At that time, the black-armored soldier asked himself if he was a medical practitioner at the Huichun Hall in the city. Did he want to confirm whether he was Jiang Liuliu's daughter?
Most of the three monks who followed him in were elegant and bearded, with a scholarly demeanor, and the faintly fluctuating spiritual power around their bodies indicated that they had cultivated the golden elixir.
Jiang Su looked down, each of them held a medicine box in their hands.
Peers?!
He actually raised three medical cultivators and still wanted to come to him?
"What kind of disease is this that three people can't cure..."
Jiang Su's eyes fell on the man in the wheelchair, General Li Ya.
This man has a delicate and handsome face, his eyes are light in color, and his thick eyebrows give him a bit more heroism. He is wearing a dark blue robe that covers his legs.
He is a young general with a leg injury. Several medical practitioners have not been able to cure the leg disease, and I am afraid that I may not be able to find a solution here.
Jiang Su frowned slightly and remained silent.
Let’s talk about ordinary people’s leg injuries. Even if the leg is broken and amputated, it can grow back just like before by taking a pill that restores the muscles and bones. So what kind of injury can make the three medical practitioners helpless?
"It's really interesting..."
Li Ya was also observing the rumored medical fairy daughter.
One year ago, when the Jing Dynasty was fighting against the Alu Kingdom in the Western Regions, he was plotted by the enemy and suffered from a leg disease. Although the Jing Dynasty was able to govern the three regions of North, South, and Middle Regions, it had constant friction with the East and West Regions.
At first, Li Ya just thought that he accidentally broke his leg when the two armies were fighting. As long as he returned to China for a few months and took some prescriptions from the old doctor, he would be fine.
Who would have thought that this leg would last for a year once it was broken, and I would also sit there for a year.
The flames of war between mortal countries cannot be ignited on the heads of the monks. The immortals are afraid of being contaminated by the cause and effect of the world. If his surname was not Li, he would not be able to recruit three medical cultivators despite all his resources.
Unfortunately, in the end, it backfired. The three medical cultivators set fire to refine the elixir on the spot. As a result, the white elixir they produced was crystal clear, excellent in appearance, round and shiny, but none of them had any effect.
Now the three immortals have been staying at his place for less than half a year, eating and drinking delicious immortal banquets every day, and Li Ya can't say anything.
Jiang Su stood up and said coldly: "General Li." She didn't say much. She was holding back the anger of being plotted and didn't want to vent her anger.
Li Ya nodded, clasped his hands in a salute and said solemnly: "Miss Jiang, I'm lucky enough to learn that you are in Zhongdu. I'm worried about old wounds for a while, so I hurriedly invited you here before I even came to express my feelings. It's really inappropriate.
Should."
"Please Miss Jiang, please ignore the villain's fault and diagnose Ya's illness." The young man's voice was clear and clear, like spring water stirring up rocks, which could perfectly cover up his deep thoughts.
The soldiers behind Li Ya heard the way their general lowered his eyebrows and bent his waist. They clenched the back of the wheelchair with their fingers and remained silent.
Jiang Su ignored his greetings and asked directly: "Tell me first, how was your leg injured? How long did it last?"
Li Ya said calmly: "I was attacked by someone, and my leg was broken with a heavy hammer from behind."
"..."
Jiang Su was in a trance after hearing this.
Nowadays, the battlefields of mortals are so... cruel?
Such a heavy hammer weighing 180 kilograms, then as a mortal, his lower limbs are probably paralyzed. In the end, only the leg was broken, which shows that this general is very skilled.
But...what exactly is the posture of hitting the legs with a heavy hammer?
Could it be that the enemy soldier was swinging a heavy hammer like a golf ball? The scene of Li Ya being hit like a ball suddenly appeared in his mind.
Jiang Su couldn't help but chuckle, which was quite jarring in the silent hall.
Everyone looked at Jiang Su's Mi Lei, and the expression on his face was so tightly covered that no one could see through it.
Li Ya's face darkened.
