My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
61. Not Being Capable of Being Injured

Lu Zijia did not pay attention to Song Zhuohai and his wife, but said to Song Zixuan, "Come and help, put your grandfather on his back."

Song's parents were anxious, and the situation wasn't very good. In addition to using spiritual energy to feed, he also needed to open meridians.

"Son, get out of here fast."

Seeing his son not responding, Song Zhuohai quickly reminded him.

If not for Lu Zijia calling out that name, Song Zhuohai would have stepped forward to help.

I was just afraid that it would cause Lu Zijia dissatisfaction. Coupled with his suspicion and disbelief towards Lu Zijia just now, Song Zhuohai could only choose to remind his son.

Song Zixuan forced her still-shaking body to calm down, and quickly walked over, according to Lu Zijia's intentions, she carefully laid Master Song on the ground.

After Father Song was laid down, Lu Zijia fused her index and middle fingers together, and quickly tapped on the acupuncture point on Father Song.

On the surface, it looked extremely light, but in truth, Lu Zijia was using spiritual power.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to cross the meridians blocked by Song Master.

Ten minutes later, Lu Zijia recovered her spiritual strength.

“What happened? Is my grandfather okay?” Song Zixuan could not wait to ask when Lu Zijia took it back.

"It's okay for now."

To pull Song the old man back from Guimenguan, it consumed half of the spiritual power in his body.

But looking at the remuneration of five million, it was considered a free treatment.

"It's okay for now? Then... Master Lu, can you treat my father well?"

Song Zhuohai heard Lu Zijia's implication and couldn't help but frown and ask.

Fang Yueqiu was initially a little suspicious, but it was clear that his father-in-law's expression had indeed improved greatly, so he fully believed that Lu Zijia had some ability.

I just don't know how many skills I have.

Hearing what her husband said, Fang Yueqiu also said, "Master Lu, hello to the end, if you can save my father-in-law, please help and save my father-in-law.

Of course, money is definitely not a problem. "

Lu Zijia, "..."

Previously these two people still thought of him as the god of the plague, and they wanted to drive him out of the gates of the Song family.

Now that it suddenly seemed to treat him as a god, the humans in this world were truly very capricious!

Lu Zijia sighed in her heart, but on the surface she looked like an unfathomable master.

No way, his face was already gentle enough, if he was forced improperly, he would be suspected of being a liar again.

"Master Song's body has been invaded by demonic energy for many years. If there was no way to dissipate the demonic energy in his body, he could only live for at most another half a year."

Lu Zijia glanced at Master Song, whose entire body was enveloped by black demonic energy, and said the diagnosis made the three Song families tremble in their hearts.

"You're a magician, there must be a way to dissipate the demonic energy on my grandfather, right?"

Song Zixuan clenched her fists, looking at Lu Zijia's red eyes, with clear expectations.

"Yes, I have a way."

Lu Zijia simply nodded, "But the old rules, my pay is not low."

Song Zixuan looked at Lu Zijia who had written the words 'I am extremely greedy for money' right on her forehead, and could not help but be speechless.

Didn't these witches always think of money as dirt? Why is Lu Zijia an exception?

Furthermore, even if you are really greedy for money, shouldn't you hide it for the sake of face?

Telling others openly, "I'm greedy for money", is this really good?

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"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, please mention how much Mr. Lu wants to pay."

Song Zixuan had yet to speak, Fang Yueqiu had agreed to it over and over again, and he seemed to be afraid that Lu Zijia would repent, and wanted to pay Lu Zijia immediately.

"Five million? No problem, can I transfer the money to Master Lu now?"

Fang Yueqiu did not think five million was expensive at all, and he even thought that Lu Zijia was sincere.

After all, he also knew that if you asked a talented heavenly master to do so, the cost was generally not low.

Furthermore, to the Song family, five million was just a drop of a bucket. Over the years, for Mr Song's illness, over five million had been spent?

But he didn't make the Old Song any better.

If Master Song can fully recover from five million now, the Song family is very happy.

Lu Zijia, "..."

He actually wanted to say it was half a million.

However, there was an increase of 4.5 million at once, and it still felt really good.

Perhaps, not only could he give Old Man Song some obvious magic spells, he could also prescribe a recipe for him.

As long as Mr. Song followed the recipe, he was guaranteed to live up to a hundred years without any illness or pain.

Fang Yueqiu could not wait to complete the account transfer to Lu Zijia, and Mr. Song also woke up.

Ambulances also arrived outside the gates of Song's house.

Song's parents wake up to find out that Lu Zijia has saved him, his old face full of shock and complexity.

If Lu Zijia was truly capable, then what she said earlier was most likely true.

As soon as he thought about this, Master Song's emotions fluctuated violently again, but this time he didn't faint, and he didn't feel physically bad.

Song Zhuohai and his wife were initially worried that Mr. Song would be angry again, but they secretly heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that Mr. Song had a bad face and no symptoms of discomfort.

At the same time, he noticed Lu Zijia's ability.

Paramedics entered the villa and asked who the patient was, then sent Mr. Song to an ambulance.

But Mr. Song refused, "I'm fine, I can't go to the hospital right now, let's go!"

After vaguely knowing the truth about Thunderbolt, how could he stay in the hospital comfortably?

"Dad, go to the hospital for a checkup."

Even though Lu Zijia had said that Mr. Song was fine for now, Song Zhuohai still wanted Mr. Song to check and make sure that he was completely fine before he could truly be sure.

However, Father Song firmly refused to go to the hospital, and there were still faint signs of anger.

Song Zhuohai had no choice but to take a step back because he was afraid that he would provoke Master Song again.

"Then let the doctor examine you now, is it always okay?" Song Zhuohai's tone was somewhat helpless.

He had nothing to do with the stubborn old father, whose six relatives did not recognize him.

This time, Mr. Song has compromised.

The Song family had a private doctor, and a medical room with full medical equipment was also set up at the door of the house.

Therefore, it was much more convenient for the doctor to examine Mr. Song.

Immediately, the doctor who came to the rescue checked the results.

As a result Master Lu was fine, Song Zhuohai and his wife's hearts were finally put back into their stomachs.

"As the patient gets older, we still need to be careful not to upset the patient, and not to be too excited or angry."

Although this trip was a bit special, the doctor obediently informed the Song family.

Fang Yueqiu thanked him again and again, and immediately sent the doctors and nurses out of Song's house politely.

"Go and check, check for me!"

Mr. Song clenched a stick in one hand and knocked loudly to the ground several times, clearly still in anger.

What should be checked? Naturally, it was the source of the landscape painting that Song Zhuolan had sent out, and whether he had done it intentionally or was it used by others.