In traditional Chinese medicine, inquiry, hearing, looking, and feeling is to directly observe a person’s essence, energy, and spirit, and any unusual places in the body can be observed.
But what makes Chen Yang a little strange is that except for the mental weakness of Master Weng, there is nothing particularly unusual in other aspects.
At this time, after Master Weng looked at Chen Yang's questioning techniques, he already knew that there was indeed something in the young man in front of him. When he saw the strange expression on Chen Yang's face, he immediately felt nervous: "What? What's there?
An explanation?"
Originally, Chen Yang didn't think there was anything wrong, but this question immediately made Chen Yang feel a little doubtful.
Chen Yang gently retracted the two fingers that touched the pulse and said comfortingly: "You are in good health. Most young people nowadays don't have a pulse like yours, and the pulse is very stable."
"It's probably just a little tiring. I'll take some medicine and take it for ten days and I'll be able to recover later."
When Master Weng heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Let me just say, I run up and down every day, and I get a lot of exercise."
As he said that, he looked at Chen Yanding aside: "Look, there's nothing wrong with it, don't worry!"
After all, Master Weng has known Chen Yanding for so many years, so he can naturally see that this guy is very worried about him now.
After Master Weng finished speaking, he was about to make tea for a few people. When Nan Zhu saw that the other party was leaving, he thought Master Weng was about to run away, so he immediately stood up and tried to stop him.
Chen Yang suddenly spoke and coughed: "Ahem, what's wrong?"
Nan Zhu also understood what Chen Yang meant. After moving his shoulders, he said in a daze: "It's nothing. I was a little tired from the hike up the mountain just now. Let me stretch a little."
After several people arrived in the next room, Chen Yanding hurriedly asked Chen Yang: "What's going on with Master Weng's health? He seems to have completely forgotten what happened just now!"
Chen Yang looked out through the window of the room and saw Master Weng boiling water on an earthen stove. His body was not as agile as that of an old man.
After struggling for a long time, Chen Yang was unwilling to speak.
He Fengyun suddenly spoke up about this: "Since you don't want to say it, let me say it. I'm afraid this Master Weng..."
Halfway through He Fengyun's words, his eyes dimmed a little. He looked at Chen Yanding and suddenly found that the words he had just prepared seemed a little hard to say.
"What's wrong? Tell me! How can you say half of it?" Chen Yanding was very anxious.
Chen Yanding is now very eager to know what happened to Master Weng.
But neither Chen Yanghe nor He Fengyun seemed willing to say it.
"Nanzhu God of War!" Chen Yanding's eyes could only fall on Nanzhu in the end. After all, they were both from Southwest Mansion.
Nan Zhu showed a bitter look on his face: "Don't look at me, I'm not a doctor, I'm just an ordinary warrior."
Nanzhu couldn't bear Chen Yanding's state, so he could only say to Chen Yang: "Chen Yang, since you already have the answer, just tell me. I am quite interested in this Master Weng."
Seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, Chen Yang could only sigh slightly and said: "If I didn't feel wrong just now, what Master Weng left behind is just his own mental power."
"And he himself is probably gone long ago."
As soon as these words came out, the prayer beads that Chen Yanding had been holding tightly were crushed to pieces.
"How is that possible? It's just mental power? Why didn't I understand it!" Chen Yanding's head immediately became confused.
