However, his palms had not yet felt the ecstasy touch, but suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain on his elbows.

"Ahhhhh!!" A pig-killing scream echoed in the empty room.

The other examiners in the house were shocked.

Everyone turned around and then was surprised to find that Deng Hongfeng's hands were actually soft and drooping.

The elbow seemed to be broken by someone.

The severe pain made Deng Hongfeng's horse face twist together, making him look particularly hideous and funny.

What happened...?

"Ah, help! Help! Why are you idiots still standing there? Why don't you... come and treat me...ah ah!"

The examiners of Xuanyi Pavilion came to their senses and rushed up to check Deng Hongfeng's injuries.

The injury doesn't look serious, it's just a dislocation.

Each examiner in Xuanyi Pavilion has superb medical skills, so his dislocated elbow was quickly picked up.

But the pain caused Deng Hongfeng to let out a scream.

When the treatment was completed, he was covered in cold sweat.

He stared at Mu Yan's gaze as if he was about to kill someone, "Bitch, what did you do to me?"

Mu Yan smiled innocently and said slowly: "This doctor was joking. I stood here without even raising my hand. What can I do?"

"By the way, a lot of time has been wasted. Can the formal assessment of senior doctors begin?"

Deng Hongfeng stared at her fiercely, as if he wanted to see some flaw in her.

But no matter how you look at it, the only thing in front of you is a beautiful and weak girl.

How could a girl of eighteen or nineteen years old break his hand without even moving her hands?

He is a peak ancient martial artist at the mysterious level!

But if it weren't for her, who would have done it?

After being disturbed by this, Deng Hongfeng did not have those lustful hearts.

Now he just wants to kick this evil woman out and must not let her become a senior doctor and step on his head.

"Okay, I want to see what qualifications do you have to become a senior physician in my Xuanyi Pavilion."

After saying that, Deng Hongfeng raised his hand to applaud, but felt a severe pain in his joints.

He had to put it down in disappointment and gritted his teeth and said, "Bring all the patients to me."

With a command, ten men, women, young and old were soon brought in.

Standing in front of Mu Yan in a row.

Mu Yan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

These men, women, young and old know that they are sick by looking at their expressions.

The assessment of primary doctors at Xuanyi Pavilion is dialectical treatment.

But only one patient needs to be treated.

The assessment of intermediate doctors is a little difficult, but only three patients need to be treated dialectically and at the same time.

Unexpectedly, the senior doctor's assessment actually produced ten patients directly?

But, so what about ten?

Could it be that she can't cure it?

Mu Yan was about to go up to take the pulse, but Deng Hongfeng sneered.

"Even senior doctors, even in the Xuanyi Pavilion in the entire martial arts continent, there are only three or five."

"If you want to pass the assessment of senior physicians, you must at least show some skills. For these ten patients, I want you to only take a look, not take a pulse, not ask, not get close to you, and then judge their symptoms and give effective treatment plans!"

Mu Yan was stunned and frowned slightly.

Looking, listening, asking and touching, and only allowing her to "look" is necessary to treat dialectically?
Chapter completed!