Chapter 148: Self-discrimination

As soon as he finished speaking, the Suzaku who had just arrived sent a sharp opposition. "Qinglong, are you fainting? Yin condensate grass, that is the chilly thing, the monk wants to use the yin grass, I really want to know the life of my master. Do you still believe her?!"
Qinglong wrinkled his face and said: "Wang Hao treats Ouyang Haoxuan with a method that ordinary doctors can't understand, but now Ouyang Haoxuan has been alive and kicking, and even repairs have been restored to the past. Suzaku, I only ask you, Do you have a way to cure Ouyang Haoxuan and have a way to cure the master?"
When Suzaku voiced a stagnation, he shouted louder. "I can't cure the master, but my master can. She is the three generations of the physician association. Any incurable disease can be cured in her hands. Just ask my master to come over." She must be able to cure the master!"
Suzaku’s voice just fell, and the unintentional one had already raised her hand, and suddenly she rushed out and turned her to the ground.
The Suzaku wandering and rolling, the corner of his mouth overflowed with a trace of blood, her face palely looked at the cold eyes of a few people, the eyes contained a strong anger and hatred.
Inadvertently snoring, his eyes slammed into her like a sharp blade. "Suzaku, don't forget our vows. If someone privately reveals the victim's injury, it is equivalent to betrayal and will be punished. Even if the person you leaked is you Master is the same!"
Suzaku was shivering by the uncontrollable and powerful body. Then she remembered that she was so weak now, and it was all given by the monks in the Lancang River. The resentment in her heart suddenly became like a raging fire, and it burned even more vigorously.
"You idiots are turned by a group of women of unknown origin. It is obvious that my master is the one who is most likely to heal the master. You don't believe me and my master, I believe in the monk." Suzaku sarcastically Laughing, the whole face with a twisted sputum, coupled with the scar on her face, is even more ugly and horrible. "If the last can cure the master, no! This monk wants the master to take the yin grass, clearly I want to kill the master... If you are wrong with your decision because of your decision, then you will all wait for self-discrimination!!"
Qinglong and others face each other, and their faces are not revealed by the dilemma.
After all, if Tunxi is not good, it is likely to harm Nangong's life; but if they don't need the treatment plan of Tunxi, they are now at a loss.
Do you really want to help the physician association? But that is tantamount to guiding the wolf into the room. If the master is awake, he will never agree with this decision.
In the end, what should I do?
"You said that I can't cure Nangong, they will confess their sins. If I am cured?" Suddenly, a clear and sweet female voice rang from the door, and everyone could not help but follow the sound.
I saw a young boy dressed up in the creek slowly coming out of the room, although it is a men's clothing, but because there is not much disguise, so ordinary people can see her female identity at a glance.
The white and delicate skin shines in the sun, the hair is wet with sweat, and it is half-sticked to the cheeks. It is more and more lined with eyebrows and bright teeth. It is like the elf born between the morning fog. Dazzling and fascinating.
Everyone looked at her heart and gave birth to a trace of embarrassment. The secret said: No wonder the master who has always been cold and cold, will treat Miss Nalan so differently.