"Sit down cross-legged and I'm going to give you acupuncture!" Lin Yilian thought for a while and ordered the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man was very happy after hearing this, and immediately sat down cross-legged, letting Lin Yilian do what he wanted. Facing the crowd, Lin Yilian was obviously a little nervous, and the hand holding the silver needle was trembling, but she still had some feelings for herself.
She was quite confident, after all, she had never eaten pork, she had seen pigs running around, and she often hung out with Murong Ming. She also learned a lot, and she could still do simple acupuncture to relieve pain.
Swish, swish, swish!
Almost in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen silver needles in Lin Yilian's hand were inserted into the acupuncture points on the middle-aged man's head, pricking the middle-aged man's head like a hedgehog.
A smile flashed across the corner of Lin Yilian's mouth. Each silver needle was inserted into the designated acupuncture point, exactly. Now she just had to wait and see the effect.
"Ah...it hurts so much, it hurts me so much!"
What was surprising was that the middle-aged man suddenly held his head and screamed loudly, his whole body was trembling, and he was rolling on the ground while howling miserably.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Lin Yilian was shocked. She had not expected such a situation to occur. She was confident just now, but now she was panicked. She could only turn around and look at Chen Jinyuan who was standing aside with a pleading look.
Chen Jinyuan stepped in front of the middle-aged man, waved his hand gently, and took out all the silver needles stuck in the man's head. The man was breathing heavily, and his whole body was soaked with sweat.
It's like it was just fished out of the water.
"Weird! Weird! Weird!"
Chen Jinyuan couldn't help but frown deeply when his spiritual consciousness penetrated the middle-aged man's body. The middle-aged man's meridians were smooth and not blocked, and his internal organs had no hidden injuries. In other words, this man was obviously in good health.
He couldn't be any healthier, and the pain-relieving injection given by Lin Yilian just now was not wrong. This person acted so violently. If he wasn't pretending to be sick, then it can only be said that Chen Jinyuan has never seen this person's illness.
But with Chen Jinyuan's medical attainments, is there any disease that he has not seen? And with such a sharp tool as spiritual consciousness to diagnose and treat, how can he not be able to distinguish between a sick person and a healthy person?
At first, Chen Jinyuan was a little suspicious that this person was pretending to be ill, but seeing how painful this person was, it was absolutely impossible to pretend. Chen Jinyuan was a little confused for a while.
"How's it going? Do you see what's going on?" Lin Yilian asked with some anxiety.
Chen Jinyuan shook his head gently and said solemnly to the middle-aged man, "I'll give you the acupuncture. If it hurts, just tell me!"
Faced with such a strange disease, Chen Jinyuan also became curious. Whether he was faking it or not, he would know once he tried it.
"I...I feel pain all over my body. Grandpas and aunts, please spare the little one and don't torture me anymore..." The middle-aged man was dying and struggled to even speak. When he heard that Chen Jinyuan wanted to inflict pain on himself,
Zhen immediately lay down in front of Chen Jinyuan and begged bitterly, his whole body trembling. The sound was so sad that everyone shed tears when he saw it.
The onlookers pointed and cursed again, calling Chen Jinyuan inhumane. Seeing this situation, Chen Jinyuan was unable to give any more injections.
"Two donors, please stop torturing him. If you continue, I'm afraid his life will not be saved. Let me use the magic water to save him!" At this time, the old monk sitting on the elevated shelf said lightly.
He shook his head lightly, looking pitiful.
With one sentence, Chen Jinyuan and others once again provoked criticism from everyone around him. Chen Jinyuan had no choice but to look up at the old monk and said with a smile, "Then ask the Archmage to use his magical powers! Let us open our eyes!"
The middle-aged man struggled to climb under the elevated structure as if he had been granted amnesty.
The old monk pretended to take the willow branch out of the bottle again, dipped it in a little of the liquid in the bottle, and said to the middle-aged man kneeling under the stage, "Open your mouth!"
When the middle-aged man heard this, he quickly raised his head, opened his mouth wide, and extended his tongue like a pug to welcome the old monk's divine water.
The old monk waved the willow branch gently, and a drop of crystal liquid fell from the willow leaf and fell straight into the mouth of the middle-aged man.
"His!"
As soon as the drop of liquid entered the man's mouth, the man immediately swallowed it into his belly. Then he took a long breath and closed his eyes. His expression was like eating on a hot summer day.
Enjoy it like a popsicle.
Night had fallen, the square was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man.
"Ah, I don't hurt anymore, I'm fine, I don't hurt anymore!" Under the attention of everyone, just a moment later, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and then shouted excitedly.
"Wow, that's amazing!"
"Master Tianyi is really the reincarnation of the Buddha!"
"Yeah, those people just now questioned the Archmage, it's simply ridiculous!"
…
Suddenly, the square suddenly became noisy. Everyone looked at the old monk with the kind of reverence that one would expect from a true god, but looked at Chen Jinyuan and the others with deep contempt and disgust.
Chen Jinyuan's brows furrowed deeply. With his medical skills, it was not difficult to see that the middle-aged man was really in pain just now, and now he was really not in pain anymore. There was no deception on this point.
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"Could it be that this old monk really has some skills?" Chen Jinyuan looked at the old monk with doubts. The old monk was smiling and accepting the compliments and praises from everyone. He thought that this guy was a liar, but he couldn't even see it.
The illness he suffered was cured by a drop of the old monk's divine water. This was very strange.
"Chen Jinyuan, how could this happen?" Lin Yilian's face was also full of shock and confusion. She turned to look at Chen Jinyuan, hoping that Chen Jinyuan could clear up her doubts.
Chen Jinyuan pinched his chin and looked up at the bottle in the old monk's hand, "Don't worry, I'll find a chance to grab the bottle and take a look later, and we'll know everything."
"Arch Mage, please give me a drop of divine water!"
"Great Master, your merits are immeasurable, and my disciple sincerely asks for the divine water!"
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Seeing that the middle-aged man was still intact despite his strange illness, everyone had no doubt that the old monk had magical powers. For a moment, everyone went crazy. They swarmed up and knelt in front of the elevated structure, asking the old monk for help.
water.
"Everyone back off, back off!" Several monks actually had some skills. They spread their arms and took a few steps forward. With a few palm movements, they drove everyone back several meters.
"Everyone, be quiet and don't disturb the Archmage, otherwise you will bear the consequences!" A monk under the elevated road shouted loudly, with an expression of extreme impatience on his face.
