C25 The Origin of evil doctor (1)

Third level of the Way of Medicine, White Robed Realm.

Martial Uncle Liu said that Li Yan was still in the White Cloth Realm. Because he was too restricted to his acupuncture techniques, it prevented him from continuing to advance.

"Martial Uncle, you mean, you want me to study medicine and surgery? That way, you can continue to level up the medical skill? " Li Yan was completely stunned by the Martial Uncle Liu, when would he be able to reach the so-called realm of the brocade and the Medical Elder?

Isn't it just Five Stages of Medicine? I can definitely reach that level and become a legend!

Li Yan's heart was filled with heroic spirit, his mood extremely high, and he wished that he could immediately become an awesome medical expert or something like that.

"Child, your talent is extraordinary and you have a lot of potential. As long as you continue to work hard in the later stages, it's possible for you to reach a brocade or even higher realm!" Martial Uncle Liu was shocked, and Li Yan almost got scared to death.

After living blindly with the Martial Uncle Liu for the entire day, he did not talk about Zhao Fugui's matter at all. Since the Martial Uncle Liu and him were from the same sect, the following matters were easy to handle. No matter how awesome you are, you can refuse to give me money, but you can't not give the Infinitesimal view face.

"Alright Martial Uncle, I will continue to work hard." Li Yan's eyes were sincere, this was his usual attitude towards people. After the two of them conversed for a short while, Martial Uncle Liu's trust towards Li Yan deepened.

"Kid, close the door." The Martial Uncle Liu suddenly said something, and asked Li Yan to close the doors to the Main Hall. Why would they close their doors in the middle of the day, it was obvious that there was no money in the world, their Junior Master normally did not even close the doors to eat fast food on the streets, yet today he surprisingly closed them instead.

Li Yan hesitated for a moment, he thought that this old man could not do anything to him, if he wanted to touch him, he would have already done so. He did not dawdle for too long, and without much consideration, Li Yan decided to listen to his Junior Master's arrangements, and closed the door.

"Squeak."

Martial Uncle's house was a large wooden door that had a long history. When it was opened, it would emit a strange sound. Coupled with the fact that the atmosphere here was extremely dense, it could not help but give off a terrifying atmosphere.

"Kid, follow me in." Martial Uncle Liu said as he walked into the house, leaving behind evil eyes. Li Yan's heart became even more flustered.

"Martial Uncle Liu, I don't want to be the foundation, Chenqie can't do it." Li Yan muttered in his heart, and when he thought of this, he began to feel apprehensive.

Upon entering the room, two big windows were erected in front of him. The room wasn't big, and there was a huge wall carved with a giant Yin Yang Octavo Diagram, a clear fragrance wafted into the nose, giving people a peaceful and quiet feeling. The huge bed was right in front of them, and a pale woman was lying on it!

Li Yan was so frightened that his heart started to tremble. Under the enveloping of this strange atmosphere, there was actually a "corpse"? Could it be that the Martial Uncle Liu was raising a little kid? Countless strange ideas popped out from Li Yan's brain.

A big blanket was covering the woman's body. Her face was pale and expressionless, with a frail body and prominent cheekbones. Her face was completely devoid of any light.

He looked around the whole room and saw cups, towels, various daily necessities and toiletries neatly placed there. With a single glance, he could tell that the Martial Uncle Liu was very considerate and did not want to look like a country bumpkin just because he liked to wear black underpants.

"Martial Uncle Liu, this is ?" Li Yan's face was stiff. Looking outside, the door was tightly locked, and the atmosphere was heavy, causing people to feel uneasy.

"Kid, this is your mistress, my wife." The woman lying on the bed was the mistress. Judging from the woman's appearance and physique, the Martial Uncle Liu must have spent a lot of effort to maintain this family.

"What, Mistress?" I called her pale and bloodless. Could it be already? " The weak breathing of the woman was quick and decisive, as though she was about to die.

"What nonsense are you spouting, your mistress is only in a coma. Ten years ago, there was a car accident and I was slightly injured, but I quickly recovered. It's just that your mistress has become a vegetable." Martial Uncle Liu said as his eyes became teary, he used his hands to wipe his eyes.

So that's how it was, when he entered the room, he almost scared Li Yan to death, and the strong smell of herbs surrounded the room.