Chapter 250
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Deng Hongfeng points at Zhang Mingkun and the others, his eyes filled with ruthlessness, "If I say she's eliminated, then she's eliminated! Do you have the right to speak in Xuan Medical Pavilion? "
Saying that, he fiercely glares at Muyan, "Still not going to get out of here!"
Muyan completely ignores him. Instead, she takes two steps forward and stands in front of the ninth patient.
The ninth patient is a middle-aged man with a simple and honest appearance.
He has a head full of thick black hair, but it doesn't match his sparse yellow tiger beard and eyebrows.
Seeing the beautiful girl coming over like a fairy from a painting, the middle-aged man awkwardly twists the corners of his clothes.
His face is bewildered and nervous.
Muyan smiles faintly, her expression indescribably gentle and gentle, "Uncle, can I ask you a few questions?"
The gentle and sweet-sounding voice is like a feather, gently dispersing the humbleness and nervousness all over his body.
The middle-aged man unconsciously relaxes his nerves, but he still stutters: "You … please ask away."
"You, you're wearing a wig, right?"
When the middle-aged man hears that, he suddenly widens his eyes, "You, how did you know?"
After saying that, the middle-aged man's face flushes red, and the awkwardness on his face turns into panic and embarrassment.
If there's a hole right now, he really wants to plunge into it.
Muyan's expression becomes even gentler, completely without the slightest hint of ridicule, "If I can cure your illness and guarantee that it won't relapse, would you be willing to take off your wig?"
"You … is what you said true?!" the middle-aged man lets out an almost shrill voice, "Can you really cure my illness?"
Muyan slightly hooks up her lips, her smile languid and disdainful, "What? Don't believe me? "
Believe! Of course I believe!
The middle-aged man's eyes flash with a burning light.
The ten of them have clearly seen Muyan's ability just now.
If someone else says that they can cure his hidden illness, the middle-aged man might not believe it.
But if it's the girl before him who says it, he doesn't know why, but he firmly believes it without a doubt.
The middle-aged man slowly nods, resolutely saying: "I believe you!"
Saying that, he slowly raises his hand to touch his hair.
On the other side, the examiner of Xuan Medical Pavilion is confused.
What is Jun Muyan and this patient number nine talking about?
Wig? What did this have to do with the assessment?
Deng Hongfeng said angrily, "Little bitch, what are you doing? Didn't you hear me tell you to get out? Don't think that you'll be able to pass just by stalling for time … "
He did not finish his sentence.
Patient number 9 had already taken off the wig on his head.
Then, only a few tufts of hair were left on the man's head.
The rest of the scalp was shiny and barren.
But the most frightening thing was that there were a few red pustules on his scalp.
Taking off her wig and looking at her like this, she looked extremely horrifying.
The entire examination hall fell silent.
Deng Hongfeng's finger is still pointing at Mu Yan, but he's frozen in place.
She stared at the middle-aged man's scalp for a long time.
The other examiners of Xuan Medical Pavilion suddenly stand up, and one by one, they walk over to that middle-aged man.
"This, this is the Ghost Harvest Thorn?!"
Ghost Thorn is a very rare disease.
If it hadn't reached the stage of full-blown attack, he might not even be able to feel the pulse.
And the Ghost Thorn on the middle-aged man's body had clearly just flared up, it was only the initial symptoms.
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