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Qiantang, Liang Mansion, and Jiang Chen came to visit for the second time. It was Liang Chuan who invited him. However, as the inviter, the mood of the two invitations was completely different. Especially, the servant behind him was still carrying his The cousin who is still in a coma is Liang Lian, the eldest son of Prince Liang's palace.
At this time, Qin Muzhi and other famous doctors who treated Liang Siyuan had not yet left. When they saw Jiang Chen walking into the hall again, they all couldn't help but change their expressions. Everyone's face changed. Everything seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and his face looked horribly ugly:
As famous doctors and masters, they are not optimistic about the strange cold disease. Can a wandering Taoist priest who travels around the world and sells plasters do it? Could it be said that their medical skills are not as high as those of a wandering Taoist priest
At this moment, everyone felt that they had been greatly insulted, especially Qin Muzhi. He was invited by Mrs. Liang personally, and he also drove away the wandering Taoist priest. However, now he was invited back by the Liang family. , and this was under the premise that he and a group of famous doctors failed to cure Liang Siyuan's illness.
However, although he felt humiliated and angry in his heart, he did not speak at this moment, and neither did the other doctors, because it was not the time to speak yet.
A person like Jiang Chen can naturally clearly sense the resentment these people have towards him, but he obviously doesn't care about it. After all, as a strong man, there is no need to care about a group of weak people who are not a threat to him. It's like a person doesn't care about an ant at all.
Following Liang Chuan to the inner room, Jiang Chen clearly felt a strong cold air and four unusual and magical auras.
God Juntian played music, the Eight Trigrams furnace of time, the mutton-fat jade bottle and the fire god bead that was still placed on Liang Siyuan, the four treasures of Prince Liang's house. Jiang Chen did not expect that things were far simpler than he imagined. Originally, he He thought that if he wanted to get these four rare treasures, he would have to let Liang Mansion make a fuss about Liang Lian and plan with Prince Liang Mansion. Now, he only needs to take away these four rare treasures and the Hanyue Orb. As for the rest Let the Liang family argue with Prince Liang's family about the matter. He wanted to see, for the man named Liang, which was more important, brotherhood or the four rare treasures
Following the breath of the Fire God Pearl, Jiang Chen looked toward the bed. The first thing he saw was naturally Mrs. Liang who was guarding the bedside. At this moment, her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she had cried not long ago.
Sensing Jiang Chen's gaze, Mrs. Liang quickly stood up, bowed to Jiang Chen, and said apologetically: "Prince Zhiqiu, I'm really sorry just now. Please know that Priest Qiu thinks that I am an ignorant woman." For people’s sake, don’t place too many blames.”
"It doesn't matter." Jiang Chen responded nonchalantly. In fact, he really didn't care, just like he didn't care about those so-called famous doctors, because from the beginning, the two sides were not on the same level. There is no need for him to waste his emotions.
I'm afraid only she herself knew how sincere Mrs. Liang's apology was. Seeing the expression on Jiang Chen's face as if he really didn't care, she couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said sincerely: "The Taoist priest has a large number, which is admirable. I have to ask the Taoist priest to take more care of my husband-in-law's illness."
"Easy to say, easy to say." Jiang Chen responded with a bit of joking: "As the saying goes, using people's money to eliminate disasters has made the young master pay a huge price as medical fees. Naturally, I will go all out to try to solve the problem in the shortest possible time. Within a few days, we will cure Magistrate Liang’s strange cold disease.”
When Mrs. Liang heard this, she immediately felt relieved, but when she spoke, she was still very polite and courteous: "In that case, then I will see what the Taoist priest does."
"Yes." Jiang Chen nodded and waved: "Please step aside, Madam, so that Pindao can take a good look at Magistrate Liang's pulse and see his specific situation."
"Okay, Taoist priest, please." Mrs. Liang quickly stepped aside, revealing the patient lying on the hospital bed. He was a middle-aged man. He was Liang Chuan's father, Liang Siyuan, the prefect of Hangzhou. At this moment, he was quietly Lying quietly on the bed, he was covered with five or six layers of silk quilts. His whole body was still exuding a strong cold air, and the temperature of the entire room dropped to an alarming low.
