"I think this sword that hurts you is definitely not an ordinary sword, but has been severely poisonous."

"In the past, you were in excellent health. The body of a warrior, blood and fire rolling in, and it can also be restored. But now you are old, the shortcomings of wound treatment in those days have been revealed."

"If I guess correctly, you were injured by a sword back then and there was no medication to deal with it. Instead, you fell asleep for a few days, and then used your energy to force the poison out, and then you didn't deal with it, but let it heal itself."

"You are a big man in the Iron Palm Gang. You should have found a few excellent doctors to treat them, but they are nothing. The reason why you didn't manage it is probably because the situation was critical at that time. After you used your power to force out the venom, you began to chase and kill your opponent, leaving hidden dangers."

"It should have been two or three years ago that your wound was torn apart again. Although it had been carefully healed, it still had no cure. You are the master now and you don't care about this wound, because you feel that your health is still good, right?"

"What is this little injury? A warrior cannot be called a real warrior without being injured." Sure enough, Qiu Gongcheng looked relaxed and it didn't matter.

"But if you don't cure the root cause and cut off the root, you will no longer be alive next year and today." Qin Lang said seriously without joking at all.

Qiu Gongcheng's face changed. He did not care. This was an old injury more than 20 years ago. He had no discomfort in these years. Instead, he had a childish face, aged 80 and a fifty-year-old, and a wrinkle on his face. How could he die next year?

Although they are not particularly close to Western medicine, Qiu Gongcheng is different. He has personally visited higher hospitals and has completely evaluated his body with Western medicine scientific instruments. The data is very beautiful.

But Qin Lang's words cannot be underestimated, because he just took the pulse and told all the symptoms of his life. His analysis was correct, as if he was here in person, so he was shocked.

His injury is top secret in the Iron Palm Gang. The people who knew he was injured had now grown grass on the graves, and he had long since been wiped out, so Qin Lang had known that it was absolutely impossible for him to have been injured.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle doctor, and Qiu Gongcheng's expression suddenly became solemn. He understood that Qin Lang was not that simple.

Qiu Gongcheng has always disagreed with the root cause of his illness and even took it proud. However, it did break out once a few years ago, and he didn't care about it after treatment. Master, how could he be so angry about a little injury and then take a bunch of medicine to treat it? Qiu Gongcheng was very disdainful.

After the year before yesterday, the injury did not recur, his health was always good, and the scar was not abnormal at all. However, Qin Lang said that he had life worries. Whether it was a real judgment or another intention, Qiu Gongcheng was still thinking about it.

No matter what, Qin Lang's medical skills are really clever, so you might as well ask, so Qiu Gongcheng squinted his eyes and asked, "Young Master Qin, it's really extraordinary. I just took my pulse and told me in detail."

"I said it right, there is no mistake. It's just that the young master Qin is so serious, right? You have also seen my current posture. I asked myself that if we warriors practice well, it would not be difficult for them to live to the age of 100. How could they not be in the world?"

Then Qiu Gongcheng sneered: "Is it because you still have personal grudges in your heart and deliberately intimidate me? That is contrary to the medical principles. Doctors are kind-hearted and even prisoners on the battlefield will be treated. I'm right?"

Qiu Gongcheng's words were very reasonable. After saying that, he stared at Qin Lang tightly, wanting to see if Qin Lang was intimidating himself.

But there was no expression on Qin Lang's face: "The winter of the previous year, your wound relapsed, and it actually worsened. You didn't care at that time. Now it's time to relapse, and the condition will worsen, but you just don't know."

"Wait, the wound will collapse soon and the original hole will be torn open again. If Mr. Qiu waits until then, I will not force Huichuntang, and I will welcome you when the time comes."

As he said that, Qin Lang picked up a piece of paper casually, tore it apart with a hiss, then tear it apart again, and then tear it apart again.

Finally, he threw a pile of rotten paper on the table and said, "By next year, your wound will recur, tear and tug, and then tear and then turn, and finally it will become like this. Look, I'm done."

After saying that, Qin Lang stopped talking and looked at Qiu Gongcheng with no concern, meaning that if there was nothing else, then please.

Qiu Gongcheng was not willing to leave, and his eyelids twitched: "You mean, my wound will be like this piece of white paper at that time, and it will turn into pieces after it is torn open?"

He didn't want to believe it because he was in a good health, but Qin Lang's medical skills did exist, so his expression became solemn.

"Not bad!" Qin Lang said, but he was not very patient: "Only I can see the situation now. Didn't Bian Que say that Duke Huan of Qi came from then on, and that disease was in the skin and stomach?"

Qiu Gongcheng immediately understood that when Bian Que met Duke Huan of Cai, this article was an eternal warning to those who were afraid of illnesses and were afraid of doctors.

"I said that you didn't treat it well before. If you don't treat it now, the wound will collapse. If you doubt my medical skills or my character, please, I won't keep you."

Qin Lang's face was cold, and he threw the rotten paper into the trash can, shutting up and saying no more.

Qiu Gongcheng fell into deep thought for a moment, but for only a moment, and said, "Young Master Qin, don't be angry, I don't mean that, I mean, my body is already very good..."

"You still don't believe me, but you are also worried about it. Mr. Qiu, only I can see your illness, and only I can cure it. Don't worry."

Qin Lang said, pouring Qiu Gongcheng a glass of water, with a hint of kindness in his eyes. He saw that Qiu Gongcheng had given him some of his vigilance.

Qiu Gongcheng felt this kindness and felt a warm heart in his heart, a light flashed in his eyes: "Then, Young Master Qin will show me what should I do about my situation?"

A master, Qiu Gongcheng's attitude is very good. Even if he pretends, he is really approachable. Not to mention that now, after hearing about his hidden illness, he is not stubborn, but is as humbly asking for advice like an ordinary person.

However, no matter how hard it is, Qiu Gongcheng's eyes were extremely sharp, and a cold light flashed inadvertently, without letting go of any expression on Qin Lang's face.

"No need to take any trouble."

"The wound has not been torn open yet. We just need to take the initiative to pull the wound on the abdomen, remove the toxins inside, repair the tendons, and then apply some trauma medicine."
Chapter completed!