The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 288 She Is Not the Virgin
If they remembered correctly, the man was bitten by a Breitling poisonous snake on his arm, and after being carried to the Divine Doctor Pavilion, he was personally diagnosed by Doctor Li, who needed to have his arm broken to save his life.

Now Feng Zhuo needs to be treated.

cure what?
Bring back that broken arm?

Even if Miss Zhuo is a well-deserved miracle doctor, she doesn't have such heaven-defying abilities, right?

Doctor Li actually made such a request, saying that he is shameless is just a compliment!
Hearing the ridicule around him, Miracle Doctor Li's old face was a little red, but his eyes were filled with darkness.

In the past, wherever he went, he was always greeted by people, and he had never been surrounded by so many people and mocked him.

Everything he endured now was given by Feng Zhuo.

If possible, he really wanted to smash Feng Zhuo's body into thousands of pieces on the spot.

"Isn't it just a broken arm? It's much easier to heal than beast spirits." Feng Zhuo's voice was very weak, but it miraculously fell into everyone's ears amidst the noise.

All the noisy voices disappeared at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

That immature little face was shrouded in the morning sun, and the fluff on the face was so white and transparent.

The slightly curved pink and thin lips, and the self-glowing light in the black eyes all attracted everyone's attention.

"You...what did you say?" Divine doctor Li couldn't believe his ears, "I said the cure is to regenerate his arm, not install a prosthesis or something."

"I can cure it!" Feng Zhuo replied.

Don't even think about it, she can even heal a withered beast spirit, let alone a broken arm.

The middle-aged man with the broken arm had an excited expression on his face, and he moved forward eagerly, "Genius doctor, as long as you can cure my arm, I will give you no matter how much the consultation fee is, as long as you can cure it." ..."

"Yes, I can cure it!" Feng Zhuo repeated with a faint smile, "But why should I cure you?"

Although she was blocked from sight by the screen, she still had ears.

This middle-aged man was the one who stood by Miracle Doctor Li and continued to slander her.

She's no saint!
Those who offend her will only die and never die again!

"You..." The middle-aged man obviously thought of the reason, he jumped up, pointed at Feng Zhuo's nose, and said: "If it can't be cured, it won't be cured, what excuses are you looking for? You still want to make Li Xiao's heart hurt with your medical skills." It is wishful thinking for the genius doctor to give up the position of Pavilion Master!"

After the man finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck. He turned his head subconsciously and met Nangong Yan's eyes.

Those eyes as deep as a cold pool made him tremble in fright.

He didn't dare to say another word, turned around and squeezed into the crowd, and ran away like crazy.

That back is like a bereaved dog, as embarrassing as it is.

Those who stood in the wrong line before, how dare they stay to seek medical treatment, and left as quickly as possible.

But if the monks can run away, they can't run away from the temple, and their families are destined to be wiped out.

Everyone's eyes fell on Miracle Doctor Li again, and those mixed eyes made Miracle Doctor Li jump up and run away almost uncontrollably.

However, if he just escaped like this, he would never have a chance to come back.

For his own future, for the future of the Miracle Doctor Pavilion, he firmly grasped the armrest of the chair, resisting the urge to run away, and said, "Feng Zhuo, I'm still waiting for you to show the miracle of rebirth with a broken arm!"

"Then you just have to wait!" Feng Zhuo curled his mouth, patted the hem of his skirt, got up and prepared to leave.

(End of this chapter)