In the face of Feng's endless initiative to help.

Lin Mo refused without hesitation.

Although he didn't know the other party's intentions, Lin Mo knew that the old man in front of him was a man of the Seven Deadly Sins.

With such a relationship, Lin Mo only hoped that the old man would not make trouble.

Feng Wuxiu stroked his long beard and licked his old face, deliberately pretending not to listen.

"More people, more power!"

"Although the old man is old, he can also help you to fight!"

Obviously, he had a bad attitude towards the two of Lin Mo, and he had already prepared in his heart.

Lin Mo: "..."

After coming to Dead Island for so long, it was the first time he had met someone with a thicker skin than Ma Bond.

He has clearly shown himself.

But this maple is unmoving.

A pair of rogues who will not leave after being killed.

In the end, Lin Mo could only give up the idea of ??driving the old man out.

Right now, he still owes the other party a favor, and his words and deeds are not too much.

"Xue Lian, let's continue!"

As he said that, Lin Mo secretly conveyed a look.

Since people take it with a shameless face, let him take it.

It's just as long as the old man doesn't make trouble.

As for stealing a teacher's art.

Lin Mo didn't have the slightest worry.

If the opponent's talent is against the sky, just by looking at it, he will learn his own medical skills.

That's what people do.

Of course this is simply impossible.

After Lin Mo retracted his thoughts, he began to orderly dispense medicines under Feng's endlessly curious gaze.

After the snow lotus was boiled overnight, the table was half full of dozens of concoctions.

Can not help but dazzling.

However, facing such a scene, Lin Mo just stretched out his arms indifferently.

With a burst of afterimages in the air appeared.

The concoction on the table is rapidly decreasing.

For the treatment of Lin Wuhen's consciousness, Lin Mo already had a corresponding plan in mind.

Right now, after the medicinal materials are complete, he doesn't even need to hesitate, and he can prepare the auxiliary concoction for treatment with his eyes closed.

Less than half a minute.

In front of Lin Mo, there was a serving of herbal juice with a strong medicinal fragrance.

For such a technique, Feng Wuxiu was just a little appreciative.

To the extent that it is far from being astonishing.

And he was so stubborn that he had to watch from the sidelines.

On the one hand, the book can find an opportunity to win over the relationship, and by the way, brush a wave of goodwill.

On the other hand, I want to see what the medical skills of this Chinese and foreign genius doctor have reached.

And when Lin Mo completed the preparation of the concoction.

Feng frowned endlessly.

The concoction in sight is not for treatment at all.

Instead, it was more like a poison.

"Is it possible that after Lin Mo lost his heart, his medical skills declined?"

Just when he was full of doubts, Lin Mo came to Lin Wuhen's side with the prepared concoction.

Reach out and wave.

The dense silver needles roared out instantly.

Under Lin Mo's control, hundreds of silver needles seemed to have life.

After spinning around in the air, they fell into the medicine jar in an orderly manner.

After soaking for a few seconds, the silver needle was suspended again.

It's like swimming.

One after another did not enter Lin Wuhen's body.

"Hanging needle hand! Not bad!" Feng Wuxiu, who was on the side, nodded in appreciation.

As one of the ten lost acupuncture techniques.

This needle-hanging hand has been used by Lin Mo to a great extent.

It's just that Feng is endless, and there is still no relaxation in his expression.

Just relying on this hand to hang the needle is not enough for Lin Mo to ascend to the position of Huaguo Medical Sage.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuxiu slowly fell in love with his eyes, staring at Lin Mo's every move.

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