"Everyone hurry up and see me."

After a roar, the doctors walked into the emergency room with a frown.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Kangqi asked when he saw Saray staying in the house.

In fact, Saray is the most leisurely among all doctors. He is an orthopedic expert. All the people sent by General Samba are unconscious and have no harm in their bodies. Not to mention bones, even skins are not broken.

"Dean, I have something to tell you."

"If you have anything to do, wait until you pass this level, then talk about it." Kang Qi said angrily.

"Dean, what I want to say has something to do with this treatment. I know that a person will probably cure General Samba's men." Saray said.

"Who? Didn't the directors come from all the experts of our hospital, big and small?" Kang Qi looked up at Saray and said, "

"Director, the person I am talking about is not from our hospital, but a Chinese doctor and a Chinese doctor."

Kang Qi was completely angry by Saray's words and glared at him and said angrily: "Traditional Chinese medicine? You asked us to go to China to hire a doctor? I'm afraid that before we could invite people, our heads had been beaten into rotten watermelon."

"No, no, dean, don't be angry. Listen to me, the doctor I mentioned is now in our hospital..."

Saray told Kang Qi about the recovery from Tang Han and Sagalam, and finally said: "Dean, when I was studying in M ​​Country, Professor Frank said that traditional Chinese medicine is indeed magical, and things that have lasted for thousands of years are definitely unique.

I saw Sagalam's injury with my own eyes, and there was no possibility of curing it, but in just a short while, the little Chinese doctor cured her, and I couldn't believe my eyes."

"Okay, go and invite that little doctor. I'll give him a chance and let him give it a try." Kang Qi said arrogantly.

"Director, that little doctor is very awesome, and I just had a little unhappy with him. I think it's better for you to go there in person."

"What? Let me, the dean, hire a little doctor? Are you kidding?" Kang Qi said angrily.

Saray cursed inwardly, when is it time for him? If these soldiers cannot be cured, they will lose their heads. Who else do you want to be the dean for?

But he thought about this and didn't dare to say it. He said, "Dean, isn't this a special period? You think that if these soldiers cannot be cured, we will all be buried with you. You'll feel wronged."

At this time, a doctor ran in: "Director, it's not good. A soldier has a high fever of 40 degrees, foams at the mouth, twitches all over his body, and his vital signs are very unstable, and he may die at any time."

"What? Do you say it again?" Kang Qi shivered in fear. General Samba said that if a soldier dies, he will be buried with him.

He had just visited these people, and they were all unconscious and showed no signs of trauma or poisoning. In his opinion, there should be no danger of life in a short period of time, but he didn't expect that he would be critically ill so soon.

"There is a soldier who is likely to die at any time." The doctor repeated again.

Kang Qi shouted: "Where is our doctor, hurry up and rescue him."

The doctor said helplessly: "We are already in emergency treatment, but our doctors have no good solutions. So far, no cause of the disease has been found..."

"Sarai, hurry up, take me to find the Chinese doctor, and you must invite him at all costs."

Seeing that his head was about to lose, Kang Qi no longer cared about the dean's face and hurriedly walked out. Now Tang Han had become his life-saving straw invisibly.

In a military camp in the northern part of the Burmese city, a thin middle-aged man was sitting in a comfortable backrest chair and talking to the officer standing in front of him.

He is the most powerful general in Burma City, Drogba, and the officer is his adjutant Zirat.

"How is the situation in the treasure of the Calabash Valley?" Drogba asked.

"As you told us, our people were always ambushing outside, wanting to wait for Santos or Samba people to come in and we will pick up a ready-made one.

Samba did send people in today. It was his younger brother Sangdan who led the team himself, but their people also fell down at the entrance of the valley. The first batch of more than 20 elite soldiers were all unconscious and were carried back urgently. They are now sent to the hospital." Zirat said.

"This place is really evil." Drogba nodded.

The treasure of Hulu Valley was the first news he received, but all the people sent in to inquire in advance fainted and died shortly after they rescued them, but he did not make any statement about this matter.

Later, Drogba asked his master Liang Long, who was close to him. Liang Long said that there might be a formation in the Hulu Valley, so ordinary people could not enter at all. His subordinates died of the evil spirit in the formation.

After his injury is healed, he can help Drogba go and see it. So Drogba has been waiting and secretly sent someone to ambush at the entrance of the valley. If other forces come in, he will take advantage of the fisherman.

"How is Santos? Is there any movement?" Drogba asked.

"No movement," said Zirat.

"How could this happen? This old fox must have received the news, how could he not be moved when he looked at the treasure?" Drogba murmured.

"Maybe he is like us, waiting for others to be cannon fodder." Zirat said.

"Have the person sent to invite the master yet?" Drogba asked.

"I should be able to come back soon, I've been there for a while."

As he was speaking, a young officer hurried in and said to Drogba: "General, I'm back."

"Oh, where is Master Lianglong? Didn't you invite him?" Drogba asked.

"General, something big happened. Master Lianglong's manor was burned and there were no pieces left. His whereabouts were unknown. It is estimated that there is a lot of danger." said the young officer.

"What? How is it possible? The master has great supernatural powers, who can move him?"

Drogba, who had been sitting in a stable manner, was stimulated by the news and jumped up all of a sudden.

"It's like that. I heard that a young Chinese man came to Myanmar City today and beat his master's subordinates at Myanmar University..."

The young military officer was very capable in doing things. After seeing Lianglong's villa burned, he did not come back immediately. Instead, he learned in detail and now reported the information obtained to Drogba one by one.

Finally, he said: "I heard from the owner of the Myanmar Hotel that the young man went to the Master's manor. When I arrived at the Master's manor, there was already a ruin and there was no living."

Drogba took a breath, but he didn't expect that the master Liang Long, who was calling the wind and rain in Burmese city, would be finished like this.

He waved his hand and let the young officer go down.

"What do you think?" Drogba asked Zirat.

"The master was injured when he came back last time. This time he was burned by someone again. I guess he must have provoked some powerful person." Zirat said.
Chapter completed!