"Susu, are you going to start the diagnosis? Then I will accompany you." Song Wan'er was considerate and found a wooden chair not far away.
There were really few people to save Kufeng. The medical cultivators who came to Dabi were only a dozen or so. The alchemy cultivators there were two or three times more than the medical cultivators, only less than sixty.
For patient No. 100, one medical practitioner was assigned to sit at the head of the row, and the other was assigned to sit at the end of the row.
"Why are you accompanying me? If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible. Our medical cultivator will diagnose you if you have any illness. If you are not sick, we will go see the swordsman cultivator..." When the words came to his lips, Jiang Su quickly stopped them.
I said loudly in my heart: "We can't let her see the sword cultivator!!! The young senior sister is there! Why can she see the young senior sister! I can't see her now and I can't see either!!!"
Jiang Su's voice changed, and he threw the first half of his words into the wind, "Just sit here. Medical practitioners are compassionate and helpful to the world. They are helpful to all walks of life. I'm sure you can learn more if you look more. A life-saving solution.”
Anyway, this medical practitioner is very loose and loose, so it doesn't matter if she brings him here.
Song Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she was secretly happy: "Chun Tao, Chun Tao! Su Su agreed! Su Su did not reject me!!!"
"Yes, Miss! Miss Jiang still likes you very much. She is willing to let you stay with her. She truly treats you as a friend. Look at her, she even broke half of her mouth just now."
After listening to Jiang Su's words, the girl in orange pursed her lips slightly and smiled.
Jiang Su started here and looked up at the first monk.
"There is no knife or sword on the waist. Excluding Confucianism cultivators who practice swordsmanship. Confucianism cultivators pay attention to the six arts of a gentleman. The sword will not be put away. There is no small dagger. It is not that Talisman cultivators do not need to cut paper. There are no special weapons. It is not a medical elixir. The weapon repair may be formation repair or method repair..."
"Looking gloomy..."
Jiang Su sat upright and asked according to the customary rules: "What's wrong with you?" At this time, she focused her spiritual power on her eyes and made a secret with one hand to activate her spiritual vision.
"The fire in the body is strong and the wood is weak."
The monk met Jiang Su's eyes, his eyes full of exhaustion, and replied: "I am a Dharma cultivator. I have been busy with some things recently. I did not meditate or sleep at night..."
"Oh... stay up late..." Jiang Su wrote the word "shaomian".
"And now I want to sleep but can't fall asleep, and I can't calm down even while meditating. I don't know what to do. If it keeps like this and my cultivation is stuck in a critical period, I'm afraid that one day I will inadvertently pass the perfection period and usher in Lei. Tribulation, when the time comes, the mind will not be calm and the cultivation will be unstable..."
"I will die!" When the monk said this, he stared at Jiang Su with his eyes, which were scarlet and bloodshot. If Jiang Su hadn't been a pervert himself, the fifteen-year-old girl next to him would have seen this look. Nightmares are inevitable.
"..."
What did this guy say? The dark circles under his eyes were heavier than mine. Those who knew he had stayed up late, but those who didn't know thought he had gone out in the middle of the night.
How come someone who is immortal can be in a very good mental state?
"You can't die, it's not that serious. Raise your hand, rest your wrist, and I'll check your pulse." Jiang Su was sometimes a little tolerant towards patients.
Unexpectedly, the monk quickly shook his head, shaking it like a rattle, "You don't understand! I'm not kidding." But he obeyed, and at the same time he put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and sighed weakly.
I don’t understand. I’ve died more times than you have advanced?
Jiang Suqi smiled, and the fingertips of his left and right fingers touched the man's veins at the same time. He smiled without saying a word. The faint twitching at the corner of his mouth was a sign of patience with the monk who wanted to scold him but could not.
"It's an authentic sect competition! Even if there are no rules, I have to control my words. What if this counts as a performance score?"
Wait...Should I carry out the medicine box according to the rules of the cultivation world...
Thinking about this, Jiang Suruo looked somewhere with some emotion, and his body trembled when he looked at someone.
Yu Yunjie was sitting behind the wooden table at the end of the queue next door, staring into Jiang Su's eyes as if the sea was calm and the sky was vast.
"..."
I'm really convinced, this kind of strict and ascetic person can't even stand perverts.
Jiang Su couldn't say anything to this man's face. If he looks at him again, he'll dig out his eyes. I always felt that he would ask me to take out the medicine box that I would use for treatment later, and then urge me to gouge out his eyeballs accurately with every move I made.
"..."
Jiang Su pretended not to notice, blinked his eyes, and focused his consciousness on the man's pulse again.
The speed is slow, the position is deep, the pulse is weak and weak, the two cun guan of the left hand are weak, but the other positions are normal.
Staying up late is exhausting your energy and hurts your liver. It's strange that these two positions are normal.
"You... a monk, your pulse is so weak, are you worried?" Jiang Su sighed softly, and most of the goosebumps on his body were gone because of Yu Yunjie.
Tell me, let me eat melon. Brother Ayun.
The monk sighed deeply when he saw this, "Oh no, I knew there was no cure for me. I know my disease very well. I really deserve to die."
"No, you just lack sleep for a long time. Your heart governs the gods, and your mind is damaged. Your heart and blood are deficient, so you feel weak even after saying a few words. Your liver is damaged by staying up late. The liver governs blood, and it is the excess of blood, so your complexion is slightly pale. It’s dull, the hair…”
The monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his eyes lit up with fire as he stared at Jiang Su, "You actually know this?! How do you know the wig I'm wearing!!!"
? ? ? Where do the wigs in the world of cultivation come from? ? ?
"I didn't expect that I just deliberately missed a few words, and you actually noticed it! You, a little medical practitioner, didn't expect that you have some skills?"
After saying that, he continued to shake his head, transforming into a rattle and becoming a spirit. The surprise that flashed across his eyebrows turned into melancholy: "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you. I came to Shifangmen to see a doctor because I want to find a way out for myself."
He clenched his fists and lowered his voice: "Actually, I am an ordinary monk who uses the Five Elements in Dharma practice. I learned some skills of a divination master in Dharma practice a while ago. After burning incense and purifying myself, I shook a divination for myself. I actually I can see from it that my death is coming!”
Jiang Su didn't care. He pinched his wrist with his fingers and clasped the man's penis again.
"Don't move your hands." The girl gritted her teeth and said every word.
"Say! How can I... the past is like a cloud, just put this thing into the water and let it flow away. It is like a fish that will disturb the river water. I... am messed up..."
"..." Did he even add a metaphor? ? ?
The girl in green couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up! You're too noisy!"
"I'm using my spiritual power to give you internal vision. If you continue to feel sad for the Spring and Autumn here, I'll get you a bottle of Bone-Shrinking Pill and let you live in your hexagram turtle shell!"
Jiang Su didn't need to listen to him anymore. The medical practitioner was diagnosing the monk's disease. In fact, with the help of spiritual vision, he could make an accurate diagnosis by looking around the wrist.
It's because she clings to the rules she learned in this world and can't let go, and she can't afford to take up the rules of the world of cultivation.
When she heard this cultivator talking about fortune telling, she could guess that this person was shaking less than half of the bottle and was not reliable at all.
The disease can be easily treated by replenishing qi and blood to treat the root cause, and Jingxin Pills can treat the symptoms. She could take out at least ten bottles of this medicine from one sleeve.
(End of chapter)
