They started discussing in hushed tones.
"The Young Master's veins don't seem to be internally injured?"
"Yes, but how could he be unconscious? Could it be..."
"How about..."
"No, no, it's too risky. I haven't even figured out the cause..."
Several genius doctors discussed each other one by one, but after a long time had passed, no progress could be seen, and the expressions on their faces became even more confused.
Li Shihong couldn't wait any longer, walked over, and interjected and asked: "Several esteemed doctors, how are you doing? Moying is the hope of the clan's future, and his life is even more important than mine! Please Be sure to try your best to diagnose and treat, no matter what kind of medicinal materials you want, we won't be stingy!"
One of the old men with a gray beard turned his head and bowed to Li Shihong.
