"Sir, it is inconvenient for the female benefactor to enter the master's room. Could you please ask your friend to wait here for a while?"
Qingshang stopped outside the door of the suite and said apologetically to Zhong Hao.
The abbot's courtyard itself was forbidden to female benefactors, but because of Zhong Hao's special status, she and the masters did not say anything.
However, the abbot's room is absolutely forbidden. If it weren't for Qingshu's master-disciple relationship, she would not be allowed to enter this room.
Ye Junyan also knows that this temple place has many restrictions, so she will naturally not force anything.
"Zhong Hao, go in, I'll wait for you here."
Before Zhong Hao could speak, Ye Junyan had already said something to Zhong Hao.
"Um."
Zhong Hao nodded lightly. This place was still very safe. He didn't need to worry about anything.
After he finished speaking, he and Qingshuo walked into the suite.
Outside the suite is a Buddhist hall, with a solemn portrait of Buddha hanging in the middle, and the two sides are filled with scriptures, calligraphy and paintings.
In this kind of environment, it is easy for people to have a feeling of spiritual tranquility.
Qingshang did not stay in the Buddhist hall, but took Zhong Hao directly into the bedroom inside.
The layout of the bedroom is very simple, with a wooden bed, a table and a wardrobe, and other than that there are no extra decorations.
And on the wooden bed, there was an old monk who was so old that he didn't know how old he was.
The old monk's mental state was obviously not very good. Even if Zhong Hao and Qing Sui came in, he still had his eyes closed and showed no reaction.
And there was an abnormal paleness between the wrinkled old face.
At first glance, Zhong Hao couldn't tell what kind of disease the old monk was suffering from, but when he took a closer look for a second time, Zhong Hao suddenly discovered a problem, that is, the old monk seemed to be a little abnormal in his old age.
According to Qingshu's title, this old monk should be several years younger than Master Zhiyun.
However, at this moment, the old monk seemed to be much older than Master Zhiyun, who was over ninety years old.
"Sir, please wait a moment..."
Qingshuo said to Zhong Hao, and then walked towards the bed.
"Master...Master."
The old monk seemed to have fallen asleep. Qingshuo breathed softly several times in succession, and then the old monk slowly opened his eyes.
However, the old monk's eyes only opened slightly. He glanced at Qingshu tiredly, and then asked in an extremely weak voice: "It turns out to be Qingshu, what's the matter?"
As he spoke, a faint smile appeared on the old monk's face.
Very weak, but the smile is full of kindness.
Listening to the old monk's voice, Qingshuo's beautiful eyes were slightly red, and he said softly: "Master, Qingshuo has brought a gentleman to see you."
"oh……"
The old monk just responded, and then looked towards Zhong Hao.
Although the old monk's eyes only opened slightly, when he saw Zhong Hao, he couldn't help but froze for a moment.
However, the old monk was just stunned for a moment, and then said: "Sir, I'm sorry to help you."
To be able to become the abbot of such a famous temple, the old monk's understanding of things and his mind are naturally beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Although his mental state is very poor, he can still see many things clearly. At least, he still fully believes in his disciple's vision.
Zhong Hao smiled. He didn't say anything, but walked directly to the bed, sat down, and took out the silver needle from his arms.
Zhong Hao did not ask Qingshuo what kind of disease the old monk was suffering from. As a doctor, if he took the initiative to ask this, it would be tantamount to falling into a trap.
The old monk moved his arm out from between the quilts very cooperatively. Although it was a very simple movement, the old monk found it very difficult.
It can be seen that the old monk's physical condition is not good, and can even be described as very poor.
Looking at the old monk's thin and almost dry arms, Zhong Hao felt a little more curious. What kind of disease did the old monk have that caused his body to age like this?
After thinking about it, Zhong Hao's movements with his hands were not even half a minute slower.
His silver needle penetrated directly into the acupuncture points of the old monk's arm. Then, a trace of spiritual energy was directly introduced into the old monk's body through the silver needle. The situation inside the old monk's body had already emerged in Zhong Hao's mind.
between.
But in the next moment, Zhong Hao already understood what kind of disease the old monk was suffering from.
"Senosis!"
These three words appeared almost instantly.
