what kind of medical skills can a 14 or 15-year-old boy have? When I was studying medicine, he was not even born yet, so I deserve to teach me."

An old imperial doctor said bluntly.

This person is an extremely qualified imperial physician and has a great status in the inner courtyard. As soon as he spoke, no one else dared to interrupt.

"Xiao Wang, if you dare to say something bad about a miracle doctor, get out of the imperial hospital now"!

An old voice came from outside the courtyard, not loud, but the imperial doctor surnamed Wang sounded like thunder, which scared him so much that he immediately jumped off his seat.

A white-haired old man walked in with a crutch.

"Teacher, what kind of wind is going on today? Why did you always blow up?"

Doctor Wang smiled and hurriedly met him.

Although he is extremely qualified, he is nothing compared to the white-haired old man in front of him.

Speaking of which, the white-haired old man had the kindness of giving gifts when he was young, so he always regarded himself as a disciple.

What made him curious was that his teacher had not been to the Imperial Hospital for more than ten years. I heard that he had left the door because of the injury of the king of the country recently. Now he came to the Imperial Hospital. Is it because of that miracle doctor?

The white-haired old man just glared at him, then looked behind him, bowed and said, "My doctor, please sit down."

Doctor Wang then saw the young man behind the old man Bai Weng.

Beside the young man, the dean personally guided the way, and behind him was a group of imperial doctors with respect.

this?

What's going on?

Doctor Wang’s mind was blank.

When he realized it, the boy was already sitting in the high hall.

"Dear fellow practitioners, this is a war god doctor, and his medical skills are so ancient that I am fortunate to invite him to the Imperial Hospital today. Everyone can speak freely. If you have any medical doubts, you can raise them as long as you have any questions."

The white-haired old man said in a deep voice.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in front of each other.

What the hell? Forget it if the dean is crazy, why are so many people going crazy?
Chapter completed!