"Go!"
Shen Hui nodded and did not refuse.
Although he didn't think Jiang Yunqing's medical skills were that superb, after all, Jiang Yunqing was young, and Chinese medicine was a science that relied on experience.
But he still felt that Jiang Yunqing should be asked to have a look. When facing difficult and complicated diseases that are not common, rich experience is often not that important.
With Shen Hui's consent, Jiang Yunqing entered the ward behind the screen.
Turning around the screen, there were two female disciples of Huanyinfang wearing masks guarding the inside.
Six women were lying on a row of beds inside, five of them were wearing the uniform uniforms of ordinary female disciples of Huanyin Workshop, and the other one in a tight-fitting aqua blue dress was extremely conspicuous among the others.
Jiang Yunqing thought about it carefully, but he really didn't have any impression. It must have been one of the holy concubines who did not go to the Empress's palace to rescue him that day. It is not clear who he was.
However, there is no need to know this at this time, after all, he is not here to check the household registration.
Jiang Yunqing stopped beside each hospital bed and carefully observed the symptoms displayed by each person's external features.
Unfortunately, this was fruitless. Each of the six people lying on the hospital bed lay there calmly and peacefully, as if they were asleep.
No, not asleep.
Jiang Yunqing stretched out two fingers together and placed them on the nasolabial fold of one of them. His weak breaths brushed the hair on his fingers every now and then. His breath was very weak, as if there was nothing there.
If you are careless, it will be difficult to notice the existence of breathing. It is better to say that you are dead than asleep.
Place the ear between the mouth and nose of one of them, gently close your eyes, hold your breath and concentrate, a touch of consciousness emerges from the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, and after some twists and turns, lingers in the ear close to the patient's mouth and nose. .
After the spiritual consciousness lingered in the ears for a while, it slowly expanded, as if it could extend infinitely. After a while, it turned into a membrane that seemed to be dozens of times larger, wrapping all the internal structures of the entire ear in it.
As his ears were covered with spiritual consciousness, Jiang Yunqing felt that the whole world had become noisy, and the originally weak breathing sounds seemed to become one after another huge snores.
Not only that, the sound of hair rubbing together, the sound of the body and the bed board squeezing the quilt together, the sound of insects digging up sawdust in the wood inside the bed, the flow of gas generated by the breath of the two female disciples of the Phantom Workshop at the entrance of the screen, leaking out of the mask and palms The sound of rubbing on the scabbard, even the gentle chatter of the doctors waiting outside the screen, the deep sighs, and the sound of old Liao tapping his head gently when he was anxious... and a series of extremely subtle sounds. The sound, all extremely clear, poured into Jiang Yunqing's ears.
For a moment, Jiang Yunqing felt a severe pain in his whole ear, and his head felt a little dizzy as if he had been hit hard.
This is the result of a single sense being stretched to its limit, with the rest of the brain's hardware struggling to keep up.
The inner power of Shennong Jue flows into the brain along the twelve main meridians, like a basin of cold water poured on the heart, forcing the brain to calm down.
Jiang Yunqing collected his mind again and began to distinguish the various sounds that poured into his ears one by one.
Finally, all the sounds were emptied, leaving only the voice of the sick patient facing him on the hospital bed. The sound of breathing, amplified to the point where it was like the snoring of a giant man sleeping after a tiring day, was still as harsh as ever.
However, when Jiang Yunqing concentrated his attention, he still discovered another breath hidden in this breathing sound.
No, it can't be said to be breathing.
It's more like a rhythmic special frequency than breathing.
Jiang Yunqing slowly opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes. If he guessed correctly, this frequency comes from the "poison", or in other words, the voodoo.
"interesting!"
Jiang Yunqing murmured softly and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
In Uncle Yang's collection of books, there are records of voodoo, but there is no record of the method of refining voodoo. Jiang Yunqing has also relied on some concepts circulated on the Internet many times to refine voodoo, but he has never succeeded, or else A complete failure, or just getting some poisonous insects that are more toxic or other aspects than the original ones, not real Gu.
But this time, Jiang Yunqing finally realized that it was obviously not poison, but more like a life that resided in the human body.
Jiang Yunqing sat up straight, raised his hand and clasped the left pulse gate of the unconscious woman on the bed in front of him. His index and middle fingers gently touched the wrist, and the force penetrated the skin and muscles and landed precisely on the meridians.
This is the unique pulse-taking method of Uncle Yang's sect. It can be said that Jiang Yunqing is better than his master.
The power was long and far-reaching. It trembled back and forth from the twelve meridians and returned to the starting point. Information about the fields involved in these meridians was also fed back to Jiang Yunqing bit by bit.
There is a foreign object in the woman's heart.
This foreign object is very strange. Countless roots extend from it and insert into the heart and the meridians around the heart. The body sometimes contracts and sometimes expands.
In the feedback Jiang Yunqing felt, the frequency of contraction and expansion of the foreign object was on the same channel as the beating of the heart.
The fingers on the woman's left pulse gate were not released, and the information was fed back to compare with each other multiple times.
Perhaps, it is not the foreign body that is contracting and expanding in synchrony with the heart. Rather, the heart is beating with the frequency of the foreign body. This is the reason why the woman's heartbeat and breath are so weak.
At this point, Jiang Yunqing let go of his hand and slowly stood up.
Now that the root cause has been found, this matter is less than half solved.
At this moment, outside the ward, on the other side of the large room across the screen, an excited voice shouted.
"I remembered, I remembered, 'One hundred thousand witchcraft poisoned Twelve Cave, Twelve Cave Ridge is hard to find', it's Twelve Cave, this kind of voodoo comes from Twelve Cave!"
Outside the screen, Lao Liao excitedly pulled Shen Hui's arm and said excitedly.
When Shen Hui heard this, his face immediately lit up: "Is there any way to remove the poison?"
As soon as Shen Hui said these words, Lao Liao, who was holding his arm, felt as if a handful of ice water had been poured into his heart. His excited expression froze, and his whole body immediately froze like an eggplant beaten by frost.
"I, I only saw people from Ten Thousand Poison Cave using it at first. Later, I joined Ten Thousand Poison Cave and learned the voodoo technique for a period of time, and then I learned that this kind of voodoo came from Twelve Cave."
The smile that appeared on Shen Hui's face froze midway. In the end, he could only smile reluctantly, sighed, patted Lao Liao's shoulder and comforted him: "Hey, it's okay, Lao Liao. It's a good thing to know the source!"
"maybe!"
Faced with Shen Hui's comfort, Lao Liao nodded ashamedly.
Behind the screen, Jiang Yunqing's hearing was still in a state of enhanced consciousness, and he could hear the sounds outside clearly.
He looked down at the women lying peacefully on the hospital bed and murmured softly.
"Ten Thousand Poison Cave, Twelve Cave, things are getting a little complicated..."