The cells of the old monk are incomplete and lamin is missing between the cells, which is the cause of old age and senescence.
This disease is not uncommon around the world, and like myolithiasis, it is also a disease caused by genetic mutations.
Generally, the elderly are more likely to suffer from this disease. Once they suffer from it, they will rapidly age at an abnormal rate within a few years and eventually die.
Moreover, there are many types of aging diseases. For diseases caused by genetic mutations, the possibility of curing them is basically zero.
The only thing patients can do is to slow down the rate of aging through various methods.
Like muscular petrification, this is also a very cruel disease.
After confirming the condition, the first thing Zhong Hao did was to control his spiritual energy to restore these cells, and see if he could use spiritual energy stimulation to produce lamin between cells again.
Zhong Hao is not very sure about this. After all, this is a genetic disease. Zhong Hao currently does not have the ability to cure this genetic disease. Like Mrs. Liu Ying Liu, he can only delay it first and wait.
After his psychic level increases, we will see if there is any chance of healing.
Apart from being unable to produce lamin, the cells in the old monk's body are still relatively intact, but appear to be a little weak.
With Zhong Hao's spiritual energy restored, the weakened cells gradually became plump.
This was basically within Zhong Hao's expectation, but what surprised Zhong Hao was that the lamin that was originally missing between cells was actually being produced slowly, and very quickly.
This discovery made Zhong Hao feel happy. At this point, he directly increased the input of spiritual energy. In the face of the recovery ability of spiritual energy, more and more cells were quickly restored.
Of course, this amount is only compared to the weak spiritual energy storage in Zhong Hao's body. Compared with the countless cells in the old man's body, it is a bit small.
After only about two minutes, Zhong Hao pulled out the silver needle from between the old monk's acupuncture points.
It only took about two minutes to recover, but Zhong Hao was already very confident about the old monk's condition.
"Sir, how is my master's condition?"
Qingshang asked Zhong Hao almost immediately. Her spiritual voice was also full of expectations.
Unlike Qingshuo, the old monk's eyes had changed slightly when he looked at Zhong Hao.
Although Zhong Hao only received a small amount of treatment, the old monk could vaguely feel that his body seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. It was hard to tell, but it was somewhat real.
Zhong Hao said slowly: "It's okay. I need to help the master perform an electro-moxibustion treatment before making a final conclusion."
Listening to what Zhong Hao said, Qingshuo's delicate face was already a little more excited, and her little hand was holding the rosary in her hand tightly.
Although Zhong Hao said that he would need to undergo an electro-moxibustion treatment before making a final decision, the first two words of Zhong Hao basically made a conclusion about the old monk's condition.
It's okay, which means there is a chance of cure, and this chance is not small.
"Sir, please excuse me."
Qingshuo's tone was a little more excited, and it could be seen that the master-disciple relationship between her and the old monk was still very deep.
Zhong Hao just nodded, and then took out the power cord from his pocket.
Fortunately, this thing is relatively small, so he always carries it with him.
After connecting to the power supply next to the bedside, Zhong Hao began to restore the old monk on a large scale.
Qingshuo was very familiar with Zhong Hao's treatment methods, but the old monk's expression was a little more curious.
The recovery of psychic energy is still very easy. Relatively speaking, the recovery from this kind of aging disease is much less difficult than the recovery from muscle petrification.
Cure is temporarily impossible. For the time being, Zhong Hao can only use his spiritual energy to help the cells in the old monk's body restore the production of lamin. Without the spiritual energy to maintain the production of lamin, the production will stop.
Especially newborn cells are basically unable to produce lamin on their own.
Therefore, before restoring the mutated genes, Zhong Hao must maintain the old monk's physical condition through sustained spiritual recovery.
Just like Mrs. Liu Yingliu, however, the old monk's maintenance time can be longer, and the speed will be much faster.
While Zhong Hao was being cured, the old monk's eyes gradually changed from curiosity to shock, and then to expectation.
Because he had a feeling that his body, which was originally weak and weak, was gradually regaining its strength at this moment.
My body, which was gradually losing its vitality, now feels like it has regained a new lease of life.
Moreover, these two feelings are gradually getting stronger...
