The nurse left the emergency room with her head lowered, trying to avoid Li Banfeng, and walked through the corridor in dejection.

Only Ma Wu and Tritik were left in the emergency room.

Cuitike stared at Ma Wu for a moment, nodded and said: "The taste of the same sect is just different."

…

Half an hour later, Cui Tike walked out of the emergency room and nodded at Li Banfeng.

Li Banfeng entered the emergency room and saw Ma Wu lying calmly on the bed. His fever was gone, his breathing was steady, and he was sleeping deeply.

Cuitike said: "Let your friend rest here for a while, and he will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

Li Banfeng never asks people to do things for free: "What kind of reward should I give you?"

Cui Tike smiled and said: "Yu Gong, this is a hospital. It is my duty to treat illnesses and save people. Yu Si, you helped me in Haichiling, so it is my duty to help you."

Cui Tike had Ma Wu sent to the ward, with Li Banfeng taking care of him.

Who struck the horse five times?

Judging from the time, it must be related to Tu Yinghong.

He can make Ma Wu sick, and no one else can cure it. Only Tritik can cure it. It seems that this man is also a disease cultivator.

…

Wan Jinxian booked the Yuelai Building and waited for Li Qi to deliver it himself.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Li Qi did not come, so Wan Jinxian contacted the spies of Xiaoyaowu.

He sent Ma Wu to the hospital.

What's the use?

Which hospital can cure him?

Wan Jinxian waited for another half an hour, but still did not see Li Qi.

He became suspicious and decided to go to the hospital for a checkup.

Wujie Hospital, I had never heard of this hospital before. Wan Jinxian entered the lobby and asked the nurse on duty: "Which ward is Ma Junyang in?"

The nurse looked at Wan Jinxian and said, "What are you doing with Ma Junyang? It's not visiting time now."

Wan Jinxian said with a gentle face: "I am his uncle. I heard that my nephew is sick and I came all the way here. Just let me take a look outside the door."

"Don't you understand what people are saying? Rules are rules. Why are you busy with so many things? Let's go quickly..." The nurse covered her chest and suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe.

Wan Jinxian smiled and said: "Let me ask you again, which ward is Ma Junyang in?"

The nurse pointed to Ward No. 6, with tears in her eyes, and asked Wan Jinxian to let her go.

"Girl, in your next life, learn how to speak human words."

The nurse held her throat and died after a few seconds.

Wan Jinxian walked to the corridor and was walking towards Ward No. 6.

After hearing the noise, Li Banfeng was ready to fight.

Wan Jinxian had just taken two steps when he suddenly heard someone say from behind: "What are you doing with Ma Junyang?"

Wan Jinxian turned around and saw a blond man with blue eyes standing not far away.

Foreigners?

Wan Jinxian said: "I'm here to visit my nephew."

"The visiting hours have passed. Come back tomorrow."

Wan Jinxian was silent for a moment and smiled: "Why bother? Today is a good day. I didn't want to kill more people."

Cui Tike walked up to Wan Jinxian and asked seriously: "What do you mean by this?"

Wan Jinxian's eyes trembled, and Cui Tik suddenly felt his nose itching.

He pulled down his mask, twitched his nose, and wanted to sneeze, but he couldn't hold it back even if he wanted to.

Wan Jinxian smiled and said: "It's just a sneeze. You don't have to hold it in. It's so fun to sneeze."

Cui Tike took a deep breath suddenly, and Wan Jinxian waited to see his eyeballs squirting out.

Ah sneeze!

After sneezing, Tritik's eyes were still in their sockets.

Wan Jinxian was stunned and touched his cheek.

His own face was covered in blood.

It's not Tretik's blood, it's his own blood.

Cui Tike's sneeze opened a gash on Wan Jinxian's face.

Wan Jinxian looked at Cui Tik in surprise.

Tritik stuck out his tongue, and a dark, sticky "goo" was squirming on his tongue.

"Is this a disease caused by you?" Tritik swallowed the sticky substance, "It's very delicious. The last time I tasted such a delicious taste was a year ago!"

"Are you from the same sect? It's impossible..." Wan Jinxian was startled, then wiped a little of the blood on his face and threw it on Cui Tike.

Are there really other sick cultivators living in this world?

Wan Jinxian suddenly remembered a person, the person who had assassinated He Jiaqing.

At that time, Wan Jinxian suspected that it was a fellow disciple, but even if he did have a fellow disciple, he shouldn't be a foreigner!

Cui Tike began to cough violently, and he was infected with Wan Jinxian's disease again.

Wan Jinxian was about to take advantage of the situation to attack, but Cui Tike suddenly spat out a mouthful of hard phlegm and hit Wan Jinxian on the left shoulder.

The phlegm penetrated Wan Jinxian's flesh and was embedded in his shoulder blades.

Wan Jinxian covered his shoulders and backed away. He used the lesion again, causing Cui Tik to fall into a high fever.

Tritik's body was as red as a hot iron.

This actually made it impossible for Wan Jinxian to get close to Cui Tike.

Tritik rubbed his chest and burped.

The burps were filled with flames, which directly burned Wan Jinxian's clothes.

Wan Jinxian was a little flustered.

The two of them had different fighting ideas, and Wan Jinxian couldn't understand Cui Tike's fighting methods.

Wan Jinxian tried to use disease to put Cui Tik into a disadvantageous situation, and then eliminated Cui Tik with one blow. This was also the correct method of fighting for Cui Tik. Wan Jinxian's master taught him this.

But Tritik was taking advantage of his disadvantaged situation.

Wan Jinxian doesn't dare to take action easily. Every time he buries a disease for Cui Tik, he seems to be scheming the enemy.

What other illnesses could limit him?

"What kind of sect are you from?" Wan Jinxian prepared his ultimate move, which would take some time.

Cuitik smiled and said: "You still can't see my sect? Senior brother, I have already made it so obvious."

Wan Jinxian shook his head: "My Taoist sect has no brothers, we are all singles. If we don't kill the master, I won't even be able to become a disciple.

Where did you come from? You'd better tell me the truth. This is Green Water City, the realm of my ancestor. You are disrespecting my ancestor by pretending to be a disciple of my Taoist sect. Be careful not to leave your body intact!"

Cuitike shook his head and said: "I respect the ancestor very much, and I can't say this with my mouth."

After saying that, Tritik unbuttoned his clothes.

On his chest, there are five big characters tattooed - I love my ancestor.

The opportunity has come!

Wan Jinxian suddenly arrived in front of Cui Tik. He was very skilled, better than Cui Tik.

What he wants to do now is to scratch Tritik's body with his nails.

As long as there is blood in the wound, Tritik will be infected, his whole body will be numb, he will lose the ability to move within a short period of time, and he may even die.

This foreigner cannot stay in the world.

Sick cultivators cannot tolerate fellow disciples.

Wan Jinxian succeeded, and his nails scratched Cui Tik's skin.

Tritik's skin was broken, but there was no blood.

Green pus splashed out and splashed on Wan Jinxian's face.

Wan Jinxian felt itchy on his face, and green herpes broke out on his face.

Cui Tike looked at Wan Jinxian and said seriously: "I love my ancestor, I love him from the bottom of my heart. How about you?"

PS: Why can’t sick cultivators tolerate fellow disciples?
Chapter completed!