Deng Hongfeng pointed at Zhang Mingkun and others, his eyes full of ruthlessness, "I said she was eliminated, but she was eliminated! Is there any part in the Xuanyi Pavilion to talk to you?"

After saying that, he glared at Mu Yan fiercely, "Why don't you get out of here!"

But Mu Yan ignored him completely, but took two steps forward and stood in front of the ninth patient.

The ninth patient is a middle-aged man with a simple and honest face.

His black hair was thick, but it didn't match his sparse and yellow tiger whiskers and eyebrows.

Seeing a beautiful girl who seemed to be a fairy in the painting, the middle-aged man rubbed the corner of his clothes with his hands.

He looked helpless and nervous.

But Mu Yan smiled slightly, his expression was indescribable and gentle, "Uncle, can I ask you a few questions?"

The gentle and pleasant voice, like a feather, gently spread the humility and tension in his body.

The middle-aged man relaxed his nerves without realizing it, but he still stuttered: "You...you ask."

"You are wearing a wig, right?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he suddenly widened his eyes, "How did you know?"

After saying this, the middle-aged man's face suddenly turned red, and the cramps on his face turned into panic and embarrassment.

If there was a hole at this time, he would really want to fall down.

Mu Yan's expression was even gentler, and there was no sign of ridicule at all. "If I could cure your illness and guarantee that it would not recur in the future, would you be willing to take off your wig?"

"You... are you talking about it true?!" The middle-aged man made a nearly sharp voice, "Can you really cure my illness?"

Mu Yan curled his lips slightly, his smile lazy and arrogant, "What? Don't you believe me?"

Believe! Of course believe it!

A burning light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes.

Just now, the ten of them could see clearly Mu Yan's ability.

If others say that it can cure his hidden disease, middle-aged men may not believe it.

But if the girl in front of him said it, he would believe it without doubt.

The middle-aged man nodded slowly and firmly said: "I believe in you!"

As he said that, he raised his hand and slowly touched his hair.

On the other hand, the examiner of Xuanyi Pavilion was confused.

What are Jun Muyan and this patient No. 9 saying?

Wigs? What does this have to do with the assessment?

Deng Hongfeng even said angrily: "Little bitch, what are you doing? Didn't you hear me telling you to get out? Don't think that you can pass by just delaying time..."

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

I saw that the patient No. 9 had taken off his wig on his head.

Then, there were only a few thighs of hair on the man's head left.

The remaining part of the scalp is bright and there is no grass growing.

But the most terrifying thing is that there are several red pussies on the scalp.

After taking off the wig like this, I looked at it, which was really extravagant.

The entire examination room was silent.

Deng Hongfeng's hand was still pointing at Mu Yan, but he was frozen in place.

His eyes were staring at the middle-aged man's scalp, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

The other examiners of Xuanyi Pavilion stood up suddenly and walked towards the middle-aged man one by one.

"This is a ghost thorn?!"

Ghost thorns are a very rare disease.

Before the full attack stage, even if you take the pulse, you may not be able to get it out.

The thorns on the middle-aged man were obviously just on attack, but they were just early symptoms.
Chapter completed!