Slowly stepping forward, Jiang Chen immediately took in Liang Siyuan's appearance on the bed. He looked about forty or fifty years old. He was thin, skinny, with deep-set eyes, and his long hair was covered with crystals. Hanshuang, his face was livid with no trace of blood, and he looked very sick, almost on his deathbed.
"well... ... ... "
He couldn't help but sigh. Although he expected that Liang Siyuan's condition would be very serious after the cold energy broke out, he did not expect that Liang Siyuan's condition would be so serious. "To describe it in four words, it is definitely better than anything else.
Jin Shang sat down next to the bed. Jiang Chen then stretched out a hand and pressed it on Liang Siyuan's pulse. The more he checked the pulse, the more he couldn't help but shake his head: "This guy, It was truly extraordinary misfortune. He accidentally triggered the cold energy contained in the Hanyue Orb and became seriously ill. Moreover, he also gave a group of so-called famous doctors a mess of treatments. Although they prescribed all the right medicines, However, it is undoubtedly a fantasy to use mortal means to heal the wounds caused by the rare treasures of heaven and earth.
Although those medicines and methods had some effects, their greater effect was to stimulate the cold energy from the Hanyue Orb to spread faster and faster, especially when they used the Four Treasures of Prince Liang's Mansion to treat it. Because they were mortals and could not activate the true power of the exotic treasure, so instead of being able to cure the disease, the cold energy in Liang Siyuan's body completely exploded, forcing him to the point where he was on the verge of life and death.
A slight deviation from the intersection of life and death means death. If you want to live, you can only stay at that point quietly and wait for God to give you life.
Liang Siyuan's vitality was the Fire God Bead. Jiang Chen saw it clearly. If someone hadn't accidentally placed the Fire God Bead, one of the four treasures of Prince Liang's Mansion, on Liang Siyuan's chest, then at this moment, he would have been there. He died.
So what if he is the prefect of Hangzhou? So what if you have power? In the face of life, old age, illness and death, everything is so fragile and vulnerable.
He has encountered such a situation more than once, but until now, every time he encounters it, he can't help but sigh for it, which strengthens his determination to seek immortality.
Mrs. Liang and Liang Chuan, mother and son, were staring at Jiang Chen. Seeing Jiang Chen step forward, he sighed before feeling Liang Siyuan's pulse. They couldn't help but trembled, and their hearts suddenly trembled. It was like being hung by a thread and lifted tightly.
"Could it be..." Unfinished guesses, unbelievable guesses, at this moment, Mrs. Liang and Liang Chuan were extremely nervous. In a daze, they felt an unprecedented terrifying despair. It felt like the vision in front of them was starting to dim, as if a dark cloud was hanging over their heads.
"Mother!" Silently comforting, Liang Chuan gently held one of Mrs. Liang's hands. At this moment, he did not dare to say anything, for fear of disturbing Jiang Chen's pulse diagnosis for Liang Siyuan. He could only use this method to give his mother some comfort.
Mrs. Liang also resisted and did not dare to speak out, but the sadness in her eyes was like a torrent that burst the embankment and could no longer be stopped. Her tears surged, so sad that she was silent, and her heart hurt so much that her heart throbbed. The dripping tears flowed along the The cheeks fell to the ground drop by drop, shattering into pieces, as if their last hope was shattered into pieces.
Jiang Chen was not unaware of the sad and desperate expressions of Mrs. Liang and Liang Chuan's mother and son, but he did not care. For him, instead of spending time caring about unnecessary people and things, it is better to concentrate and think I wonder if there is any simple and convenient treatment method to save people.
After a while, he released his hand from taking the pulse. Before he could stand up, he heard Liang Chuan Manhan ask nervously: "Master Zhiqiu, how is my father's condition now?"
"It's very serious. The coldness has been drawn and broke out. To put it bluntly, your father is already terminally ill." With a simple word, Mrs. Liang and Liang Chuan's mother and son were immediately thrown into an endless hell. However, immediately after, He heard Jiang Chen change his tone and said: "However, you don't need to be sad all the time. Speaking of it, it is good luck for you. You came to see me as soon as possible after the onset of the disease. Therefore, although the patient's life hangs by a thread, But after all, it is not completely out of balance, so I can still try to save it..."