Jiang Su pointed to the bench in front of the table and looked up at the bald swordsman.
"Reach out your hand and feel your pulse." The girl's tone was calm, and her gestures had the aura of a medical expert, which was very different from her appearance.
Everyone onlookers murmured in their hearts: "She is worthy of being the daughter of Yi Xianjiang Shui Liu, a queen of famous families."
The swordsman put the wig back on his head and put his hand on the pulse pillow on the table.
"Put both hands up." Jiang Su didn't urge, just reminded.
The sword cultivator was stunned for a moment, then obediently put his hands up.
The three index fingers of Jiang Su's hands correspond to the Cun Guan Chi positions of the person's left and right hands. Under the left fingertips are the heart, liver and kidneys, and under the right fingertips are the lungs, spleen and stomach.
Sure enough, the man's pulse at the joint of his left hand was thin and weak.
Not just liver…
And kidneys!
Old God Jiang Su raised his eyes and looked at the sword cultivator. His face was slightly pale, which was not obvious. This man's skin was already fair, and his accent was not from the Southern Region.
"Are you from the Northern Territory?" the girl asked.
The swordsman nodded affirmatively, with a look of astonishment on his face, and the monks around him also looked shocked when they saw this scene.
She exclaimed: "Miss Jiang can even tell where he is from his pulse?!"
"What a wonderful skill..."
Jiang Su twitched the corners of his lips and mocked unceremoniously: "Are you all deaf? If your ears are not good, just go to the cubicle pharmacy to sell ointments. Don't flatter me, everyone can hear his accent...
"
"What color was your hair before it fell out?"
The girl didn't suggestively ask him what color it was.
The sword cultivator frowned when he heard this, thought carefully, and suddenly realized: "It's white! Most of the remaining hair I had at that time turned white overnight. It was all gone the next day!"
"At that time, I had not yet entered Taoism and had no spiritual awakening. More than two hundred years have passed... If Miss Jiang didn't remind me, I would almost forget that my hair turned gray in just one day."
Yes, gray hair is a kidney problem.
The kidney controls emotions, and the most fearful thing is "fear". If a person is suddenly frightened, or is frightened or worried all day long, the color of his hair will turn white.
The kidneys are blooming.
Jiang Su remembered that one of the most famous historical events in his previous life was when Wu Zixu turned bald one night in Zhaoguan. He was hunted and wanted, and he was trembling with fear. His excessive panic damaged his kidneys, and his hair turned white.
Jiang Su didn't believe that this man wouldn't be afraid if half of his head went into a tiger's mouth and his own brother was eaten and turned into a ghost.
If he wasn't afraid and didn't think about this, why would he need to take Jingxin Pills to break through his inner demons?
But what he needs now is not just Jingxin pills, but also medical treatment.
"I can't cure my heart disease. My own mental condition is worrying." Jiang Su complained silently in his heart.
In the sea of consciousness, a woman's voice sounded at the right time, admonishing: "Susu, as a doctor, although you don't want to talk too much, you should at least speak kindly to the patient... A few words of comfort are also a sign of medical ethics."
Jiang Liuliu secretly gave the woman a few words of advice and motioned for her to speak. As for Jiang Liuliu himself, he really didn't want to speak out and instruct Jiang Su himself. He had already taught him what he needed to teach.
This child has a lot of self-esteem. If he had interrupted to teach him a few words, Jiang Su would probably be more timid and worried about treating patients alone in the future.
After Jiang Su heard what Shi Haizhong said, a frivolous expression suddenly appeared on his originally serious face.
"Oh, medical ethics..."
Kind words and advice... that's ok.
"You are now on the verge of a breakthrough. If you don't succeed, you will die. If you think about it carefully, it doesn't matter if you die. Anyway, you will just return to the six realms. There is no chance that you can be reincarnated as your brother's son."
"Life and death are the ways of heaven and earth, and everything has life and death."
Don’t you want me to persuade you?
I am a person who listens to advice and can also advise others.
I advised him to die. The waste of medical resources saved may not lead to a breakthrough.
The sword cultivator opened his mouth and looked at the sneer on the young doctor in green, he really couldn't understand.
"Does this mean I'm hopeless? Even Jingxin Pills are useless to me?"
The people around him felt sad when they heard this. They patted the sword cultivator on the shoulder and sighed deeply.
“It’s harmful—brother, please be more liberal.”
"Yes, life and death are the ways of heaven and earth. If people of our generation cannot ascend, they will end up in the earth. But sooner or later, that's all."
The sword cultivator stiffened after hearing what everyone said, and he was obviously a strong man but bit his lip.
He hesitated and said sadly: "It's okay...my merits in this life will remain in the next life, so that I can meet my brother again."
The room was silent for a moment, except for the rustling sound of Jiang Su's writing.
"Okay, stop being pretentious and leave quickly. Go to the pharmacy over there and get some medicine. After taking the medicine, your hair will grow and you can see your brother."
"As for the Jingxin Pill... based on your experience..."
"not enough."
The girl put down her pen, waved her hand to chase people away, and said in a cold voice: "Stop nagging, next one."
The sword cultivator grasped the prescription handed over by Jiang Su, looked at the series of medicinal materials on it, and swallowed.
"Miss Jiang, are these spiritual materials expensive?"
"Ah?" Jiang Su leaned back in his chair.
"Knock on the door and ask the people at the pharmacy. How would I know?" the girl replied lazily.
Now that Zhongdu is hidden, something happened at the place where spiritual materials flow in the world of cultivation. Naturally, the prices are changing rapidly. She hasn't even gone to the store this time when she came back, so it's common for her not to know the prices.
Now that she is facing patients, her temper has calmed down a lot.
If she had set up a stall to sell medicine in the past, she would have simply turned away people.
"Well..." The bald swordsman obediently left the clinic and walked towards the pharmacy.
"Okay, okay, next one, let's talk about the three Jingxin Pills, and sell them to whoever is in a hurry." Jiang Su tapped his knuckles on the table.
I will continue to eat melon.
The first misfortune competition in the world of cultivation has just begun.
Everyone in the sea of consciousness was talking about it, most of them whispering in private. Jiang Su only felt like there was a gust of wind in his mind, whirring back and forth, but he couldn't figure it out.
In the Demon Realm, many consciousnesses gathered around the river and the fifth show's consciousness. They were also eating melons, curious about what this "father" would say about his "daughter".
Jiang Su's temperament when seeing patients... is not small either.
The river flow touched the fifth show, and in a flash, a sword slashed through dozens of remaining pillars on the ruins, and the two-story tilted Zhu Tower collapsed instantly.
"..."
Oh, it seems I don’t want to say it.
The second contestant has a rather outstanding appearance. He is a male cultivator wearing a pastel pink gown.
This male cultivator is thin, with an exposed chest, a long and slender white neck, a jade hairpin on his head, and his black hair blowing in the breeze.
She has peach blossom eyes, thin red lips, a little red in the middle of her eyebrows, and a jade face that is white and pink.
A good-looking girl...
I have never seen this person myself, but unfortunately I can never deviate from his origin.
Jiang Su stared at this beautiful man with an expressionless face, his whole body seemed to be still.
The next moment, Killing spun out and struck straight at the neck of the handsome man in gouache.
"City Master Chen, long time no see, why is Furong's face stained a little red?"
