725 Who on earth is Feng Jiu?

    The moment the door opened, the headmaster, the deputy headmaster, and Teacher Lü quickly turned around to take a look. They saw Feng Jiu, wearing an azure robe, and Guan Xilin coming out together. They both had an indifferent look, nothing special. But after seeing the two doctors, their hearts sank.

    Could it be that it's impossible to save him? After eight hours passed, based on what Mo Chen had said before, Teacher Lu should have died four hours earlier.

    "Headmaster, deputy headmaster, he's inside. I have given instructions to the two doctors. You can manage the rest! I don't think there's anything else I can do, so I'll take my leave." Feng Jiu and Guan Xilin walked out and left.

    When those three heard Feng Jiu's words, their hearts palpitated. He's indeed dead? Were they supposed to deal with the funeral arrangements?

    They rushed inside.

    When she was outside, Feng Jiu told Guan Xilin and Ye Jing. "I'm dying. I didn't sleep enough this morning. Now I had to work hard for eight hours. I must go home and have a good rest."

    "Mm, then go take some rest. I won't bother you today. I'll wait until noon tomorrow to see you!" Guan Xilin smiled and motioned her to hurry back.

    "Alright, I'll go first."

    As she spoke, she smiled at Ye Jing, who was eager to ask yet held herself back. "Don't worry, Teacher Lu is okay. The operation was successful. I have told the two doctors the rest. He should be up in two days and well enough to be out of bed and about in half a month. "

    Ye Jing finally put her mind at rest. She took Feng Jiu's hands gratefully. "Thank you, Feng Jiu."

    "Don't mention it."

    She waved, smiled, and sat on the flying feather to return to the cave. She sighed inwardly. She felt that she's too busy cultivating in this academy. There were also so many things. Not to mention beauty sleep, she couldn't sleep well at all. If she's not careful, it's possible that someone would blow up her cave-dwelling.

    Meanwhile, the three academy's officials paused their strides when they saw the two doctors' pale faces and slightly quivering lips.

    "How's Teacher Lu?" The headmaster asked as his gaze fell on the two doctors.

    When two doctors saw them, they exhaled softly and calmed down. "Don't worry, headmaster, Teacher Lu is alright."

    "He's alright? He's truly alright?"

    The deputy headmaster's voice rose slightly, pointing in disbelief at the man lying on the bed behind them. "Isn't, isn't a hole is opened in his head? Do you still say that he's alright?"

    Hearing this, the two doctors turned a few shades whiter again. They nodded. "Mm, Feng Jiu said he's alright. His life is saved. He will wake up in two days. If he recovers well, he will get out of bed in half a month."

    Teacher Lu was out of trouble, but the two of them nearly had an accident.

    They had never seen anyone dare to open a hole in the head. When they saw that scene, their legs were soft. Teacher Lu's life was saved, but they, who saw everything from the start to the finish, braced each other tightly for support and tried not to faint from the fear.

    Even if they didn't want to admit it, they still had to say that Feng Jiu's medical skill was top notch. It made them fearful, yet astonished and shaken at the same time.

    As doctors, they knew clearly that it was a treatment method that they had never seen before. It was unknown to common people. There were doubts in their hearts how someone could control such a method.

    This Feng Jiu, who on earth was he?
Previous Index Next