The master of cultivating immortals became a god after regaining her luck.

Chapter 24 Mr. Rong’s choice
When Rong Qian'an saw the person being led in by Rong Zhen, he paused for a moment, then asked with a smile.

"Miss Yan, at such a young age, you are not just a descendant of several generations of ancient medicine?"

Yan Qiao lowered his eyes slightly and said, "The sect I learned from has long since lost its reputation in the ancient medical world, so it cannot be regarded as a successor in the ancient medical world."

"Miss Yan knows these two people beside you? They are also from the ancient medical field."

"..."

Hearing this, Yan Qiao raised his eyes and met Rong Qianan's gaze.

Although there was a smile on Rong Qian'an's face, his eyes were full of oppression.

He was warning himself because she was pretending to be someone from the ancient medical field.

Yan Qiao understood.

"I wonder if this lady studied under the Baili family, the Ye family or the Shennong family?"

Bailifeng looked at Yan Qiao with bright irony in his eyes.

"neither."

There was no trace of panic on Yan Qiao's face, and she only shook her head when she heard this.

"Actually, no matter where he studied, Mr. Rong only wants one result, doesn't he?"

Yan Qiao turned her head to look at Rong Qian'an, her eyes were light and there was no panic.

"Since you have worked so hard to come here, then try it."

Rong Qian'an spoke, but the others didn't say anything more.

It's just that Baili Feng still stared at her with an expression of resentment.

"..."

Seeing his appearance, Yan Qiao couldn't bear to look at him and turned his head.

This inheritor of the ancient medical world looks like he doesn't have much brains.

Can you really learn medicine like this?
Yan Qiao was a little suspicious.

"Miss Yan, come here." Soon, Rongzhen came over to call Yan Qiao.

Out of suspicion of Yan Qiao, Rong Qian'an planned to let her take his pulse alone first.

After Yan Qiao entered the room, Rong Qian'an's first sentence was.

"You have a lot of courage."

"Who told you to have what I want in your hands?" Yan Qiao smiled faintly.

"what do you want?"

The two of them were chatting about everyday things without any sense of disobedience, which made Rong Zhen look a little confused.

"That 200-year-old wild ginseng."

Yan Qiao put her hand on Rong Qian'an's wrist as she spoke, and a very faint spiritual energy enveloped her hand.

Rong Qian'an glanced at her outstretched hand as if feeling something, and then quickly looked away.

"That wild ginseng is very expensive."

"I know, so I can help you treat your illness, and the reward is that wild ginseng."

While speaking, Yan Qiao had silently retracted his hand.

Rong Qian'an was an ancient warrior, and she did not dare to let spiritual power enter his body rashly.

She was afraid that if she was not careful, the internal force in his body would backfire, which would be counterproductive.

Rong Qian'an also retracted his hand, and Rong Zhen on the side quickly stepped forward to perform disinfection.

"The peak period of illness is from midnight to [-] a.m. I just had surgery a month ago, but it didn't have much effect. Instead, the pain worsened every day, and now it has spread to my left shoulder and abdomen."

"You also smoke, which worsens the shadows in your lungs and shows signs of being blocked."

"So why don't you go out in the middle of the night?"

Yan Qiao raised her eyes and faced Rong Qianan squarely.

Rong Qianan suddenly felt that this look was very familiar.

"You're that girl that night."

When Rong Qian'an said this, Rong Zhen instantly remembered where he had met Yan Qiao.

It was her.

Yan Qiao was not surprised or surprised that Rong Qian'an recognized him.

She just nodded lightly and said, "Are everything I said correct?"

"right……"

But so right!

He even estimated the time it would take for his surgery.

Rong Zhen thought this was incredible.

Yan Qiao looked at Rong Qian'an and said, "Let them take a pulse again."

"Okay." Rong Qian'an glanced at Yan Qiao, his slightly cloudy eyes were full of dark colors.

She is so calm.

She was so calm that people subconsciously ignored her age.

Soon, Baili Feng and others also took Wanmai out of the room.

Baili Feng saw Yan Qiao still sitting there.

He immediately snorted coldly and turned his face away, not looking at her.

Yan Qiao glanced at him and looked away lightly.

She doesn't care about a fifteen or sixteen year old brat.

"Miss Yan, I just listened to their treatment plan and would like to hear your thoughts again." Rong Qian'an said with a smile.

Yan Qiao didn't care whether he asked himself or others first.

"This is mainly due to improper control of the internal force, which has been destroying the tendons in the body... so you only need to change the technique."

Baili Feng rolled his eyes and said angrily:

"Haha, what you said is quite easy. If the technique can be changed at will, it will be your turn to say it."

In response to Baili Feng's ridicule, Yan Qiao didn't even look at him.

She continued: "I can refine a elixir to repair the injuries in your body first, and then practice other exercises."

"And I can also provide this exercise."

Yan Qiao raised her eyes and met Rong Qian'an's eyes.

"Of course, if Mr. Rong doesn't believe me..."

The words are not finished, but the meaning has been reached.

Rong Qian'an fell into silence, and Yan Qiao's confident look really made people want to believe her.

However, this is also related to his life, and there is no room for carelessness.

There is only one 200-year-old wild ginseng in his hand that can barely arouse the interest of these ancient medical heirs.

And Yan Qiao also came for this.

"Mr. Rong, think about it first. If you think about it, you can call me. I'll take my leave now."

Yan Qiao smiled faintly, and said to leave first.

If this one doesn't work, there's another one.

There is always someone with a good eye.

"Rongzhen, go see Miss Yan off." Rong Qian'an nodded slightly towards Rongzhen.

"Then let's say goodbye first, Mr. Rong, please think about it."

Ye Qingjun took Baili Feng and was about to leave.

Outside the gate of the military area, Ye Qingjun took the lead in calling Yan Qiao.

"Do you know Ye Qingyue?"

When Yan Qiao passed by him, he smelled a familiar scent of medicine.

"so what?"

Yan Qiao paused, looked back at Ye Qingjun and asked calmly.

"Maybe I can cure your mother's illness."

"But you have to give up this opportunity." Ye Qingjun looked into Yan Qiao's eyes and said.

"Wash up and go to bed."

Yan Qiao waved to him, turned around and left.

"Senior Brother Ye, why do you say that? Isn't this admitting that you are not as good as her?"

Baili Feng rolled her eyes at Yan Qiao's back and muttered.

"Are you so unsure of your medical skills that you feel this way?"

"It seems that I have to talk to Master Baili and ask him to give you some homework."

Ye Qingjun glanced at him lightly and said.

"Farewell Senior Brother Ye, you know that I hate doing homework the most..."

Hearing this, Baili Feng suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

Yan Qiao went straight back to Yunwu Mountain. The top of the mountain was shrouded in clouds and mist, and it was still an undeveloped part.

The aura here is also the richest.

Her inhalation and exhalation all merged with the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.

For a moment, I couldn't tell which one was her and which one was the real cloud.

(End of this chapter)