After doing all this, Chen Feiyu stretched out his finger to feel Mu Ling's pulse, and his expression gradually became "serious".
Mu Ling was startled and said nervously: "Chen...Mr. Chen, why are you so solemn...Do I have some incurable disease?"
Long Hanqiu laughed sarcastically: "I checked your pulse. There is no terminal disease at all. Don't be fooled by him. He is just trying to intercept some small tricks. I can see through it at a glance!"
Mu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I still trust Third Young Master Long's medical skills..."
"The consequences of trusting a quack doctor are very serious." Chen Feiyu shook his head, looking sad for his misfortune: "Just like now, you don't have much time left, and you still believe the quack doctor, thinking that you are just a precursor to a stroke.
Do you think it’s pitiful?”
"Am I about to die soon?" Mu Ling was shocked.
Long Hanqiu couldn't help laughing: "Everyone says that you, Chen Feiyu, have great medical skills. It turns out that without the 'Tianxing Nine Needles', it's just that. I checked Mu Linghao's pulse. He is indeed not healthy, but he is far away."
It’s far from being said that your life is about to end. Chen Feiyu, Chen Feiyu, your lifelong reputation will be ruined at the hands of our Long family!"
The movement on their side alarmed other people, who looked over and started talking.
Especially Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang and others who had been secretly paying attention to Chen Feiyu, when they heard Chen Feiyu said that Mu Ling was not going to die soon, they all showed shocked expressions. Although they had not checked Mu Ling's pulse, they could tell from Mu Ling's complexion.
From the looks of it, he doesn't look like someone who is about to die soon. What kind of trick is Chen Feiyu playing? Or is Chen Feiyu's medical skills not as high as the rumors say?
The patients who were queuing up behind Mu Ling and waiting for treatment also glared at Chen Feiyu, despising Chen Feiyu for being unreasonable and delaying their treatment time.
Wu Ruojun, on the other hand, looked at Chen Feiyu with great interest. Since Chen Feiyu said that Mu Ling was not going to die soon, he must have a point.
"What exactly does Chen Feiyu want to do?" Wu Qianqiu frowned and said: "Based on my understanding of Long Hanqiu, although he is a second-generation dude and his martial arts strength is not very good, he has made considerable achievements in the medical field. If
Mu Ling is about to die soon, so we shouldn't be able to hide it from him."
Wu Runyue said confidently: "I don't know why Feiyu said this. Let's just keep watching. I believe that the final outcome of the development will definitely slap Long Hanqiu hard!"
In the field, Chen Feiyu glanced at Long Hanqiu and said, "I will give you one last chance to take your pulse, re-diagnose Muling's physical condition, and make you convinced."
Long Hanqiu's laughter stopped suddenly, and he stared at Chen Feiyu, frowning tightly. Chen Feiyu was so confident, could it be that he had really made a wrong pulse reading? No, it was impossible. With his own medical skills, he would never make a mistake!
"Hmph, I'll take your pulse again and see how hard I slap you in the face!" Long Hanqiu sneered, sat on the chair again, and said haughtily to Mu Ling: "Stretch out your hand."
Mu Ling immediately stretched out his wrist and said respectfully: "Third Young Master Long, please."
Long Hanqiu put his hand on Mu Ling's wrist and took the pulse with great care.
Bai Ningshuang, Feng Yuxuan and others were also paying special attention, waiting for Long Hanqiu's results.
Chen Feiyu stood there with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, as if he was sure of victory.
After a moment, Long Hanqiu suddenly sneered, and his fingers left Mu Ling's wrist: "The Taiyin pulse is like Yang and slightly Yin floating, which is clearly a sign of stroke. Chen Feiyu, what else do you have to say?"
Feng Yuxuan, Bai Ningshuang and others immediately laughed. With Long Hanqiu's medical skills, it was impossible for the diagnosis to be wrong after taking the pulse twice in a row. Chen Feiyu had already lost.
Bai Jinghao and Long Jingzhou shook their heads repeatedly. They originally wanted to defeat Chen Feiyu in an upright manner, but they didn't expect Chen Feiyu to be so unbearable. He lost the bet with Long Hanqiu from the beginning, which was really disappointing.
Long Tianhao, on the other hand, frowned tightly. Even Hades and the Western Holy See were at a loss to deal with Chen Feiyu. Logically speaking, Chen Feiyu could not be defeated so easily. What trick was he playing?
In the field, Mu Ling was overjoyed: "So, apart from the fact that I'm about to have a stroke, I don't have any other terminal illness?"
"Of course not!" Long Hanqiu stood up again and said loudly: "Chen Feiyu lost. Come quickly and get some pens, inks, paper and inkstones. After Chen Feiyu writes out 'Nine Needles of Heaven's Movement' from memory, drive him away."
Go down to the Fairy Mountain!"
The many disciples of the Long family who were watching the battle suddenly responded and surrounded him like a tide, as if they were about to drive Chen Feiyu off Huaixian Mountain at the slightest disagreement.
This is the first time in the history of the competition between the four major families of the Ghost Doctor Sect that this kind of scene has appeared.
The atmosphere is tense and on the verge of breaking out!
"It's ridiculous, it's sad."
In front of everyone, Chen Feiyu shook his head and smiled, ignoring everyone around him.
Long Hanqiu sneered: "Chen Feiyu, you still want to be tough when you are about to die?"
"You have countless resources from the Long Family, a ghost doctor sect, and you should have superb medical skills, but you have made wrong diagnoses after taking your pulse twice in a row. Do you think it's ridiculous or sad?" Chen Feiyu said with unabashed sarcasm.
The expression on Long Hanqiu's face suddenly stiffened, and then he said angrily: "You said I was wrong?"
"Of course it's wrong, and it's so wrong!" Chen Feiyu raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you notice that the whites of Mu Ling's eyes were faintly glowing with a layer of cyan?"
"Impossible, I've checked with my own eyes..." Long Hanqiu immediately opened Mu Ling's upper eyelids, and was suddenly shocked. He took two steps back as if seeing a ghost, and exclaimed: "This... how is this possible?
"
Everyone suddenly looked surprised. Could it be that Chen Feiyu was right about Long Hanqiu's violent reaction?
An ominous premonition arose in the hearts of everyone in the Long family.
Feng Yuxuan lightly frowned, not even caring to continue to diagnose and treat the patient in front of her. She stood up and her silhouette flashed, bringing with it a gust of fragrant wind. She had already appeared in front of Mu Ling. She looked into Mu Ling's eyes and said in surprise: "
It is true that the eyes are blue, but this is not a sign of a stroke."
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar. So, Long Hanqiu was wrong?
Long Tianhao's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he was confused and puzzled. With Han Qiu's medical skills, he shouldn't have made such a mistake.
Chen Feiyu nodded to Feng Yuxuan, then looked at Long Hanqiu and said calmly: "What do you think? Are you convinced?"
"Impossible... I can't make such a small mistake. No, I have to check him again." Long Hanqiu immediately took a step forward and was about to take Mu Ling's pulse again.
Suddenly, a figure flashed in front of Long Hanqiu's eyes. Chen Feiyu had appeared in front of him, blocking the way. He immediately said angrily: "Chen Feiyu, what are you doing?"
Chen Feiyu said with a joking smile: "I gave you the last chance to take your pulse, but you didn't grasp it because you were not good at it, so you lost."
Long Hanqiu's face changed, and he became angry and said: "No, I still lose. Unless you cure his disease, I won't count as a loser!"