The voice in Jiang Su's sea of consciousness came up again: "Su Su, don't you think this is an opportunity to earn spiritual stones! Don't miss it!"
"Susu, you don't have to believe in beggars, but don't believe in spiritual stones!"
Jiang Su was sure, but she was actually a little curious about the formation.
Asked: "How many spiritual stones are needed?"
"Uh...it requires nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine high-grade spiritual stones. Nine is the number of the most yang, so this formation is only suitable for female cultivators. Female cultivators are yin, and yin and yang complement each other to comply with the laws of the world. .”
"..."
Jiang Su took a deep breath, took a step back, and used his hands to push away the monks around him.
She was only one cent away from one million spiritual stones, so she might as well rob a trading house.
She went to the trouble of going on a business trip to see a doctor, and the other party had to be a wealthy family, so that she could earn 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones. On weekdays, every medicine sold in this small medical clinic is calculated by pressing the high-grade spirit stone.
If she had the time to earn this money, she might as well go to the woods and die again. There was no chance that she would become a Nascent Soul from the current middle stage of the Golden Elixir.
The last time she died in the woods outside the town, she was retrieved by Xiao Shiyu, and she changed from the foundation building perfection to the early stage of the golden elixir. When I vomited blood outside Zhongdu a few days ago, I changed from the early stage of Golden Elixir to the middle stage of Golden Elixir.
If it weren't for the wrong color of the elixir she formed, she would have been immediately labeled as an unprecedented cultivation wizard in the world of cultivation if she casually mentioned it.
But...she herself doesn't know why, but her cultivation level rises as soon as she dies...
"If I were the protagonist of a book, I'm afraid the book would tell me to cultivate immortality through death."
These people in the Consciousness Sea only know that she has reached the Golden Core level at a young age, but they don't know that she reached the level within a month.
Upgrading the cultivation formation...
"Haha, useless thing."
Jiang Su did not respond to the people in the sea of consciousness. She pushed away the group of monks and walked straight to the table where she was originally treating patients and sat down.
Knocking on the table with his knuckles: "If you want to see a doctor, please queue up on a first-come, first-served basis."
The monks in the room shook their heads and looked around. They had been waiting here for a long time, and there was no first-come, first-served basis.
The girl smiled softly, leaning forward and holding her chin with her hand, "Oh, so you all want Jingxin Pills?"
The monks nodded in unison.
"Miss Jiang! I'm telling you the truth! We came here just for the Jingxin Pills! There was a monk who had inner demons and his Taoist heart was blocked. After buying your Jingxin Pills, he broke through the inner demons and formed an elixir in one fell swoop!"
"Yes, yes, that man is still a swordsman. He wanted to come to us to grab the elixir and buy another one a few days ago, but we kicked him out!"
"..."
You have the nerve to say that I want to drive my spiritual stone away...
The girl touched her lower back with her other hand and put Su Su down on the table with a "pop" sound.
The hall fell silent for a moment.
"I haven't bought the spiritual materials for refining Jingxin Pills yet, and I only have three of the finished products. What do you want..."
"I'm afraid we're going to have to compete."
The girl curled her lips into a slight smile, and her bright almond eyes showed her evil intentions.
Hee hee, it’s time to eat melon.
A monk with a sword on his back heard the fire in his eyes, "Miss Jiang, you want us to have a showdown?! To decide who gets these three Jingxin Pills?"
Sword cultivator...what else can be thought of besides drawing the sword...
The girl in green clothes shook her head, her almond-shaped eyes were as pure and lovely as a deer's, she said sincerely and sadly: "Of course not..."
"It's a competition to see who needs this Jingxin Pill more. The emergency medicine can help emergency patients. Whoever is most anxious will get it."
In other words, it's worse.
Just now, Jiang Sukai drew her spiritual power into her eyes and observed it. The monks here whose cultivation level was lower than hers were all very healthy, their bodies and muscles were strong and strong, and none of them were sick. Those whose cultivation level was higher than hers, she could not see.
They are not sick, but they crowd out the patients who should come to see a doctor and make the hospital close.
What is the difference between this and a waste of public medical resources?
Logically speaking, they should all be blasted out.
The sword cultivator was stunned after hearing Jiang Su's words, and he took back the sword he drew in his hand at a loss.
"Then let's..."
"this……"
"I'll go first!" When many monks were troubled, a relatively petite male monk stood up first without any shame.
Jiang Su nodded slightly.
Please start your performance.
The petite man who looked like a thin monkey coughed lightly, then touched his high ponytail hair, and in the next second, suddenly pulled all the hair down.
"Wigs??? There are wigs in the world of cultivation???" Jiang Su didn't show it on her face, but she was really shocked in her heart.
"When I was six years old, I went into the mountains without noticing. I provoked a tiger and was captured. I almost became a gangster."
People who are killed by tigers become ghosts, and these ghosts guide tigers to bite other people. If the tiger does not die, the ghost will not be reincarnated. Some tigers eat too many people and become tiger monsters. They have countless minions at their disposal for them to control. They dominate the mountains and become kings, and become tiger monster kings.
"In order to save me, my brother became the tiger's ghost on my behalf. And because I escaped from the tiger's mouth, my head was scratched. Since then, all my hair fell off and stopped growing."
"The tiger was finally killed by a passing monk with advanced cultivation. My brother has since been reincarnated... and I will never see him again."
"I'm about to give birth but I have a demon inside me... He looks like my brother... So I want to ask Miss Jiang to give me Jingxin Pills to take when I have a breakthrough."
Jiang Su raised his eyes and saw that there were several scars on the sword cultivator's bald head, and the proliferated skin bulged in long strips, like giant earthworms crawling on it.
The monks around him all had unstable minds and weak wills due to tragic experiences. They all shook their heads and sighed after hearing this sword cultivator's experience.
"Oh, how pitiful..."
"Yes... He has a spiritual orifice and will be bald for the rest of his life. How pitiful..."
"..."
For Jiang Su, this story did not arouse much sympathy in her.
It was nothing more than the deaths between relatives and brothers that he could not forget.
There are so many people dying due to monsters in the world, who wouldn’t be pitiful?
As for the bald head... This person has a higher level of cultivation than me. He can't distinguish the specific situation by not knowing his pulse, and his spiritual vision is also blurred.
"He was scratched on the head by a tiger's claws, or scratched by a tiger's teeth. So the lack of hair growth due to the wound is at best a lack of growth in one of the injured scars, not the lack of hair growth on the entire head."
"There are many causes of hair loss. Apart from blood hair, it is ultimately related to the liver. The liver governs the sea of blood, and the regulation, mobilization and storage of blood in the body are related to it."
Jiang Su put away his previous lazy temper, looked serious, sat upright, held a brush in his hand and dipped it in ink, and wrote the word "Angelica" on the paper.
She didn't know that the current of the river had followed the five people into her sea of consciousness, silently observing her daughter's medical consultation.
The woman among the five said in a low voice: "Although Su Su is inexperienced in medical practice and now has her own little temper, she can still distinguish priorities..."
Jiang Shuiliu was silent. Of course he knew that his daughter could distinguish the priorities of things. What he was most concerned about was how Jiang Su diagnosed the disease and prescribed medicine.
Angelica sinensis exists in the world of cultivation, also known as Angelica sinensis. It can replenish blood and is indeed the first choice for treating hair loss.
But this is not enough...
A doctor must look, hear, ask, and understand, and must not miss a single step, regardless of whether she uses spiritual vision to observe the disease.
