Could it be that Ye Lang has joined the Holy Church of Light?"
The Seventh Princess shook her head, thinking that this was an impossible thing. Not to mention that the Holy Church would not accept someone as disorderly as Ye Lang, even if the Holy Church agreed, Ye Lang would not be willing.
He just wants to be a prodigal son and will not join any faction. This has been his habit since he was a child!
However, the Seventh Princess immediately thought of one thing. Ye Lang seemed to be making money now. This seemed to have something to do with his desire as a prodigal son? Could it be that... " "Quiet down, come one by one, please line up, it will be your turn! ! "The Knight of Light roared, suppressing the noise.
"Well, don't be chaotic. Come one by one. You are all the same. You are not seriously ill, and you don't need this little time." Ye Lang also said, "You go and queue up first..." How about this, I will give you numbers, and whoever's number is your turn will go in.
Issuing numbers is a way of queuing and waiting for numbers. In addition to preventing others from cutting in line, it also allows those who are not able to get a number today to come back tomorrow without having to wait here in vain!
Ye Lang had actually tried this method before, but it didn't seem to work. He was still waiting outside. Fortunately, queue-jumping wasn't common on this continent, at least not at this moment. "Brother, why don't you let them wait inside?" Ye Lanyu asked curiously. Judging from the layout of Mihu Hall, it should be a large mansion, with room for many people. Why let these patients wait outside? "It's packed inside too, there's no room!" Ye Lang replied calmly.
Although the chance of contracting a rare and incurable disease is very low, if you consider the population of a continent, then even if the chance is low, there are still countless people who will be affected. It's unimaginable!
Ye Lang didn't have so many patients originally, and he even had some time to rest for a while before. But later, more and more people came, not only filling up the room, but also queuing outside.
Fortunately, some diseases can be classified together and treated in the same way. As long as someone can come up with a treatment method, then, perhaps terminal illnesses will become as simple as a cold.
Ye Lang had come up with these methods, and he did not hide them from anyone. He taught them everything he knew to the doctors in the Holy City. He also taught them some theories of traditional Chinese medicine, but they were only simple.
In fact, it was not that Ye Lang did not want to teach. It was just that they simply would not understand some theories. They already had deep-rooted inertial thinking about their own medical faction. Using alchemy would make it easier for them to accept.
Basically, in order to let them know how to treat, Ye Lang tried his best to use alchemy techniques. Of course, many times, even if Ye Lang used alchemy techniques, it was difficult for them to learn.
It’s simply because no one can be as proficient as Ye Lang in the use of the alchemy array to a level that is beyond the reach of anyone else. Their results will always be inferior to Ye Lang’s.
Fortunately, Ye Lang established a spirit gathering formation in this miracle zone, making the spiritual energy and magical elements here much stronger than other places. Treatment here will be more effective, allowing these doctors to treat those patients.
Because of this, the Miracle Zone has another meaning. It is not only to commemorate the birth of miracles, but also because it is the place where miracles are born. "There are so many people here, aren't you very busy?" Ye Lanyu grabbed Ye Lang's hand, looking heartbroken.
"It's okay, I'm not tired. Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I've been there before..." Haha..." Ye Lang smiled. He thought of his past life. He was a terminally ill patient. If he hadn't encountered the treasure house of martial arts, he would have died too, although he still died in the end.
Therefore, he could empathize with the feelings of someone with a terminal illness. He would never forget the despair and burden they felt. That's why he treated people this way! "What did you have before?" Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess asked curiously. Sick? He had never been sick since he was a child, and the lightning strike was the most serious.
"Nothing. Where is the patient you just mentioned? It can't be you guys, right? Women's disease? I know how to treat that, but it's not convenient!" Ye Lang said while looking at the three girls, changing the topic.
"Get lost!" The three girls blushed and shouted angrily, "Be careful or I'll tear your mouth apart. The patient I'm talking about is this old lady, and this is her son Chenpi!" "Chenpi?!" Ye Lang looked at Chenpi, "You should call yourself Chen Mei, because you're so dark!"
"..." "You still have time to talk about this at this time? Look at that person's mother. He has been carrying his mother to seek medical treatment for five years, but the cause of the disease has never been found." The Seventh Princess pinched Ye Lang and said unhappily. Her tone and actions were very much like a wife.
Well, a wife, not a girlfriend…”
Ye Lang went over to check on her, took her pulse, and said, "She's fine. Just a few smears of dog-skin plaster and a few days of rest will be fine." Dog-skin plaster. Chen Pi didn't know what a dog-skin plaster was. He just knew the miracle doctor said his mother was fine. Knowing that, he felt okay. Nothing else mattered to him. "Miraculous doctor, can you really cure my mother?" "You don't have to believe me, I don't mind! It's up to you whether you come in or not! Fatty, do you have any food? I haven't had your food in ages." Ye Lang waved his hand, then pulled Zhen Xiaoyan in, begging for food, his expression pitiful.
Seeing Ye Lang like this, people were a little confused. They couldn't imagine that the miracle doctor they respected in their hearts would have such a side, like a child..."
"Here you go, I knew you wanted to eat it! Wait, what did you just say you haven't eaten for a long time? Didn't I prepare a year's worth of food for you? Have you eaten it all?" Zhen Xiaoyan's voice came from inside. At this time, they were already in the Mihu Hall and disappeared through the door.
The people who stayed behind could only look at each other and then continue with their previous tasks. The only thing the Knights of Light needed to do was to have the gate repaired. "Woo woo..." Ye Lang took a few bites of the snack, and his words were murmured due to the snack filling his mouth.
"Finish your meal first. Eat slowly to avoid choking. Drink some juice!" Zhen Xiaoyan took out an exquisite little kettle, opened it carefully, and handed it to Ye Lang. It was filled with fresh juice that she had squeezed herself.
“Woo…” Zhen Xiaoyan had just finished speaking when Ye Lang began to choke. He snatched the small kettle and poured the juice inside into it.
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