Chapter 53 Long Huang
Murong Xue ignored him and put her hand on the old man's wrist to feel his pulse. As she felt the pulse, she frowned.
Release one hand and pull over the other.
After finishing it, he did it again, his brows furrowed even more.
She almost wanted to beat him up. What kind of doctor treated this old man? You gave him tonic medicine just because he was angry? He was trying to get rid of him.
"Who are you? Who let you in?" Du Jiang (nurse of the Yulong Villa medical team) walked over and shouted at Murong Xue.
This tone, this arrogant attitude, was as if she had broken into his treasure trove.
Hua Zhonghua (76-year-old Fifth Master Hua of the Hua family, a family of traditional Chinese medicine in the imperial capital) looked at Murong Xue's experienced pulse-taking skills, walked over with some curiosity, and asked, "Little girl, what did you find out?"
Du Jiang wanted to say something but was slapped aside by his grandfather. This grandson was a little too proud.
He came here to work because he wanted his grandson to learn more, but he didn't expect... Oh...
It's obvious that this little girl's technique of taking a pulse is not what a beginner should do.
After Hua Zhonghua asked this, other people came over and the two sides stopped arguing.
It was a rare moment of harmony as everyone gathered around the bed to watch Murong Xue's movements.
They also wanted to see what the little girl brought by the Seventh Master was capable of.
Treating the disease is not as simple as disassembling a pistol.
To be honest, those old guys were also shocked by the way this girl dismantled the pistol.
Murong Xue looked at the several leading figures. Should she speak or not?
Just as she was in a dilemma, the old man on the bed opened his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm suffocating. Why are you all surrounding me?"
As soon as he (Long Huang, Grand Marshal of China, 103 years old, 6th level of ancient martial arts internal strength) said this, everyone in the room stared at him with wide eyes.
After that, they all opened their mouths wide.
Cao Xueliang (81-year-old professor rehired by the Imperial Capital University of Chinese Medicine) took the lead in feeling his pulse, first checking one pulse and then that one.
Then he exclaimed: "How strange."
Hua Zhonghua also walked over to check the pulse, and after checking, he looked at Long Lao strangely. What's his complexion? Could it be? Then he shook his head and turned back to look at the little girl sitting quietly on the side.
But he heard Da Li scolding her for feeding the Marshal something.
"you……"
Before he could even ask a question, he was pushed away by Song Liangcai (76-year-old President of the China Association of Traditional Chinese Medicine) and Du Houpu (78-year-old Director of the Imperial Capital Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine).
The two of them fought together and almost pushed Hua Zhonghua to the ground.
The two men took Elder Long's wrists and felt his pulse. After feeling his pulse, they both said in shock at the same time: "Impossible!"
Several western doctors here also checked the instruments, and the results showed that everything was normal.
Everything is ok? No... No...
Several people rubbed their eyes in unison, opened them and looked again, everything was normal.
"Ah, Li Xiaocheng, your uncle..."
Song Xuegang (65 years old, internal medicine doctor at the Imperial Capital Military Region General Hospital) took a step back, covering the outside of his thigh and shouting.
Li Xiaocheng (Deputy Director of Imperial Capital Hospital and majoring in Internal Medicine and Surgery) looked at Song Xuegang and smiled, "Haha... well, I went to the wrong door. Sorry, sorry."
Song Xuegang glared at him and gritted his teeth: "Do you believe it?"
Murong Xue was watching these old men from the side. How could she have walked into the wrong door?
Ouch...she laughed to death.
Why do they feel like a bunch of funny guys? Er, old naughty boys would be more appropriate.
At this time, everyone reacted and looked at Murong Xue in unison.
Murong Xue was terrified by their stares. What was going on? Looking for a fight? She didn't hit old people...
Elder Long on the bed also noticed Murong Xue. Looking at the familiar face in his memory, his eyes turned red. He pulled Murong Xue's hand and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Jiu'er."
Murong Xue was brought back to reality by his call of Jiuer. She wanted to pull her hand away, but she couldn't. She could only let him hold it.
Seeing his face flushed with excitement, she quickly said, "Well, don't get excited. I used a secret medicine to snatch you from the hands of the King of Hell. Don't get excited. I don't have any secret medicine for you to take."
When Long Huang heard her playful tone, his eyes turned redder and he stared at her blankly and asked, "Are you the one who gave me the Dragon Box?"
Murong Xue nodded.
When Long Huang heard this, he rolled his eyes.
This frightened Murong Xue so much that she immediately climbed onto the bed, knelt beside Old Long, took out a silver needle and stabbed it into his philtrum. It was fast, fierce and accurate.
Seeing that Elder Long's eyelids moved a few times, Murong Xue said again: "Don't get excited, let's talk it over. Elder Long, take a deep breath, take a deep breath like this, take a deep breath."
Seeing that he still didn't open his eyes, Murong Xue gave him another small bottle of spiritual milk mixed with Longquan water, and said anxiously: "Wake up, please, don't hurt me, old man? I'm only 20, the age of a budding flower, I haven't lived enough yet."
She was really scared. She didn't want to die. She really didn't live enough.
Long Zhan looked at the girl riding on her little grandfather, his face terribly gloomy.
The others were so shocked by her action that they were speechless, as if they were under a spell of immobilization.
Just watching her operate it like this, this...
Murong Xue watched him recover and took out a large bottle of Longquan water from her backpack.
Just like when I fed him the medicine just now, I pinched his mouth and poured the medicine in.
Long Zhan's face was full of black lines: "..." Damn girl, don't choke me... Damn thing
Everyone was overwhelmed by her smooth movements.
Collective space travel state...
After feeding him the water, Murong Xue turned over and stood up, quickly helped him up and sat behind him, then she made a set of hand seals with both hands and patted the old man's back.
Then everyone saw Old Long, "Puff".
Looking at the ground again, I saw a large lump of bloody, yellow-green, sticky substance the size of an egg spurting out of Old Long's mouth.
"I was almost suffocating. Now I feel much better. I've never felt so good before," said Old Long, patting his chest.
As Cang Daoming came in after preparing the medicine, he just saw Murong Xue finish the hand seal action with both hands.
He ran over like a shadow, grabbed Murong Xue's wrist and asked in a cold tone, "Who are you? Why do you know the lost secret technique of my clan?"
Murong Xue's wrist was hurt by the old man who suddenly appeared. With such strength, the bones in her wrist were probably broken by him.