"Mr. Zhuo, I am going to give you a few injections. You must not use your strength to resist."
After looking around and asking many questions, Bianhe's brows were always furrowed in confusion, which made Zhuo Mufeng quite uneasy. If he had a 'stainless constitution', the other party shouldn't have such a reaction.
Hearing that needles would be used, Zhuo Mufeng was a little worried: "Doctor Bian, is my health okay?" He stared at Bian He closely, trying to read something from his face.
Huahua Feng on the side was also a little stunned. He suspected that there was an error in his previous guess and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
He knew how much the master cared about Zhuo Mufeng. If something really went wrong, the master would be so disappointed.
Bian He said solemnly: "Master Zhuo, from the current point of view, no symptoms have been found. However, some diseases are very latent and cannot be detected without any means. Don't worry too much. Life and death are determined by fate, and it should fall on you.
Yeah, you can't hide from it."
Damn it, are you trying to comfort people?
Of course Zhuo Mufeng knew that he was not sick, but being treated like this by the other party would frighten him into becoming sick even if he was not sick.
Huahua Feng said hurriedly: "Please ask the miracle doctor to take action." He also pointed to Zhuo Mufeng with his eyes, expressing that he wanted to listen to the miracle doctor's words.
In order to cooperate with the Sanjiang Alliance and successfully break in as soon as possible, Zhuo Mufeng had no choice but to let Bian He do what he did. In fact, he was murmuring in his heart, and he was increasingly worried that his "untainted physique" would be exposed.
The old man opened the medicine box, twisted a thin needle, burned it in the candlelight for a while, and then quickly penetrated Zhuo Mufeng's body to a key point, many times in a row, with extremely precise and sophisticated techniques, without any tremors.
After a total of thirty-two needles were inserted, Bian He's eyes were as bright as a sword and he looked directly at Zhuo Mufeng: "Did you feel anything unusual?"
This look made Zhuo Mufeng realize that the answer was crucial.
But the problem is that he has no idea how Wugou's physique will react when encountering such a situation. However, this answer is very likely to affect whether he can successfully enter the Sanjiang League and his status after entering.
How to answer this?
Zhuo Mufeng forced himself to calm down, his eyes did not flicker, and he said vaguely: "I can't tell clearly."
Bian He's old eyes widened and he looked shocked: "Is your body numb slightly, but the feeling is very subtle, as if it is not there?"
What does this expression mean?
Zhuo Mufeng had a grimace on his face and had no choice but to act like a living doctor: "It seems, right."
The light in Bianhe's eyes skyrocketed, and the light emitted from his cloudy old eyes seemed to illuminate the entire courtyard at this moment. He breathed a little heavier and asked again: "Now, how do you feel?"
What a bullshit feeling!
Zhuo Mufeng was just thinking about what to say when Bian He immediately asked: "You are sweating on your forehead. Is it because there is heat rising in the palms of your hands, the soles of your feet, and in all five parts of your head?"
The so-called sweating on his forehead was actually Zhuo Mufeng's anxious reaction that he didn't know how to answer.
Huahua Feng quickly stretched out his hand to touch it and said blankly: "There is no feeling of heat. It's normal."
"You know what the hell, this is the fire of nothingness, outsiders can't sense it!"
Bianhe shouted solemnly.
Zhuo Mufeng was afraid that the old man would ask any more questions, so he simply borrowed a donkey to go downhill and said in shock: "Miracle doctor, is there really something wrong with my body?"
Bianhe's expression had become dull and his eyes became cloudy again. Hearing this, he pulled out the silver needle on Zhuo Mufeng's body, put the box away, without saying a word, picked up the medicine box and prepared to leave.
Zhuo Mufeng pulled the other person and was really nervous: "No, miracle doctor, what is going on? You should give me an accurate answer."
Huahua Feng also looked at each other and held his breath. Could it be that the master and the others had guessed wrong. Brother Zhuo Xian didn't have a clean constitution, but was really...sick?
Bianhe looked Zhuo Mufeng up and down, shook his head, sighed, pushed Zhuo Mufeng away, and walked away without saying a word.
Huahua Feng signaled to Zhuo Mufeng to be calm, saying he would give him an explanation, and quickly followed him, apparently asking for more details.
