"Susu, are you going to start the diagnosis? Then I will accompany you." Song Wan'er was considerate and found a wooden chair not far away and sat on it.
There were really few people who rescued Kufeng. There were only a dozen or so medical cultivators who came to Dabi. There were two or three times more alchemy cultivators than there were medical cultivators, only less than sixty.
For patient No. 100, one medical practitioner was assigned to sit at the head of the row, and the other was assigned to sit at the end of the row.
"Why are you accompanying me? If you have nothing to do, hurry up and leave. Our medical cultivator will diagnose you if you have any illness. If you are not sick, we will go see the swordsman cultivator..." When the words came to his lips, Jiang Su quickly stopped them.
I said loudly in my heart: "We can't let her see the sword cultivator!!! The little senior sister is there! Why can she look at the little senior sister! I can't see her now and I can't see either!!!"
Jiang Su's voice changed, and he threw the first half of his words into the wind, "Just sit here. Medical cultivation is compassionate and helpful to the world. It is helpful to all walks of life. If you look more, you may know more.
A life-saving method."
Anyway, this medical practitioner is very loose and loose, so it doesn't matter if she brings him here.
Song Wan'er's eyes lit up, and she secretly rejoiced: "Chun Tao, Chun Tao! Su Su agreed! Su Su did not reject me!!!"
"Yes, Miss! Miss Jiang still likes you very much. She is willing to let you stay with her. She truly treats you as a friend. Look, she even broke half of her mouth just now."
After hearing Jiang Su's words, the girl in orange pursed her lips lightly, smiling.
Jiang Su started here and looked up at the first monk.
"There is no knife or sword on the waist. Excluding Confucianism cultivators who practice swordsmanship. Confucianism cultivators pay attention to the six arts of a gentleman. The sword cannot be put away. There is no small dagger. It is not that Talisman cultivators do not need to cut paper. There are no special weapons. It is not a medical elixir cultivator.
The weapon repair may be formation repair or method repair..."
"Looking gloomy..."
Jiang Su sat upright and asked according to the customary rules: "What's wrong with you?" At this time, she focused her spiritual power on her eyes and made a secret with one hand to activate her spiritual vision.
"When the fire is strong in the body, the wood is weak."
The monk met Jiang Su's eyes, his eyes full of exhaustion, and replied: "I am a Dharma cultivator. I have been busy with some things recently. I did not meditate or sleep at night..."
"Oh... stay up late..." Jiang Su wrote the word "Shao Mian".
"And now I want to sleep but can't fall asleep, and I can't calm down even while meditating. I don't know what to do. If it keeps like this, and my cultivation is stuck in a critical period, I'm afraid that one day I will inadvertently pass the perfection period and usher in thunder.
When the calamity comes, the mind will not be calm and the cultivation will be unstable..."
"I will die!" When the monk said this, his eyes were fixed on Jiang Su. His eyes were scarlet and bloodshot. If Jiang Su was not a pervert himself, the fifteen-year-old girl next to him would have seen this look.
Nightmares are inevitable.
"..."
What did this guy say? The dark circles under his eyes are heavier than mine. Those who knew he had stayed up late, but those who didn’t know thought he had gone out at night.
How come someone who is immortal can be in a very good mental state?
"You can't die, it's not that serious. Raise your hand, rest your wrist, and I'll check your pulse." Jiang Su showed a rare tolerance for patients from time to time.
Unexpectedly, the monk quickly shook his head, shaking it like a rattle, "You don't understand! I'm not kidding." But he obeyed, and at the same time he put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and sighed weakly.
I don’t understand. I died more times than you advanced?
Jiang Suqi smiled, and the fingertips of his left and right fingers touched the man's veins at the same time. He smiled without saying a word. The faint twitching of the corners of his mouth was a sign of patience with the monk who wanted to scold him but could not.
"It's an authentic sect competition! Even if there are no rules, I have to control my words. What if this counts as performance points?"
Wait...Should I carry out the medicine box according to the rules of the cultivation world...
Thinking about this, Jiang Suruo looked somewhere with some emotion, and his body trembled when he looked at someone.
Yu Yunjie was sitting behind the wooden table at the end of the queue next door, staring into Jiang Su's eyes as if the sea was calm and the sky was vast.
"..."
I'm really convinced, this kind of strict and ascetic person can't even stand perverts.
Jiang Su couldn't say anything to this man's face, I'll dig out your eyes if I look at him again. He always felt that he would ask him to take out the medicine box that he would use for treatment later, and then urge him.
Every movement he made was to dig out his eyeballs exactly.
"..."
Jiang Su pretended not to notice, blinked his eyes, and focused his consciousness on the man's pulse again.
The speed is slow, the position is deep, the pulse is weak and weak, the two cun guan of the left hand are weak, but the other positions are normal.
Staying up late is exhausting your energy and hurts your liver. It's strange that these two positions are normal.
"You... a monk, your pulse is so weak, are you worried?" Jiang Su sighed softly, and most of the goosebumps on his body were gone because of Yun Jie.
Tell me, let me eat the melon. Brother Ayun.
When the monk saw this, he sighed deeply and said, "Oh no, I knew there was no cure for me. I know my disease very well, and I really deserve to die."
"No, you just lack sleep for a long time. Your heart governs the gods and your mind is damaged. Your heart and blood are deficient, so you feel weak even after saying a few words. Your liver is damaged by staying up late. The liver governs blood, and the hair is in excess of blood, so your complexion is slightly pale.
Dull, hair..."
The monk's eyes lit up when he heard this, and his eyes lit up with fire as he stared at Jiang Su, "You actually know this?! How do you know the wig I'm wearing!!!"
Where do the wigs in the world of cultivation come from???
"I didn't expect that I just deliberately missed a few words, and you actually noticed it! You, a little medical practitioner, didn't expect that you have some skills?"
After saying that, he continued to shake his head, transforming into a rattle and becoming a spirit. The surprise that flashed across his eyebrows turned into melancholy: "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you. I came to Shifangmen to see a doctor because I want to find a way out for myself."
He clenched his fists and lowered his voice: "Actually, I am an ordinary monk who uses the Five Elements in Dharma practice. I learned some skills of a hexagram master in Dharma practice a while ago. After burning incense and purifying myself, I shook a hexagram for myself. I actually
I saw from it that my death is coming!"
Jiang Su ignored the three-seven-twenty-one, pinched his wrist hard with his fingers, and clasped the man's penis in three places again.
"Don't move your hands." The girl gritted her teeth and said every word.
"Say! How can I... the past is like a cloud, just put this thing into the water and let it flow away. It is like a fish that will disturb the river. I... am confused..."
"..." He even used a metaphor???
The girl in green couldn't bear it anymore, "Shut up! You are too noisy!"
"I'm using my spiritual power to give you internal vision. If you continue to feel sad about spring and autumn here, I'll get you a bottle of bone-shrinking pill and let you live in your hexagram turtle shell!"
Jiang Su didn't need to listen to what he said anymore. Medical practitioners diagnose diseases for monks. In fact, with the help of spiritual vision, they can make a close diagnosis by looking around the wrist.
It's because she clings to the rules she learned in this world and can't let go, and she can't afford to take up the rules of the world of cultivation.
When she heard this practitioner talking about fortune-telling, she could guess that this person was shaking less than half of the bottle, which was not reliable at all.
Diseases can be easily treated by replenishing qi and blood to treat the root cause, and Jingxin Pills can treat the symptoms. She can take out at least ten bottles of this medicine in one sleeve.