Chapter 132: A Pointed Question
Ye Cheng even spent a considerable sum to invite numerous experts from major hospitals in Liuzhou to collectively review Su Chan’s diagnostic results.
This way, Su Chan could perform pulse diagnosis theatrically without worrying about practicing medicine without a license.
Since the final diagnosis was verified by specialists, Su Chan’s actual role was mainly a gimmick.
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Hearing the candidates Wang Yongji proposed, Li Hong's face turned green with frustration. He immediately sensed that this was a deliberate attempt to cause trouble. If Lin Guodong were assigned to the Ministry of Revenue, chaos would surely ensue.
A hundred days of diligent toil, wandering amidst the fragrant blossoms drunk with guests, until the falling snow of winter finally brings rest, withering vines quietly asleep.
“Why?” Zhuang lightly guessed this guy must have gone off to have fun; the sound clearly came from a karaoke bar. Compared to her own near-heartbroken and unemployed state, Sang Yurou’s remedy seemed excessively harsh.
Qiqi nodded in agreement; she loved this saying too. There are many fated encounters in life, and the fact that they could sit here together was itself a blessing.
Qin Dong smiled as he spoke, about to leave, but his body moved while his eyes remained fixed in place.
“Your master and parents have already been swept away,” Gong Shaoqing said coldly, his gaze sharply passing over Bai Susu, who was not far from Ye Zihan.
She understood well that to better control beasts, one must foster good relations with animals, not merely torment them. So when not conducting research, they treated animals kindly.
Fortunately, the system had allotted him a month to complete his task. Within that time, with the system’s help, he had a real chance. As long as he earned enough merit points to acquire powerful martial arts and other resources, he might stand a chance against the Black Lord.
All along, Long Yu indulged in fantasies about what he could do with a wealth of plan points. Well, it seemed for now, the only option was to level up.
Xiahou Wei, styled Jiquan, was from Qiao County in Peiguo, the fourth son of General Xiahou Yuan, and younger brother of Xiahou Ba. Though closely related to both Cao Pi and Cao Zhi, Xiahou Wei aligned with Cao Zhi’s faction due to his father’s preference, hence he accompanied Cao Zhi on the campaign.
At the heart of the Corpse King Formation, a massive coffin suddenly surged rapidly from the earth. Simultaneously, a terrifying aura swept over like a tidal wave. Centered on the coffin, the dreadful force whipped up a mighty whirlwind, raising a vast ring of dust.
“I shouldn’t have expected anything from her!” Empress Dowager Wei slumped back, nestling against the table, frowning with eyes closed, unable to quell her anger.
Lin Hao naturally understood. He did not demand any promise or benefit from Si Yun; all he wished to see was Zhang Deshuai happy, with his family reunited once more.
He knew the reincarnation of the Dragon Emperor would be extraordinarily powerful, never once faltering, always pressing forward.
Since he was dealing with a wealthy patron, the strategy between seller and the strongman needed adjustment.
“Your Majesty, what’s troubling you today? You look so worried,” Yan anxiously circled him, troubled by his listless demeanor.
When this question was voiced, an ominous feeling suddenly crept into his heart, growing stronger by the moment.
The man’s gaze was cold and sharp, as if watching a fight that did not concern him. With arms crossed and lips curled in disdain, he looked down on Ye Hailan, who was surrounded by five unruly children.
The private doctor had prescribed medication and administered IVs, but the patient remained unconscious for four days. Neil, though patient, could no longer sit still, pacing anxiously around the bedside all day without eating.
The power of the eight heavenly tribulations surged into Wu Kuang’s body, suppressing everything within. Every pore trembled as he underwent a profound transformation.