"Qing Yi!"

"I order you to stop here."

A graceful and beautiful woman wearing a mink coat stood up and scolded.

Didn't you see Mu Shoucheng right in front of you?

He was rigorous and cautious in his life, and he was most disgusted by the theory of cows, gods and ghosts.

The beautiful woman’s name is Zhang Hongyan.

Wei Qingyi's aunt is usually sarcastic, and her family and Wei Qingyi's father have never dealt with her.

In the past two years, Wei Qingyi has often been looking for trouble.

"snort!"

"The year before last, you went to the Tibetan Plateau and spent twelve million to invite some reincarnated living Buddha to sacrifice a reincarnated Dzi Bead for you."

"It turned out to be useless."

"Last year, millions were used to consecrate a magical instrument at Xiaojingang Temple. Later, it was found that the amount of radiation in the magical instrument that can dazzle people exceeded the standard."

"Half a year ago, without telling us, he went to Hong Kong Island to invite some magic master to refine an elixir with fifty million dollars, saying it could cure the world's difficult and complicated diseases, living and dead, flesh and bones."

"In the end, I made the old man poop all over the bed."

"Three months ago, you went again..."

Zhang Hongyan raised her tone and listed in detail the crimes Wei Qingyi had committed in the past two years.

Wei Qingyi knew that he was in the wrong, so he held the magic talisman tightly in his hand, pursed his lips and lowered his head without saying a word.

Others nodded in agreement.

"good!"

"In order to cure the old man, we traveled all over the country and abroad. We invited so many famous doctors. We consulted so much information and spent so much energy."

"It's good for you. You've been nagging all day long, thinking about some magical elixir or magic weapon called Dzi Beads."

"I spent almost 100 million on it, but it was of no use."

Miss Song stood aside, shaking her head and sighing.

Wei Qingyi's actions are indeed a bit unreasonable.

No wonder everyone in the Wei family has such a big opinion against her.

I heard that Wei Qingyi spent 50 million to buy a pill of Changchun Pill six months ago.

The old man suffered diarrhea and was so angry that Wei Changsong blocked her bank card.

As if she saw Wei Qingyi's pleading look, Miss Song raised her head and whispered: "Uncle Wei, give Qingyi another chance."

"After all, Qing Yi is also doing it for Grandpa Wei."

"A little girl has made herself mentally exhausted in the past two years. Although the process is absurd, the starting point is good after all."

Wei Changsong looked ugly.

Immediately afterwards, Mu Shoucheng on the side shook his head vigorously.

Couldn't help but said:

"Little girl in green."

"Miss Song, what do you two women understand?"

"Mr. Wei's uremia should be looked at scientifically."

Miss Song said stubbornly: "So what, Grandpa Wei is in such a bad situation now anyway, how much worse can it be if it gets worse?"

"If you don't try it, how will you know if it works?"

"The world is a big place, and there are some things you haven't seen before, but that doesn't mean there aren't them."

No matter how good-tempered Mr. Mu is.

Hearing Miss Song's words, I almost tilted my jaw with anger.

Mr. Mu snorted coldly and took a step forward.

"Shut up!"

"What do you know?"

"The reason why technology is technology is that for hundreds of thousands of years, countless wise men have personally practiced it, and even sacrificed their lives to turn it into the crystallization of wisdom, and the result has been passed down from generation to generation."

"It would be great if Mr. Wei's illness could be easily cured by a so-called magic talisman. Then generations of people would go through it every day and pay countless prices. What's the meaning of the final result?"

"Fleming invented penicillin, Marie Curie discovered the radioactive radium element..."

"Can you overturn the wisdom of countless ancestors with just a magic talisman?"

When Mr. Mu finished speaking, his face turned livid.

Everyone couldn't help but nod. Without saying much, the mere fact of organ failure was enough to make people despair.

Miss Song also lowered her head.

Why doesn't she know that these words of hers,

He is questioning Mu Shoucheng, questioning the entire medical profession, and questioning all predecessors.

In the eyes of normal people, using magic symbols to treat people is as unreasonable as making a bowl of Guanyin water when you were sick as a child.

Just like the dancing master, the martial arts stick, or some magical elixir, it is ethereal and fantasy.

Don't you know what the occasion is?

Forget it in private, if you say it in front of Mu Shoucheng, others will think you are ignorant.

"How about...should we forget about it?"

Wei Qingyi's beautiful eyes turned red.

The firm heart gradually began to waver.

yes!

Mr. Mu was right, a piece of talisman paper can save Mr. Wei.

So what’s the point of countless people’s struggles?

Miss Song's eyes flashed.

But when I thought about it, Su Xuan was in the ward, using the Nine Turns of Plum Blossoms and the Golden Needle to save Mr. Song.

Miss Song's eyes regained their luster.

"I believe in Su Xuan."

"Since he dares to send it out, it must be useful."

Wei Qingyi opened his mouth and stood there helplessly.

She has done too much nonsense over the years, and today she actually did such an incredible thing in front of Mr. Mu.

No wonder Mr. Mu is so excited.

Mr. Mu shook his head in disappointment: "That's all, if you want to try it, then give it a try."

The young female student behind him also nodded: "You will understand these truths after you see that it has no effect."

Wei Changsong sighed and nodded: "Qingyi, this is the last time, don't mess around again."

"Do you know how childish it is to do this in front of Mr. Mu? Mr. Mu is so humble and unwilling to argue with a little girl like you."

Wei Qingyi raised his head with a pale face.

Opening his palm, there was a crumpled piece of talisman paper lying inside.

"Is it useful?"

Wei Qingyi closed his eyes.

"That's all."

"Just think of it as giving up on those childish thoughts of yours."

Think of this.

Wei Qingyi took a deep breath, followed the steps taught by Su Xuan, bit his middle finger open, and dripped blood on the talisman paper.

The ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the middle finger is the essence.

The blood on the middle finger is the essence and blood of the human body, containing pure Yang Qi.

When a drop of essence and blood fell on the talisman paper, a few seconds later, everyone's eyes widened and they found that the crumpled talisman paper seemed to have come to life.

"Huh, what a trick!"

Zhang Hongyan sneered and said.
To be continued...