"It's not a good source of family education. Our Yan family has been a medical student for generations." Master Yan laughed.

"What, veterinarian!" Ke Yunan blurted out in shock.

"We can't say that we are a veterinarian. Our family only cares about cows. We don't treat other pigs, chickens, etc., but we occasionally help kill pigs, slaughter sheep." Master Yan corrected that when he mentioned his ancestral property, his smile became particularly warm and close.

Ke Yunan was stunned when he heard this, and a long row of black lines were erected on his forehead.

No wonder Master Qianyan looked so familiar when he was holding a bamboo tube to fill medicine. It turned out that he was a veterinarian, a veterinarian who specialized in treating cows! Master Shi of the hospital finally remembered that many, many years ago, when he was still very young and had not become a disciple of the sect, wasn’t it like this when he saw others who were slaughtering cows?

No wonder his golden needle is so unique, it is a bit thicker and more solid than the awl that the old lady in the countryside has her shoes. His doctor is so cool, can he be stuck in it if it is not thicker and solid?

No wonder the scene of the previous scene of tying up the Lord of the Institution is so familiar. It turns out that in addition to treating cows, the Yan family also has a side job of killing pigs and sheep. I remember that others were tied up like this before slaughtering pigs.

Until now, Master Shi of the Hospital has certainly understood why Master Yan’s alchemy and medical skills have made a difference. Even great alchemists from major holy sects have to ask him for advice. Can this medical skill of medical ox be the same as the medical skill of medical people? I am afraid they will never be able to comprehend the ancestral medical skills of the Yan family for the rest of their lives.

"Puff..." Just as Ke Yuanshi suddenly realized, Shen Zhengxing finally spit out an old mouthful of blood.

"Master Yuanzheng, you're fine, Master Yuanzheng!" Ke Yunan quickly supported Shen Zhengxing and took out a few holy pills to take him.

Seeing Shen Zhengxing's sadness, Ke Yunan felt even more sympathetic. It was indeed quite sad that Liangyi Academy was the chief of the nine courtyards of the Dao Academy, and was tortured by a cow veterinarian.

The power of the alchemy was running, and soon, Shen Zhengxing recovered again, but he didn't say anything, just staring at Master Yan with his eyes tightly. He wanted to kill, but he really wanted to kill.

"Master Yuanzheng, are you getting better now?" Master Yan asked, putting his finger on Shen Zhengxing's pulse door and checked it carefully.

"Good... much better." Shin Zhengxing said with an effort to suppress the urge to kill.

"By the way, Master Yuanzheng, how did you get poisoned?" Master Yan continued.

"This..." Shin Zhengxing's face turned redder. When he thought of the poisoning process, he was of course ashamed to speak up.

"Mr. Master Yuanzheng, your poison is too weird, I still haven't seen it. Although it's okay now, I can't guarantee that there will be no hidden dangers. You'd better tell the truth and let me think about it. Never conceal the disease and avoid medical treatment." Master Yan said earnestly.
Chapter completed!