Chapter 68 – Poisoning

　　As for the other spell, “Heaven’s Eye”, Han Li also had high expectations for it after seeing the extraordinary nature of the “Fire Bomb Technique”.

　　But after the real casting of the spell, Han Li realized that this spell is only a small technique of using mana on the eyes, there is no difficulty to speak of, and it is very simple to get started.

　　But its role is also consistent with its difficulty, just a purely auxiliary spell used to observe whether the person’s body has mana, as well as the depth of mana or not.

　　Han Li was interested in it at first, and kept using the “Heaven’s Eye Technique” on his eyes, and then used his eyes after casting the spell to observe his own body’s condition, resulting in a layer of faint white light covering his body, and the closer he got to his dantian, the thicker the white light appeared.

　　It seems that this is the so-called mana, Han Li saw, can not help but reach out and touch the white light, but there is no feeling, it seems that mana is the same as the true qi, are invisible, and only in the “heavenly eye” under the art, it can be observed.

　　However, after using it a few times in a row, Han Li completely lost interest in it.

　　Because he was the only one in the entire Seven Mysteries Sect who was considered a half-immortal cultivator, who was he going to look at with the Heaven’s Eye Technique? He couldn’t just keep looking at himself all day long in a narcissistic manner!

　　So Han Li, in addition to continuing to intensify his practice of the “Fire Bomb Technique”, hoping to be able to skillfully apply it in real combat, he also shifted his interest to several other spells that he had yet to learn, and began to repeat the practice and practice little by little, hoping to make a breakthrough again.

　　Once he thought of how difficult it was to practice several other spells, Han Li, who had slightly regained some of his strength, couldn’t help but sigh again, realizing that since he had been practicing his spells, he had sighed much more often than before.

　　”Clang – clang -” a deep bell sound came from outside the valley.

　　Han Li frowned, he didn’t know what had happened recently, but it seemed like the number of people coming to seek medical attention had suddenly increased, and most of them were traumatic injuries such as broken arms and legs, sword wounds, and the like.

　　He did not dare to be slow, to know that saving people is like putting out a fire, grabbed his pre-prepared medical parcel and went out of the house, heading straight to the entrance of the valley.

　　At the exit of the woods outside the valley, Han Li saw a senior disciple in brocade clothing, anxiously walking around under the large bell, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

　　As soon as he saw Han Li, he immediately rushed up with great joy:

　　”Doctor Han, you’ve come, my master has been hit by a severe poison and is about to die, please hurry up and take a look to see if you can cure this poison.”

　　As soon as this person approached, Han Li realized that this person was also familiar and had met him a few times, it was Elder Li’s favorite disciple Ma Rong who ranked fifth in the door, and had accompanied his master, Elder Li, to the Divine Hands Valley to meet Han Li a few times, and thus could be considered as a half-familiar person.

　　”Poisoned?” Han Li hurriedly followed the other party up the road while secretly screaming “bad luck” as he asked for details, realizing that he himself was still poisoned and hadn’t solved it.

　　”Yes, my master in the downhill business, and the wild wolf gang of an expert fight up, the result inadvertently hit the other side of a dark green son, at first did not care, and even killed the other side. But who knows that as soon as he returned to the mountain, he immediately fell unconscious from the poison.”

　　”To find other doctors have not seen?”

　　”Of course I’ve looked, if it was ordinary poisoning, I wouldn’t have come to trouble Divine Doctor Han. Those few quacks didn’t know anything other than that my master was poisoned by an uncommon poison, and they didn’t even dare to write a prescription.” Ma Rong said this with a look of contempt on his face, seemingly greatly dissatisfied with the other doctors.

　　After hearing this, Han Li’s face didn’t change, he just “hmmm” and buried his head in the road with the other party, but in his heart, he muttered a bit.

　　To be honest, he is really not very good at detoxification, to say that the treatment of internal and external injuries, he relies on a few good drugs, there are still a few points of certainty. If he was asked to detoxify some kind of rare poison, he had no idea in his heart.

　　To know that although he also has a can solve the poison of the holy medicine “Qing Ling San”, but under the sky with poisonous things are numerous, who knows “Qing Ling San” can be symptomatic to solve this poison? And a few other doctors on the mountain is not a useless generation, on the treatment of injuries and detoxification of such common symptoms of the jianghu still have a few unique means, otherwise it would have long been the door of a few big names to the bombing of the mountain, they can cherish their own lives very much, will not raise a group of indiscriminate generation.

　　But now they even dare not even a prescription, indicating that this poison is really very tricky, is not an ordinary thing. I can only take it as it comes and adapt to it. Even if he couldn’t be saved, he wouldn’t be considered to have smashed his own signature, after all, there wasn’t any miracle doctor who could really cure all diseases and illnesses, and it wouldn’t have too much of an impact on his status within the sect.

　　Just as Han Li was carefully pondering his countermeasures, Ma Rong practically half-racked Han Li as he jogged all the way, tightly tugging on his sleeve as he ran towards Elder Li’s residence.

　　Looking at his windy appearance, Han Li knew that the bond between their master and disciple was still really deep.

　　Han Li’s heart became a little gloomy as he thought of the relationship between himself and Dr. Mo, who were actually opposites, if only they could be as amicable as Ma Rong’s master-disciple relationship, then it would be fine.

　　In the depths of his heart, in fact, has always been to Dr. Mo still hold a few respect, after all, he is not weak medical skills and Changchun Gong are from the other side of the teaching.

　　But it’s a pity that the gods destined the two of them not to coexist in the world, but also let them fight a fire, and let Dr. Mo accidentally died in his own hands.

　　While Han Li was sighing with emotion, Ma Rong had already led him to Elder Li’s residence.