"What's this called?"
I thought it was just a simple inspection, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Zhuo Mufeng was speechless.
But he couldn't help but worry, and he didn't even have time to think about whether the lie of 'stainless constitution' had been exposed. Looking at the old man's appearance, it seemed that there was something wrong with his body.
Could it be that eating medicinal materials cultivated in medicinal soil caused changes in the body? This is not impossible.
The more Zhuo Mufeng thought about it, the more he thought it was. His face was so ugly that he didn't even notice Du Yuehong who walked into the courtyard ready to tease him every day.
…
Wu Mansion, inside the study.
Wu Guanting sat on the wooden chair with his eyes slightly closed.
Opposite the desk, on the left side, sat the shadow Gu Mengtang, minding his own drinking.
On the right is a fair-faced, straight-featured man in a turban, holding a feather fan. This man has an elegant temperament, but there is a three-inch long scar on the left side of his face, which ruins the overall feeling.
If there are people here who are familiar with the Sanjiang League, they can definitely guess that this gentleman must be Wu Guanting's most relied-upon think tank, the Three-Hearted Yama Tower Linxuan.
From the leader of the Sanjiang League, there are two guards, four envoys, and ten hall leaders.
Gu Mengtang is one of the two guards.
As for Lou Linxuan, one of the fourth envoys, he is the general person in charge of the Sanjiang Alliance in the northern martial arts world. He is in charge of all matters and has such great power that he can be said to be less than one person and more than ten thousand people in the alliance.
On the other hand, it can also be seen that Wu Guanting trusts Lou Linxuan and is an absolute confidant.
This time Lou Linxuan happened to return to Gusu City. After reporting the northern affairs to Wu Guanting in his study, he saw that Wu Guanting just nodded and gave no other instructions. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart and knew that something had happened.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Wu Guanting opened his eyes.
The visitors were none other than Huafeng and Bianhe.
When Huahua Feng saw Lou Linxuan, he was obviously surprised and surprised. He first saluted his master, and then called Uncle Lou and Uncle Gu in turn.
Lou Linxuan smiled back, while Gu Mengtang was still drinking.
Wu Guanting asked: "How?"
The voice was calm, but there was clearly a hint of unnoticeable trembling, which shocked Lou Linxuan, who was familiar with Wu Guanting.
Huahua Feng smiled bitterly and looked at Bian He. No matter how he asked him on the way here, the latter just didn't say a word, which made him very nervous now and eager to know the answer.
Wu Guanting thumped, and intuitively felt that something was not going well. He smiled and looked at Bian He: "Doctor Bian, I wonder what the outcome will be?"
Bianhe finally opened his mouth: "Leader, that kid doesn't have a clean constitution at all."
There was a moment of dead silence in the study.
Wu Guanting could not hide his deep disappointment, and his expression became stiff for a moment.
Gu Mengtang paused slightly while drinking, then continued drinking.
When Lou Linxuan heard the words "Wugou Physique", he was stunned for a moment. When he heard the next words, he looked at the alliance leader and Gu Mengtang, thoughtfully.
Huawei Peak was also a little disappointed.
He deeply understood the significance of a clean constitution to his master and even the Sanjiang Alliance. Although he was helpless, the matter was at this point and it was useless to think about it. He quickly asked another question of concern: "Is Zhuo Mufeng's health in serious condition?"
Bianhe shook his head: "That's not true."
Huahua Feng breathed a sigh of relief, but saw that Bian He still had a solemn expression. Thinking of Bian He's appearance when he left the Mozhu Gang, he felt uneasy again: "Miracle Doctor, could it be that you still have something to say?"
Bian He stroked his white beard with his hand and said with emotion: "That boy is not a clean constitution, but he has a clean constitution that is even rarer than a clean constitution. A clean constitution, haha, I have been walking around the world for many years, and this is the first time I have seen him."
"puff!"
Gu Mengtang sprayed a mouthful of wine on the desk, soaking a large piece of paper.
But Wu Guanting had no time to pay attention at this time.
When he first heard Bian He's words, he was extremely disappointed. He only felt his ears roaring and his body tensed slightly. His empty heart was immediately replaced by a surge of emotions, and he stared at Bian He unblinkingly.