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Chapter 119 Wen Ting's Story

"Master, this of yours, this...." Wen Ting didn't know what this was called for a moment.

"Suture is useful for knife wounds." I said unhappily.

"Yes, yes, suturing is helpful to the army. Master, you taught me this. You are my master and the lucky star of our East Continent. I should kowtow to you." Wen Ting said seriously.

"Well, that's good, it's patriotic, give it a thumbs up."

"I, I'm just thinking about my father and brothers." Wen Ting said shyly.

"Our East Continent is like the southern part of the South Continent, which is all sea. But every time there is high tide, sea beasts come ashore to hurt people. My father and two brothers are guarding there and left me at home to study medicine. But every time I went there, I saw the wounds so deep that you could see the bones, and watched the injured people die in pain. I felt very uncomfortable. Later, my second sister wrote to me about the Miracle Doctor Sect in the South Continent, but when I rushed there, the Miracle Doctor Sect had been destroyed," Wen Ting narrated.

"Well, the Divine Doctor Sect was destroyed. I have dealt with them before. Although it was unpleasant, I could feel that they were quite powerful," I said.

"I inquired and found out that in the beginning, the elders from the Poison Doctor Peak and the Jade Sword Peak which inherited the immortal heritage suddenly turned violent and bloodthirsty. The Divine Doctor Sect went to help, and after the masters left, the elders of the Divine Doctor Sect also suddenly turned violent. The masters who left were surrounded and killed. Originally there was still a glimmer of hope, but some of the masters suddenly turned against them, and they were all killed in the end." Wen Ting said.

"Later, all the elders went to Yujian Peak. Originally, the people from the martial arts world gathered together to encircle and kill them, because those people could control the backs of people and send them to kill people. Just three days before the encirclement and killing, those people were all killed." Wen Ting gave me a strange look after he finished speaking.

"Whoever killed him was really powerful. All the martial arts masters were gathering together, but he killed Xiong directly. It's powerful. I have a new target now." I said.

"Hey, I don't know either. I heard, hey, hey, I heard it was the little devil." Wen Ting pouted. But in his heart he shouted, "It's you, it's you. If I hadn't seen you coming down from Yujian Peak that day, I'm afraid I would have been scared by your current appearance. I don't know which bastard suggested not to tell you who the little devil is."

When I heard it was the little devil, I understood and changed the subject, "You can learn from me, and then you can teach others."

I think this is nothing. But Wenting disagrees and insists on becoming a disciple. I finally understand why he wants to become a disciple.

The day after I became his disciple, this guy came up to me and asked me, "Master, if someone is injured and unconscious for a few years, can you save him?"

"We can only make a definitive conclusion after seeing the patient." Although I was interested, I still felt very uncomfortable without any patients.

"Master, my second sister lives in a place called Mo City near the border of the East Continent in the South Continent. Four years ago, my eldest sister's son Mo Yan was assassinated by the elders of the tribe and has been in a coma ever since. My second sister's husband and the remaining two children were ostracized by the tribe. They came here to live a year ago. I came here because of Mo Yan. I also ask Master to save him."

"I will stay here for a year. Bring him here for me to see. I can't say if I can cure him." I rolled my eyes. I was complaining in my heart. I said that I shouldn't accept random disciples. Leng Yan and Li Moxiao, who like to watch the show, insisted that I accept them. Vegetative patients are a problem in modern times. Is there any way I can cure them?

Wenting ran away happily, and I went to find the storyteller depressedly. This was an appointment, and I couldn't break it.

After passing through several dilapidated halls, they arrived at a complete hall where the little girl and the storyteller were waiting. There was a plaque with the words "Juxian Hall" hanging on the top of the hall.