Chapter 1128

Yue Zhuoqun looked embarrassed and coughed twice: "this heavenly elixir, don't gamble. Master ye, although you have been inherited by the master naive, you don't need to be so extravagant."

Zen master Zhikong's voice was half lowered, and he tried to resist his anger: "Amitabha, Lord Ye really can bet. Tianlingdan is priceless. Do you think tianlingdan is produced in this temple?"

Chongxu Taoist priest forced Yan to laugh and said: "master ye, it's just a competition. There's no need to be spirited. There's no need."

Ye Feng looked at Yue Zhuoqun with disdain. They were just about to say a few words. At this moment, suddenly, a position was shaking, and even the canopy was shaking.

Something happened in the array. Everyone looked nervously at the direction of the five element enchanting array.

Soon, on the screen of the electronic monitor, a red light was on, and a beep alarm was heard. Someone pressed the positioning alarm and withdrew from the competition.

Elder Lu quickly found the location of the trigger alarm: "it is 580 meters away from the eastern earthquake palace. The disciples of Taiyi gate go to rescue."

Two unmanned aerial vehicles (UAVs) soared into the five element psychedelic array with rapidly rotating propellers.

Soon, the UAV was drowned in the fog like waves, and could only see the faint red light emitted by the fuselage, and soon the red light spots could not be seen.

The location of Dongfang Zhengong is where the disciples of Xuankong Temple enter the five element enchanting array.

Zen master Zhikong's face changed slightly, and he fiddled with the big bead on his chest: "Amitabha, Dongfang Zhengong, it's our disciples of Xuankong Temple who touched the mechanism. Buddha bless you."

Yue Zhuoqun's face appeared a wisp of schadenfreude smile: "I also said which school of disciples, will be the first to withdraw from the five element enchanting array, it turns out that you Xuankong Temple took the lead."

Before long, several disciples of Taiyi sect carried out a disciple of Xuankong Temple wearing a yellow robe on a stretcher. His robe had been dyed red with blood, and his leg was bloody. A piece of white bone poked out from the middle, causing continuous blood flow and serious injury.

The monk's face is like gold paper, his eyes are half open and half closed, and he has fallen into a semi coma.

Looking at the miserable situation of the monk's injury, Jiang Yixue turns her head and doesn't dare to look.

Seeing that his disciple was injured, Zen master Zhikong reluctantly declared his Buddhist name: "Amitabha, sin, sin, it turns out to be Yunxin's disciple. How could he be so hurt?"

With concerted efforts, they carried Yunxin monk to the medical tent and carefully placed him face up on a simple stainless steel workbench to prevent shaking his body and avoid secondary injury.

Yue Zhuoqun disapprovingly said to Zen master Zhikong: "master, don't worry. Zhao Yizhi is a famous surgeon in China and the chief pharmacist of taiyimen. With him, your disciple's life can be saved."

Respected by the patriarch, Zhao Yizhi, a middle-aged doctor, has a proud look on his face.

He took a blank look at the monk Yunxin who was lying on the working table, and walked slowly.

"He's just a leg fracture. He's losing too much blood. As long as he stops bleeding, he can set the bone."

Zhao Yizhi's voice was low and bright, and his tone was beyond doubt. He stretched out the slender index finger of his right hand and went to the Xuehai acupoint on the wounded Yunxin monk's thigh. He wanted to point the acupoint to stop bleeding.

Ye Feng also took a lively look at the past, looking at the blood drenched leg, Zhao Yizhi's judgment is right, hemostasis is is a necessary treatment.

He didn't like the monks in Xuankong Temple. He didn't want to be fussy. However, he felt that his heart strings moved, and his eye of thought in the middle of his eyebrows had made a very detailed insight into every injury of monk Yunxin.

His mind has been cultivated to the highest level of human medicine, and he is moving towards the realm of geo medicine.

He was surprised to see Tongling. There was a black line in the back of the moving monk's brain. In the cerebral blood vessels, there was a fatal blockage. As long as there was a little abnormal movement, the blood vessel would burst.

One of the most critical elements in the improvement of medical skills in the mind meridian of medical God is not only to have medical skills, but also to have medical ethics and benevolence of doctors to save the dying and heal the wounded.

Although he doesn't like the monks in Xuankong Temple, Ye Feng doesn't want to see the monk Yunxin die.

When Zhao Yizhi's finger wants to touch the cloud heart, Ye Feng's finger gently pinches Zhao Yizhi's wrist.

"Wait a minute. You can't stop the bleeding for him. He has a blood clot in his brain. When you point down, the blood on his legs stops, but the blood vessels in his brain burst. It's too late to save."

Caught by Ye Feng's wrist, Zhao Yizhi was stunned for a moment, then angrily rushed to the brain: "Ye Feng, don't be arrogant. I've been a doctor for more than 20 years. Can't I see such a simple injury? You are just a student of Tongren Medical University. What qualifications do you have to teach me? "

Zhao Yizhi's wrist jerks, trying to shake off Ye Feng's fingers, but he feels that Ye Feng's fingers are like tongs, which can't be thrown away at all.

"Do you know me?"

See Zhao a finger so big anger, say his name, leaf Feng doubts to ask a way.

Ye Feng does not know Zhao Yizhi, but Zhao Yizhi knows Ye Feng."Of course I know you. You are Ye Feng, the famous doctor of Chinese medicine. Who doesn't know you?"

Since his days, there are many positive and negative reports from the media.

He has developed the light of traditional Chinese medicine. Four schools have united to compete. One person beats one country, which brings shame to the whole Korean medicine and makes the world of Chinese medicine famous. He has become the God of medicine in the field of traditional Chinese medicine.

No one knows him, whether he is a medical student or an octogenarian doctor of traditional Chinese medicine.

There are countless people who worship him, thank him, and some people envy him, hate him, hate him and take away his own limelight. Zhao Yizhi is one of those who hate others.

Zhao Yizhi has his own pharmaceutical company, hospital and drugstore, which is also famous in China. However, since people know Ye Feng, they are scrambling to buy the drugs developed by Tianyuan Group. They all know that the curative effect of Tianyuan Group is particularly good.

Zhao Yizhi's pharmacy, the hospital turnover has been a great impact, whenever he saw the network or media reports on Ye Feng, he clenched his fist tightly: "this boy also occupied the whole page, a guy relying on deception, I don't believe he has any real skills."

Today, he saw Ye Feng for the first time, but his jealousy in his heart was as deep as he had hidden for a lifetime.

Zhao Yizhi was more angry because he didn't shake off Ye Feng's fingers. His internal power turned sharply, and his whole body seemed to expand. His wrist expanded in a circle, and a faint light came out. A huge force was about to break out.

But Ye Feng sneers and tightens his fingers, a force of internal force drill into Zhao Yizhi's wrist.

Just now, he was ambitious to compete with Ye Feng. He wanted to use his internal force to shake Ye Feng's fingers open. Zhao Yizhi's wrist was about to stretch and puff, but he felt a cold breath drilling into his pulse, and his whole body felt as painful as a needle.