When Song Xi went back, his steps were a little sloppy, and his mind was noisy, filled with various terms and medicinal nouns.
Her brain was working at high intensity all morning. In the afternoon, Lao Lin saw that her little face was pale and even her matte lips could not stop the red color, so he sat up and showed it to the patient.
While reading, I also asked, how to diagnose this situation, why the dialectical result is this, not that. Why should this prescription be used as the main prescription, and why should other medicinal materials be combined.
After listening to it all afternoon, Song Xi had the same feeling of being crushed and reassembled when he first transformed.
Today, when Lao Lin closed the door, Song Xi tidied up and went back to do some cleaning. He was too tired and needed to take a nap.
Old Lin looked at the sloppy child in front of him and smiled. The fact that he could hold on till now and not give up yet showed that his cultivation level was not low and he had lived up to his hard work.
And his performance after that is getting better and better, he is a malleable talent.
"You're so tired and you're still walking back, using your body as bait. What does Song Xi want when he's so active?" Wang Yan stood on a rooftop in the distance, confused.
"Is there anything that the fox can't give her?" He thought of the fox's merciless invitation.
"Yes, life span, who is she asking for longevity?"
No wonder Wang Yan didn't expect that Grandma Zhang's life span had increased by one century to 92. He didn't think that the two people were begging for the same person, otherwise why didn't the fox just ask for two centuries.
I checked the people around Song Xi and found that no one else had this need.
What is so special about Zhang Cui? Why do people extend her life time and time again? Looking at what she does, there is nothing special about her. Wang Yan is also puzzled.
No matter what, you will know when the time comes. Wang Yan watched Song Xi disappear at the gate of the community, and his figure also disappeared.
Song Xi fell asleep as soon as she got home.
Li Liang also returned to his home, washed away the fatigue of the day, sat down and continued practicing.
Mo Ziyin watched as the lights in the house opposite went out, one body transformed into multiple bodies, and she entered the dreams of those close to the missing people.
Another week has passed, Song Xi has grown up amidst the ravages, and the waiting time outside the clinic has become less and less.
Song Xi had no harvest nearby, so after closing at night, he went to places dozens or hundreds of miles away to check for any clues.
With the help of "cloud", she released her spiritual consciousness on the cloud layer and covered the surrounding area, which saved her a lot of leg strength.
Nothing was found, except that in a deep mountain more than 300 miles away, there was an ancient tree of unknown age, lush and full of vitality.
The tree trunks were already hollow, but when Song Xi further explored, it seemed that he encountered an invisible barrier and could no longer penetrate deeper.
Song Xi once saw the ancient cypress in Xuanyuan Temple that was nearly 5,000 years old, and this one didn't fare much better than it.
Five thousand years, that's when Nuwa was mending the sky. In front of it, he could only be regarded as an ant, so Song Xi did not continue to detect it.
"Mr. Laoshu, er, Madam? Please help me find those missing ghosts as soon as possible. Grandma Zhang can't wait any longer." Song Xi bowed to the ancient tree and turned to leave.
The information Mo Ziyin found in the dream was similar to what they knew now, ruling out the suspicion of his relatives committing the crime.
While searching in the dream, I discovered some hidden things that only the person involved knew.
If some cases involve violating criminal laws, they will work with Li Liang to investigate and confirm and submit them to the judge.
Thanks to this, many unresolved cases were solved, and Wang Yan's eyes when he looked at Mo Ziyin became less cold and more wary.
It was another ordinary day. Old Lin was sitting on a chair, sipping tea and looking at Song Xi who was busy there.
"Old Lin, I'm a little unsure about this, please help me take a look." Song Xi shook his head.
The patient was overjoyed. Since the young doctor came to visit, the clinic fee was only a nominal fee. This was equivalent to an intern doctor's fee for seeing an expert.
Lao Lin walked over to take a pulse and took another look at Song Xi's diagnosis.
"You can touch it again, and then touch mine." Lao Lin also put his hand in front of Song Xi.
As soon as his hand touched Lao Lin's wrist, a familiar feeling came over him...
It feels like an ancient tree. With this strong vitality, could it be that...my cat can transform, but plants can’t transform?
Song Xi understood and looked at Lao Lin again.
When I touched the patient's veins in front of me, I felt like I was pressing them on a solid rock, and I clicked my fingers. This was... one of the most unique veins written in the book, the marble veins.
Song Xi glanced at Old Lin inquiringly, and Old Lin nodded slightly.
As if something was blocking her chest, Song Xi took a long breath.
He stood up, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.
"Oops, I have to go to the bathroom. Lao Lin, please help me." Song Xi held her stomach and walked out.
When I came out, I heard Lao Lin say: "There's nothing wrong with you, just go back and rest for two more days and you'll be fine." Then I heard the patient joking: "I'm not used to Dr. Lin being rude to others."
Something flowed out. For the first time, Song Xi faced the feeling of being helpless. For the first time, she really hoped that Lao Lin would scold her and tell her that she was wrong again and where was her brain.
When a patient is scolded by him, do you think you don't live long enough by tossing him like this?
Squatting on the edge of the square, watching the people coming and going around her, the goddess remained silent until the lanterns first came on.
When the clinic closed, Lao Lin took some food and drinks and squatted by the square with Song Xi.
"Old Lin." Song Xi called out, then stood up again, "Mr. Laoshu."
Lao Lin greeted her, and the two of them sat on chairs by the square.
I opened the drink and took a sip. It tasted like sour plum juice.
"What do you mean when you say your Grandma Zhang can't wait?"
Song Xi briefly talked about Grandma Zhang.
"Sincerity can make gold and stone open, I believe you can do it." Lao Lin comforted.
"How did you get here? You couldn't really have your mouth chopped off, right?" Song Xi asked after regaining his energy.
"That's about right." Lao Lin sighed.
Song Xi:?!
"I grew up in the mountains, and I didn't mess with anyone. One day, a frustrated young man came, and he couldn't think about it and he crouched on my tree."
"The young man wandered around in that area after he got drunk, and then one day a group of young people camping came there."
“There they were having fun, singing, dancing and taking pictures, and he also ran over to join in the fun.”
"Then his shadow appeared in the photo."
"It frightened the group of people, and finally recruited a powerful powerful man."
"The great leader asked me why I didn't stop that young man from committing suicide, and I said it was none of my business."
"In order to let the young man return to where he should be and at the same time give me a small punishment, the Great Neng teleported the young man and me here."
