"The Art of Change! Silver Blade!"

As Uncle and Nephew Qiu expected, some people recognized that Honeysuckle used the face change technique and the tool she used.

Although it has been a long time, it has been circulated in the medical world.

As soon as these words were released, many people also remembered, or heard of them, or saw them in some miscellaneous books. The art of changing faces was a unique skill created by a master in the medical field. It can be used to change faces with a set of silver blades.

However, this technique has been lost for a long time and has been passed down to this day. Many people have listened to it as anecdotes and thought it might have been fabricated.

In this world, how can a person's face be changed?

But at this moment, they saw it as a truth. Although they only saw a rough one, the man's face was obviously different from the beginning.

Did she use the long-lost face change technique?

Until the honeysuckle was finished, everyone was still unresponsive. The action just now was dazzled, as if one person was doing two people's things.

Although a pile of bloody cotton yarn was thrown on the ground, as if a lot of blood was leaking, the man obviously woke up.

What medicine did she use? Can it make people sleep when applied to her face? And she grasped the time so accurately.

Honeysuckle packed up the medicine box and helped the man get up. Although the other party reacted a little slow, everything seemed normal.

"My face..." The man raised his hand and touched his face.

Honeysuckle hurriedly grabbed the other person's hand, "Your face will be fine in a few days. You can't touch it now. It will hurt a little in the past two days. I'll prescribe some medicine for you. In another two days, it will still be a little itchy..."

"Really?!" asked in a while.

Honeysuckle nodded repeatedly. The old man had already left the seat. Uncle Yun hurriedly stepped forward to support the man.

"Big girl, you!" The old man looked at the honeysuckle and seemed to have thousands of words.

"Grandfather, let me tell you when I go home."

After comforting the word of Ninjae, he turned around and returned to the display stand and bowed to everyone, "Everyone, we all know that my Wei family is good at treating external injuries. The one who just showed it was the art of changing faces. Speaking of the art of changing faces, some colleagues and seniors may have heard of it. This technique was passed down from the Anonymous Man of the Lin Xianke. This master was rescued by the ancestors of the Wei family because of his injury. In order to thank him for saving his life, he passed on his unique art of changing faces and gave me the set of tools I just used. After being passed down by several generations of the Wei family, the art of changing faces has been passed down from the generation of Ninjae. It has been improved a lot. This is the origin of the art of changing faces in the Wei family."

The old man listened to the words of Honeysuckle in a daze, as if he suddenly understood her intention.

Every man is guilty of being guilty of being a treasure. Those people secretly plotted against the Wei family for this purpose, but now she made it public and let everyone know that the Wei family will change their beauty skills, which makes it difficult for those who secretly make up their minds.

However, this can be regarded as the secret of the Wei family, she is like this...

Also, what was the improvement that my granddaughter mentioned? How did she improve? When did she learn this art of changing face? It took her only a few days to give it to her.

The old man was confused and full of questions at the moment.

After saying that, Honeysuckle gave another tribute, she retired. Her evaluation exam was completed. How about the Wei family’s medical skills? No matter what the Wei family said, everyone was watching. This medical arts world should have a place in the Wei family from now on.

Today, she is also one of the purposes of participating in the qualification examination. Instead of secretly thinking about it, it is better to put it out and let everyone see it. If they get that set of tools, can they use it?

In fact, there is another saying that she didn't say, although this set of tools is called "Fashion Art", but... In fact, coroner's dissecting is the best use of things, and only after using it can I know its mystery! She didn't say that it was not hidden, but because she was afraid that it would scare people when she said it. After all, coroner's business deals with dead people, many people are still very taboo.

After the honeysuckle display, the audience was shocked and shocked.

It was really cutting the blade on someone's face, but she didn't blink.

"Princess."

The two girls beside Princess Yuanlan looked as if they were ashen. They didn't know what medical skills were like, but the woman was so scary.

Yuanlan also secretly swallowed her saliva. Just like this, can Prince Yu like it? Not to mention Prince Yu, even a man was scared away.

Not to be afraid, not to be afraid, a bastard, who is the bastard who is blindly spreading the prince and this woman.

Not to mention Princess Yuanlan, even Murong Xiyue was quite frightened, but he thought more deeply and farther. Wei Rendong has such skills and is a talented person. If he can be taken back to his post, he will definitely be able to use his skills.

Now he is very likely to take over the medical management office, and he needs such a talent who understands medical skills. Although he is a woman, he is not helpless and just use it secretly.

The most important thing is that she does not belong to the four major medical families, does not have those complicated relationships, and has a simple background, so she can be cultivated to become her own help.

The biggest feeling this medical examination gave him was that the medical skills in the hands of doctors can quietly determine a person's life and death.

One medicine can be done with one needle, and there is no need for a sword.

Alas, it attracts people to think about this. Murong Yusu can clearly see the light in the depths of Murong Xiyue's eyes.

Her eyes fell on the honeysuckle who had already left the stage again. She was not the woman who was waiting to show off. Today, she must have her intention.

"Let's go!"

"Go?" Go back?

Yes, when Miss Wei’s hand was exposed, the man was shocked. Not to mention Princess Yuan, how dare you go up and cause trouble?

Going back? Changkong is afraid he is thinking too much.

Murong Yusu was generous and headed towards the honeysuckle in full view of everyone.

"Wonderful!"

It was indeed wonderful, but it scared many people. Murong Yusu smiled and honeysu was stunned. There was a seat next to him. Before he could respond, the other party sat down next to him.

Now, the audience's eyes were cast in unison.

Grandpa Wei is on the left, Murong Yusu is on the right, one is sitting upright and with a serious and alert face, while the other is smiling with a spring breeze.

Honeysuckle, sitting in the middle, looked inexplicably helpless.

What is the prince doing for that?

She doesn't need more attention today!

"Criminal, the wounds need to be well maintained."

She was fine, but the prince was sitting here, and his grandfather was still holding back all his words to tell her.

Is this driving the person? A certain prince was unhappy, "Well, the wound is a little uncomfortable, show it to me."

Changkong looked around and saw that the prince's face was as beautiful as a wall, and Miss Wei would probably not be able to drive away if she wanted to drive people away.

After Murong Yusu finished speaking, he approached a little in front of everyone and carefully lifted his arm over. Because the movement was a little larger, it seemed to be pulling a wound, and he suddenly felt a chill in pain.

Honeysuckle frowned and hurriedly dragged the other party's arm lightly, "Does the prince want this arm like this?"

Although it was not injured, it was a real arrow injury. Not to mention that you had to be bedridden, you shouldn't run around like this. If you don't pay attention to the injury, even if your arms are not ruined, you will suffer from the root of the disease.

Honeysuckle is a doctor who cannot stand this disobedient patient the most, so he does not pay much attention to his tone.

But everyone around him listened, and their eyes looked at each other strangely.

"It hurts!" A big man said this with a pain, and I felt pity for him. With that aggrieved look, tsk... no matter how you look, you are acting coquettishly.

Anyone with discerning eyes can see that, but some people are blind.

"Get slower and go there and see if it's a wound." He held it carefully, with a helpless look on his face.

It is the time when the wound heals, it cannot bloom.
Chapter completed!