Yun Yi put his hand on the radial artery of Monk Dead Leaf's wrist. After a while, he suddenly turned pale with shock and said: "Master, you have internal injuries..."
"Is it serious?"
The dead leaf monk smiled faintly.
Yun Yi paused and said: "The breath is extremely disordered, and seven of the eight internal meridians are broken. If you weren't alive in front of me now, with such a pulse condition, I would even doubt whether you were a dead person." People."
Monk Dead Leaf still smiled and said: "I still have some things to do, so I won't die."
Yun Yi frowned, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Then, he said to Monk Dry Leaf: "Master, the only thing I can do now is to use a set of tribulation-transmitting needles for you. Your situation is irreversible even by Daluo Jinxian, so this tribulation-transmitting needle can only I’ll protect you for three days.”
"Three days is enough."
Monk Ku Ye smiled and said: "Is your acupuncture called the Tribulation Acupuncture? Very good, this is to save me from the last calamity."
Yun Yi paused. Faced with Monk Dead Leaf's mentality, he felt that he was speechless.
Monk Dead Leaf lay down, thought for a while, and then said: "By the way, Donor Yun, can I ask you a favor?"
"Master, tell me."
The dead leaf monk touched the head of the lotus beside him and said: "Help me take care of the lotus."
"good."
Yun Yi nodded in agreement.
This kind of entrustment is creating a big trouble for himself, and Yun Yi knows that he shouldn't agree to it.
But for some reason, when Monk Dead Leaf made such a request, Yun Yi agreed without hesitation.
Monk Dead Leaf smiled again and said, "I should have known you earlier."
"It's not too late to get to know each other now."
Yun Yi still answered like this.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then Monk Dead Leaf closed his eyes and said, "Donor Yun, you can give the acupuncture now."
Then, Yun Yi administered a set of tribulation-transmitting needles to Monk Ku Ye. When this set of tribulation-transmitting needles came down, Yun Yi became dizzy and almost fainted.
Su Muqiu hurriedly came over to support Yun Yi and asked, "Yun Yi, are you okay?"
"It's okay. If you support me, I feel full of motivation."
"Why?"
"Because senior sister, you give me a very stable feeling, like my spiritual power, supporting me."
"Pfft~~"
Su Muqiu's face suddenly turned red again. There seemed to be nothing wrong with Yun Yi's words, but to Su Muqiu's ears, she felt that Yun Yi was talking about how big she was.
This gangster!
Yun Yi forced a smile, but now he had no energy to continue teasing Su Muqiu.
Monk Guye stood up, clasped his hands to Yun Yi, and said: "Donor Yun, thank you, the medical fee..."
"Master, don't worry, I don't charge any fees for consultation."
"Do you think this poor monk doesn't have medical expenses?"
Yun Yi paused, but he didn't mean to look down on Monk Dead Leaf, but Monk Dead Leaf smiled faintly, took out a wooden box and put it in Yun Yi's hand, saying: "This is my diagnosis fee, Liansheng, let's go. "
Then, Monk Dead Leaf took Liansheng away.
Yun Yi opened the wooden box, and a strong medicinal fragrance hit his face.
"Heart-cleansing pill?"
Yun Yi froze on the spot. As someone who inherited the memory of Medicine King Su Xingchen, he knew the Heart-Cleaning Pill very well. For him, this was a timely help.