A strange air current? Poinsettia was lost in thought. Logically speaking, the first five internal skills he taught Fu Yunge would not cause such an abnormality.
Feeling suspicious, Poinsettia immediately stood up and walked toward the inner room alone.
The old doctor was lying on the chair, looking at his figure in astonishment, not knowing what to do.
In the inner room, Fu Yunge was still unconscious. All the clothes on the back have been cut off, and after treatment, the blood has gradually coagulated.
Poinsettia approached the stone platform and glanced at Fu Yunge's face. It did seem to be getting better, but it was still bloodless, weak and painful.
Knowing what to do, Poinsettia raised her hand to carefully mobilize her true energy, and placed it on Fu Yunge's pulse.
Suddenly, a faint stream of true energy penetrated deep into Fu Yunge's body along the meridians on the body surface.
Poinsettia closed her eyes slightly, held her breath and concentrated, and began to carefully explore the situation inside Fu Yunge's body. Under the guidance of the true energy, the different internal wounds suddenly became clear.
The debilitating condition should have been caused by Fu Yunge's previous experience in the desert; the wounds on the skin and the sprains on some of the meridians seemed to have been experienced in a major sandstorm; the severe injuries on the back were the most serious, with multiple injuries, and directly endangering life.
Poinsettia thought about Fu Yunge's situation little by little, and gradually felt the "strange air current" that the old doctor called it.
He suddenly felt that while his true energy was flowing, there was a parallel energy that was wandering restlessly.
He frowned secretly and added another ray of vitality, trying to capture the unknown energy.
However, that air flow seemed to be extremely agile, and it was very consistent with Fu Yunge's meridians. It moved erratically, deliberately making it difficult to trace the poinsettia's true energy.
The old doctor also walked in slowly at this moment. Seeing that Poinsettia was concentrating on taking Fu Yunge's pulse, she didn't dare to keep quiet.
Further, Poinsettia detected the stagnant medicinal energy, which was lingering on Fu Yunge's injured area and slowly absorbed it. But the strange air flow hindered the effectiveness of the medicine, making the treatment process extremely slow.
Although Qi Jin is fragile, it is closely connected with Fu Yunge's bloodline. If it is broken rashly, it may also cause huge harm to Fu Yunge.
Poinsettia's other hand dropped down, helplessly squeezing it, and then slowly loosening it. After a while, he removed his hand from Fu Yunge's wrist and sighed without optimism.
The old doctor watched him carefully, waiting for him to speak.
Poinsettia raised her eyebrows and slowly turned her head:
"I think... we need to talk about it."
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Outside the overlapping green mountains, the setting sun casts its afterglow. Above the heavy pavilion, there was endless banquet and singing. Although it is not yet night, the hanging lanterns are already shining on the street corners, making it quite lively.
Jars of sweet and greasy wine were piled outside the restaurant. The building was bustling with people, and among the several floors there were many prodigal and wealthy businessmen spending huge sums of money.
Lone Ying faced the window, looking at the sunset gradually setting over the mountains and fields. The purple-red night glow made her white jade-like cheeks tinge a little red.
Surrounded by singing and dancing, the beautiful figure seems to be alone in the world. The lowered eyelashes were dim, as if they were waiting for someone.
Several young men from rich families quickly noticed this beautiful and charming girl. As if they had discovered some strange prey, their eyes showed greed and intoxication, and they gathered around him one after another.
"I wonder how old you are, young lady?" A bold man leaned over and asked in a skillful voice that he thought was magnetic.
Unexpectedly, the girl turned around and said with a slight smile: "Sir, I am waiting for someone here, not a singer in a restaurant."
Her soft smile was decent, with two small dimples on both sides of her cheeks, making her look even more charming and lovely.
Those young gentlemen did not hesitate at all, and continued to ask more and more: "I wonder who the young lady is waiting for? ...Is it me?"
There were also people laughing on the sidelines, completely rude.
They all just thought it was a different kind of kabuki, using such a seductive gesture to cater to young men like them who knew all the common flowers and plants. After all, aren’t most of the women here just doing it to make money? They have plenty of money!
What's more, they have already begun to dig into their pockets. While smiling with a fat smile, he stared at the soft figure in front of him with hungry eyes, looking funny and disgusting.
"The person she is waiting for is me."
Suddenly, a young and majestic voice came from behind everyone.
All the young men looked back indifferently, thinking that one of their comrades was here again. But what he saw was a handsome young man dressed in refined clothes.
The visitor had a handsome face, and his eyes seemed to be filled with stars. The completely different temperament from these common people made these young men feel an inexplicable hostility.
Xi Zishi couldn't help but feel annoyed when he saw these garbage men in front of him trying to get involved with his A Tian. But since it was the date he proposed on his own initiative, it was not convenient for him to have an attack directly here.
He stepped over slowly, and the infuriating energy he exerted secretly made his sleeves flutter. The aura that seemed like the arrival of an immortal made these gentlemen dissatisfied, but they did not dare to act rashly.
The difference between cloud and mud is a matter of judgment. Xi Zishi didn't pay attention to these people at all, and calmly passed them and walked to the girl's side.
"Sorry, the traffic was blocked and kept you waiting for so long."
Xi Zishi seemed to be a completely different person, leaning down to the girl's side gently and gracefully, and whispered.
