Chapter 946 The Root of the Fatal Disease

Ye Tianlong didn't talk nonsense. After Zhao Ditian rested for half an hour, he started preparing to detoxify.

He asked someone to find his suitcase in the car, then took out the Dingtian Divine Needle, and then took out a Holy Cicada Pill, while silently reciting in his mind:

Only seven pills left...

Lu Yuanjia and Zhan Qinglou were also busy, following Ye Tianlong's instructions to find the needed medicines, and also mobilized heavy troops to closely guard the attic.

They would never allow anyone to disturb Ye Tianlong at this time, and then asked Qin Tiandiao and other expert doctors to go back.

Qin Tianhe also stayed in the attic, preparing medicine for Ye Tianlong, and even took the initiative to help.

At ten o'clock, Ye Tianlong stood in front of the sleeping Zhao Ditian, focused his eyes and gently examined the expression on his face, and then looked at the wound on his arm.

"Gloves!"

When Ye Tianlong took the gloves handed over by Zhan Qinglou, Lu Yuanjia clearly saw that the cynical Ye Tianlong was a little more serious.

He suddenly looked like the sun breaking through the clouds, appearing dazzling and colorful, and his whole temperament changed.

Dazzling and radiant, with inner confidence!

Ye Tianlong issued an instruction: "Give me some alcohol!"

Qin Tianhe immediately put the alcohol lamp on the table.

Ye Tianlong took out the three needles of the Dingtian Shen Needle, and swiped them across the alcohol lamp with quick movements. After disinfecting, he soaked them in the porcelain bowl of the Holy Cicada Pill.

Half a minute later, Ye Tianlong had pinched a black needle and stabbed it out with their wide-eyed eyes at Zhan Qinglou!

"Whoosh whoosh!"

The black needle fell quickly on the patient's wound, and then the gold needle and silver needle were used one after another, directly touching several important positions of Zhao Dingtian.

Zhao Dingtian's body was too weak to detoxify as purely as Lu Xiaowu. He also had to control the outbreak of other injuries, so he had to use both gold and silver needles.

Although Ye Tianlong has slowed down, in Zhan Qinglou's opinion, his hands are still very fast.

In the blink of an eye, all three needles had fallen, and they were distributed in varying shades on Zhao Dingtian's body.

The three needles of Dingtian have been soaked in Ye Tianlong's Holy Cicada Pill, which can dissolve the toxins encountered and replenish the energy in Zhao Ditian's body.

"laugh!"

Fifteen minutes later, when the potion for the three gold, silver, and black needles was used up, Ye Tianlong quickly pulled it out, soaked it, and then stabbed it out again.

In the next two hours, Ye Tianlong used the Three Dingtian Needles back and forth, and also used up a bowl of Holy Cicada Pill potion.

"Ding--"

For the last potion, Ye Tianlong added a little other medicine, mixed it and inhaled it into three needles, and then fell on Zhao Ditian.

This time, Ye Tianlong flicked the tops of the three needles in turn, giving them elasticity and causing the three needles to vibrate slightly.

Under such vibration, the medicine stored in the groove at the upper end of the needle flows down along the internal gap, and converges under the guidance of the three needles.

Although they couldn't understand Ye Tianlong's methods, Zhan Qinglou and the others had a feeling: they felt that a miracle would happen today!

After waiting for almost five minutes, Ye Tianlong reached out and brushed the three needles, pulling out the gold, silver, and black needles in turn.

"Um!"

When the black needle was pulled out, Zhao Ditian's body trembled slightly, and then his abdomen straightened out, and then his shoulders also rose up, and his head lifted up into the air.

"flutter!"

Zhao Ditian spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Ye Tianlong, who had been prepared for a long time, shook the white cloth and prevented the blood from splattering on the ground or pouring on Zhao Ditian.

But when Qin Tianhe put down the white cloth, the corners of Zhan Qinglou and others' mouths subconsciously moved. This couldn't be said to be a stream of blood, it was completely a stream of black blood!

Qin Tianhe was also stunned!