Jiang Suze didn't take it seriously. She came here just to have fun. If you plot against her, there will be consequences for plotting against her.
Li Qiu Ya's complexion is not good, he is white and weak. No matter how strong a person is, if he stays in bed for a long time, his Qi will be injured. In addition, he will be injured by sitting for a long time. If it were not for three medical practitioners and one
The old man is hanging, and I'm afraid his legs have shrunk.
Jiang Su knelt down in front of the general, pushed aside his robe with one hand, and directly groped and massaged his legs with the other hand, first to the calf and then to the thigh.
When he touched Li Ya's thigh, his expression obviously froze for a moment, and then he returned to his original expression and said calmly: "Miss Jiang is really kind."
Jiang Su didn't respond, his face was full of seriousness.
This man's legs were not as good as he had expected. They were already as thin as poles and weak.
She then pressed her hand on the Jiexi point at the junction of the calf and the instep, then introduced the spiritual energy into the body, and followed her fingertips from the Jiexi point to Li Ya's Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian.
The spiritual energy goes up along the ankle to the base of the leg.
"Huh?" Jiang Su stopped what she was doing, her expression remained as usual and she remained silent. She looked up at Li Ya, her eyes moved slightly, and a dark light flashed in her almond-shaped eyes.
Li Ya only felt a light touch on his leg just now. Jiang Su's spiritual power was gentle and gentle, flowing down his body like a slow stream.
The three medical cultivators stood side by side, surrounding Li Ya's left side. They were observing how Jiang Su's spiritual power was operating in the general's body.
The old doctor was observing Jiang Su's technique of massaging acupuncture points on the right side.
Li Ya didn't understand Jiang Su's eyes, so he clenched the corner of his clothes and asked probingly: "Why did Miss Jiang stop? Is it because my legs can no longer be cured?"
Jiang Su explained unhurriedly: "It's me, it's me who has no spiritual power." He rubbed his stomach with his hands. "The spiritual power consumed in diagnosing Prince Ning yesterday will not be replenished for a while."
superior."
Do a full set of dramas.
Li Ya chuckled softly when he heard this, and there was a slight arc on the corner of his pale mouth. It was quite expected.
"You guys go quickly and serve Miss Jiang some delicacies that will taste good and replenish your spiritual power."
Several soldiers said: "Yes, General."
Several people strode away, leaving only the black-armored soldier they met at the city gate. The man was eight feet tall, had a serious face, and looked fierce.
Seeing this, the three medical cultivators came to Jiang Qu's side. As if there was no one around, they took out the spirit-storing pill they had made from the Qiankun bag. Without saying a word, they thrust it into Jiang Su's hand, "Miss Jiang, this is the spirit-storing pill I made.
Dan, give it a try. Although it looks average, the effect is still good."
The other person hurriedly pushed away the previous medical practitioner's hand and took out another bottle of spirit-storing pills from his wide sleeves: "Miss Jiang, try mine first. My spirit-storing pills are newly made."
The daughter of a medical fairy comes to taste her own spiritual elixir. Can such a good thing allow you to get ahead of me?
One medical practitioner pressed his elbow between the other medical practitioner's arms, and when the other medical practitioner was not using his mind, the needle flew straight into the depression between the bones behind his elbow.
The medical practitioner's hands were unsteady and he immediately jumped away in pain. He opened his mouth wide and roared at the kindly smiling medical practitioner: "You dick, you poked my numb muscles!"
"Eldest brother, you have a needle hidden in your hand and pierced my Hegu point!"
"I was just conditioning your body!"
"Then I am here to help you flex your joints, nourish your Qi, and practice the basic skills of your body!"
The two of them were arguing endlessly, and the elegant filter was shattered on the ground.
Not to be outdone, another black-robed medical practitioner chose to join the battle. Several people pushed the general's head back and forth, and their sleeves brushed his hair crown, leading him a little away.
Li Ya held the handle of the wheelchair tightly and resisted the urge to kick the three of them out. Then he took a deep breath and raised his hand to rub his temples.
