After Rong Yu left, Rong Xian raised her head, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but a hint of sadness in her clear eyes.
She sighed: "Everything is fate, and no one can help it."
Her voice was like the Sanskrit chanting emanating from a Buddhist temple, so light, so faint, and there seemed to be a faint echo in the air, as if the Buddha sighed with pity for all things in the world.
Just like the holy monk without self, even if he abandons his Buddha, he cannot save the girl he loves.
As for her, she couldn't save Amei at first, and she can't save Emperor Rong now.
Rong Xian is not a god, how can she do things that so many strong people can't do.
After Rong Yu stepped into this world, he would slowly get used to the separation of life and death.
Rong Xian lowered her head and continued to write the prescription.
The only thing she can do is to protect the sincere people for Emperor Rong.
Not far away, Shu Lao and Qi Lao sighed, their expressions faintly filled with regret.
"People's hearts can be used." Shu Lao murmured.
Qi Lao smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that God is jealous."
Emperor Rong was too good, his talent and understanding were so terrifying that even the heavens were jealous, so he let him die early, and he didn't want to let him go on the road of longevity and detachment.
Suddenly, an old man dressed in wealth and benevolent eyes quietly sat across from Rong Xian, not even Shu Lao and Qi Lao did not notice.
When Rong Xian put down her pen, she discovered the existence of this person. A trace of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly disappeared.
This unremarkable old man turned out to be a strong man.
"Is the old gentleman seeing a doctor?" Rong Xian asked warmly.
The old man consciously put his hand on the pulse pillow on the table, and the old voice could not hear the slightest emotion: "I was seriously injured a hundred years ago, and I thought I had recovered, but who would have thought that the dark disease is still there, please help Dr. Rong to help me. I'll see."
Rong Xian's fingertips moved slightly, and the gold thread on her wrist flew out immediately and wrapped around the old man's wrist.
The old man was stunned for a moment. He was still hanging a wire to diagnose the pulse at such a close distance. Could it be the doctor's quirk
He didn't know that this was just a simple precaution for Rong Xian.
Others send their own lifeline to Rong Xian. To a certain extent, when Rong Xian takes the pulse, their own lifeline is also sent to others.
Of course Rong Xian would not be relieved. She would not gamble on the goodness of human nature.
Rong Xian sat calmly with her brows and eyes, her fingertips gently pressed on the silk thread, and a weak Yuan force drilled into the old man's body along the silk thread.
After the old man sensed it, he hurriedly let go of his guardian Yuan force, lest the weak doctor would be stunned by his own Yuan force.
Rong Xian nodded slightly towards the old man to express her gratitude, and then closed her eyes to investigate carefully.
After half a column of incense, Rong Xian's wrist moved slightly, and the golden thread loosened the old man's wrist and returned to Rong Xian's hand.
The old man's body is indeed as he said, and there is a dark disease inside.
This dark disease is not a scar, but a feeling of gloom and heaviness.
After this force froze the old man's body and lungs, it slowly collapsed.
If it weren't for the old man's cultivation base, who had been fighting with all his strength to resist, he would have already lost his life.
But this is also the limit. The old man couldn't hold it anymore, so he came to her for medical treatment with the thought of using a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Rong Xian carefully felt the powerful force of the cold, and a faint light flashed in her eyes.
It has the characteristics of heavy and cold at the same time, and Xuanming heavy water can't be wrong.
This is really nowhere to go.
When Rong Xian raised her head, the color of her eyes had changed back to clear and gentle.
"Old gentleman, this injury can be cured." Rong Xian said gently.
The old man stood up suddenly, very excited.
It can be cured, it can be cured.
For so many years, he thought that he could only wait to die slowly. Who knew that the twists and turns, and there was a silver lining when he was about to die.
The old man tried his best to calm down, and then he said apologetically to Rong Xian: "Please don't blame Dr. Rong, it's my gaffe."
Rong Xian shook her head and said with a look of understanding: "Sir, before he recovers, remember to be happy and sad. When you are well, anything is fine."
The old man nodded, a big smile appeared on his face involuntarily, and the haze in his eyes completely dissipated.
Rong Xian took the package on the table, which contained silver needles.
She was about to give the old man acupuncture, but out of the corner of her eye she saw that the medicine on the stove was ready.
She put down the silver needle, and just turned around to pour the medicine into the bowl, a figure rushed in quickly, and skillfully lifted the casserole and poured the concoction into the bowl on the side.
With a flick of his hand, the hot concoction became warm and cool.
He picked up the medicine bowl and walked to the patient who was sitting in the corner not far away, and handed the medicine bowl to him.
The curvature of Rong Xian's mouth slowly rose a lot, and Yu'er still figured it out.
Rong Xian was relieved and her expression became serious.
She picked up the silver needle and walked in front of the old man, and quickly stabbed the needle on the old man with both hands, locking the cold and powerful force.
When her mind moved, the Shui Lingzhu released a strong light in the sea of consciousness.
The power in the old man's body seemed to feel something, and it seemed that there was a sign of breaking out of the body.
The severe pain made the old man's face turn pale in an instant, and the hand on the wooden table was clenched tightly, with blue veins sticking out.
But even so, he still held back.
Pain means effective, effective is good, what he is most afraid of is that there is no movement.
Seeing that the old man was distracted by the pain, Rong Xian lowered his eyes, and a drop of clear and flawless water condensed on his fingertips.
This drop of water contains a strong Yuan force, which is coveted.
With the appearance of this drop of water, the hidden power in the old man's body became even more turbulent.
Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and she suddenly reached out and patted the old man's back, a silver needle drilled directly into his body, and the blood flowed along the meridians to the affected area.
With the traction of this silver needle, Rong Xian's fingertips swiped on the old man's back, and the silver needle turned downward with her movements, exuding a faint water vapor, dividing the wound into two.
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth was slightly raised, and a water-colored light flickered in her eyes. She stretched out her hand and pulled it into the air, and the silver needle flew out of the body with half the power of coldness.
Just as Rong Xian reached out to hold the silver needle, her body fell down involuntarily.
It was only half a drop of water, and it was so heavy that it almost pierced her palm.
"Teacher!" Rong Yu, who was always watching Rong Xian, rushed over immediately.
But the old man reacted faster. He found that Dr. Rong was unsteady and fell to the ground, and hurriedly threw out a force to lift him up.
Rong Xian used all her strength to hold the silver needle, and her hand under the long sleeve quickly formed seals, locking that power on the silver needle, and then without a trace, she put the silver needle into the mustard seed space. Only then did he raise his head and said, "Don't worry, old man, I'm just exhausted and tired."
But the old man didn't think so when he looked at her pale face, and felt the long-lost relaxation and warmth in his body, he knew that this Doctor Rong really had a way to cure his dark disease.
The old man at this time was most afraid of Rong Xian's accident. He hurriedly said, "Doctor Rong can rest. I have been waiting for a hundred years, so don't worry about these long days."
Shui Lingzhu: Don't hide in other people's bodies, come on, come out and make waves, you little goblin
(End of this chapter)