However, everyone was surprised by this black blood for a few seconds, and then their eyes fell on Zhao Ditian.

Because it doesn't matter what he spits out, whether the situation gets better is what everyone is most worried about, otherwise it is meaningless.

When everyone looked at Zhao Ditian, Zhao Ditian opened his eyes and coughed: "My chest feels so comfortable."

Due to the spread of the thousand-year corpse poison, Zhao Ditian's body functions were not only getting worse and worse, but there was also an invisible pressure on his chest, as if it was blocked by a stone.

Lu Yuanjia and the others all knew that it was a symptom caused by the burst of toxins.

Now, Zhao Ditian's chest feels comfortable. There is no doubt that the situation has improved.

Zhao Ditian stretched around and his mental state improved a lot: "I'm not itchy anymore, I'm not stuffy anymore, and suddenly I feel that life is so beautiful."

He looked at Ye Tianlong and smiled: "Tianlong, thank you."

"The blue and spots on Lao Zhao's wound are gone."

Qin Tianhe reacted the fastest. He rushed forward and opened Zhao Ditian's wound to check. This was the most intuitive place for the situation to improve.

Lu Yuanjia and Zhan Qinglou stepped forward and found that the black and blue color was indeed gone around the tooth marks, and the spreading spots had also disappeared.

Qin Tianhe was extremely happy!

Lu Yuanjia and Zhan Qinglou had a surprise!

Zhao Ditian also had a smile!

At this time, Ye Tianlong, who had packed up the Dingtian Divine Needle, told Zhan Qinglou:

"Sister Brothel, Mr. Zhao's health is unstable. Please ask someone to give Mr. Zhao some medicine. Divine Comedy, five qian, Alisma, three qian, and Poria, three qian."

"Fry these medicines first, followed by the pinellia and forsythia. The first medicine needs to be boiled for a cup of tea... for fifteen minutes, and then the next two medicines are added!"

"Remember, drink it once in the morning and afternoon for three days, and then you can't drink it again."

Zhan Qinglou immediately wrote down Ye Tianlong's words, and then called a close aide to make arrangements.

Lu Yuanjia asked softly: "Mr. Ye, how is Mr. Zhao's condition?"

"His toxins have been temporarily neutralized by me, but they still need to be removed with Chinese medicine."

Ye Tianlong smiled and said: "But the poison in the Pharaoh's corpse has been cured, and it will no longer cause any harm to his body."

Zhan Qinglou was overjoyed: "That means Mr. Zhao is fine? That's great, Mr. Zhao is fine, everything is fine!"

"wrong!"

Ye Tianlong said calmly: "I just said that the toxins in his body were resolved, but I didn't say that he was fine."

Lu Yuanjia and the others were all stunned: "What do you mean?"

"One of the two major fatal diseases has been managed to be eliminated now."

Ye Tianlong packed his things and put them in his suitcase: "There is still one thing that has not been resolved..."

Zhan Qinglou took a step forward, tugged on Ye Tianlong's sleeve and said, "Then save him quickly, Doctor Ye, you are so powerful, you can definitely save me, right?"

Zhao Ditian took a few sips of water and cleared his mouth: "Brother, don't put pressure on Tianlong, he is measured."

"Mr. Ye, another root cause of the disease, how to cure it?"

Lu Yuanjia stepped forward and asked, "Do you need us to do anything? As long as we can do it, you can give us anything."

"Another root cause of the disease..."

Ye Tianlong's words made the whole room happy: "There is no cure!"

Qin Tianhe raised his head with a look of confusion on his face: "Tianlong, the most fatal root cause of Lao Zhao's disease is Pharaoh's corpse poison."

"The corpse poison is the biggest culprit. After Lao Zhao was poisoned, his health became extremely poor. Now that the toxin has been removed, the danger should have disappeared."

"The rest of the external and internal injuries are all minor injuries that are not important and will not affect Lao Zhao's life or death at all."

Qin Tianhe's eyes flashed with confusion: "How do you say he still has a fatal disease? What else is wrong with him?"

Ye Tianlong dipped his fingers in water and wrote a word on the table:

Book!