The medical concubine, she drove a battleship and took the prince to enjoy the galaxy

Chapter 17 Can't Restore Formula 1 (Good afternoon
In front of his servants, Shopkeeper Lu didn't speak clearly, but Xia Yan and Bai Lao understood what he meant.

This time Xia Yan was injured too badly, lost a lot of blood, and was seriously deficient in Qi and blood. If he didn't make up for it, it would take him a lifetime to get the root of the disease.

After the servants left, shopkeeper Lu personally served Xia Yan with soup and vegetables, and whispered, "I hope my master recovers as soon as possible."

"Okay, my body is not so bad that I need you to serve me."

Xia Yan glanced at him, and motioned for the man in black to help him get up from the small couch, "The king can come by himself."

"Yes, yes, sir, you are the most powerful in the world, and the damage this injury will do to you is only temporary."

Shopkeeper Lu smiled flatteringly, and carefully placed the bowl by his hand, "You take it first, the medicine has been boiled and warmed on the small stove, and you can drink it anytime."

"Crap."

Xia Yan spit out the two words without raising her head, and lowered her head to take a sip of chicken soup.

There are some good wild ginseng in the soup, and it was stewed early in the morning, and the fire tastes good.

He also knew that his subordinates were hardworking enough.

But he didn't say anything, he only used actions to show that he was satisfied.

After the meal, he drank the medicine again, and lay back on the small couch with the help of the guards.

"I'll check the pulse for Grandpa."

Bai Lao got up and came to the small couch, and stretched out his hand to signal Xia Yan to extend his hand.

"This king feels that his spirit is not bad, and he is not so weak anymore."

When Xia Yan stretched out her hand, she casually mentioned, "Bai Lao thinks what kind of medicine is used on my body, and the effect is not so good."

"This, the old man said yesterday, he has never smelled such a medicinal smell."

Bai Lao was a little embarrassed, "I don't know how that holy hand refined it, and what medicinal materials were added in it."

"It would be great if I could see the gentleman who saved you."

Xia Yan: "..." You saw it, but unfortunately you didn't know it.

Of course he didn't say that.

Up to now, he still doesn't know what his own psychology is, and he doesn't want anyone other than himself to know who saved him.

Even sending someone to investigate the situation with Hua Yaoyao did not let these two know.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mr. Bai also knew that this master didn't want to talk about it, so he squinted his eyes and took his pulse seriously.

"Old Bai, how are you doing?"

After a while, seeing that Bai Lao had carefully examined the pulse and withdrew his hand, shopkeeper Lu couldn't wait to ask, "Is your injury all right?"

"I can only say that the old man really met a nobleman this time."

Bai Lao didn't say the result directly, "If the old man faced the situation of the master at that time, he wouldn't be half sure..."

I'm not sure that I can pull him back from the gate of hell.

It's just that it's not appropriate to say the latter words in front of a prince, so I didn't say them.

But everyone present could understand.

"Especially the way the other party sews up the wound is something I have never heard of or seen before."

"Even if it's just to observe how the wound is treated by the Lord, the old man has opened his eyes and understood that some problems can be solved from a different angle."

"Bai Lao means..."

Xia Yan narrowed her eyes and looked over, "The person who saved this king yesterday is far more skilled than you, the heir of the ghost doctor?"

If this is the case, why is the life of the other party so difficult?
From the other party's clothes, it can be seen that she is now so destitute that she can only go up the mountain to take risks.

This……

is it possible?
Or is there something else?

"Hard to say."

Bai Lao smiled modestly, "Although I am a disciple of the old master, what I have learned is only a glimpse of the master's ability, and I dare not call it the master's successor."

"The medicine used by this king, Bai Lao can't develop it?"

(End of this chapter)