Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 165 Asking and Prescribing Medicine

Mu Xiyin was slightly dazed, she had heard the title of "Taoist born in vain" for a long time, but she didn't expect to actually see it today.

She used to... never thought of coming to this dream building.

It really is unpredictable.

The girl sighed silently, and Mu Xici carefully observed her elder sister's expression, seeing her sigh, thought she was remembering her illness that had dragged on for an unknown number of years, so she hurriedly led her a few steps inward.

"Sister, please be more careful." The little girl lowered her voice and helped her walk to the wide table.

"I've met Mr.." The two sisters faced the heavy curtain and blessed themselves together. Mu Xici pulled out the big chair and helped Mu Xiyin to sit down.

He Ling behind the curtain looked at the two beautiful figures and raised his brows slightly. He imitated the way Mu Xici taught him that day, flicked his sleeves, and recited the sound of the Dharma.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun." He Ling said, according to the script that Mu Xici gave him, before sister Mu Xiyin could speak, he pointed out the purpose of the two people's visit, "Looking at the expressions of the two, I want to come to ask the doctor today. Is this the young lady in the chair?"

"That's right." Mu Xiyin nodded lightly. Mu Xici wanted to speak, but her elder sister pushed her behind her.

"Sir, my daughter has been weak and sick since she was a child, and she has been lingering on the sick bed for several months." Mu Xiyin said, her voice was soft and ethereal, "In the past, my father took my daughter to search for good doctors all over the world, and tried countless decoctions. , but it is still unclear.”

"My sister heard that Mr. is a great talent, has the ability to rejuvenate, and has superb medical skills, even more so than the world's apricot forest master."

"My little girl knew that this disease was born in the womb, and she didn't have the slightest hope for this disease, but she couldn't persuade my sister, so she came here." The girl said, her voice was deep, "Now, the little girl's body is here."

"But I don't know according to Mr., the little girl is suffering from illness, but there is still hope?"

Mu Xiyin talked for a long time on the phone in one breath, and she was a little tired after speaking. Seeing this, Mu Xici hurriedly stepped forward to gently follow her back, but her heart was filled with bitterness.

Good guy, no wonder Sister really didn't break her word after she promised, she was waiting for her here.

She obviously didn't trust that "Taoist's presumptuous life", and even reached the top floor of Mengsheng Building, she still wanted to speak out to test him.

Mu Xici was sure that as long as He Ling who was pretending to be her behind the screen dared to show a little bit of timidity at this time, or if she couldn't answer a sentence smoothly, her elder sister would turn around and leave without hesitation.

Fortunately, they had made enough preparations. She had carefully revised the lines and prescriptions several times, and left many temporary plans; He Ling also faced all kinds of dignitaries all year round. Easy to handle.

——After repeated hopes and disappointments, Ajie really despaired of her illness.

The little girl lowered her eyes halfway, and He Ling behind the screen didn't change her expression, and calmly figured out the plan: "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Miss Mu, please be safe and don't be impatient."

"Whether your disease can be cured or not, I need to see the poor Taoist to know." He Ling's tone was neither urgent nor slow, the voice was still pinched, and he couldn't tell the difference between male and female or old and young.

"What the master said is that the little girl is anxious." Mu Xiyin responded, seeing that there was no trace of panic in the voice, she softened her expression slightly, "But I don't know what the master wants to think?"

"Just ask the doctor by hanging the silk." The corners of He Ling's lips curled up slightly. He raised his hand and twirled his fingers to pop out a hair-like slender gold thread. On the girl's slender and pale wrist.

"Miss, please put your hands on the wrist pillow." He Ling shrank lazily into the chair. He is an adult man, not a ten-year-old child like Mu Xici, so he doesn't need to straighten up deliberately. The body can be as comfortable as it can be.

"Sister, here is the wrist pillow." Mu Xici took the wrist pillow, and glanced faintly behind the curtain. The shadow on the screen moved. Don't think she didn't know that He Ling, the iron rooster, was being lazy again. .

Damn, when people do fortune-telling, she really wants to collapse into a chair, but she can't—

She is too short, and with the help of her clothes and shadows, she can barely look like an adult. If she is sitting like He Ling, she will be exposed if she meets her face.

...Speaking of which, she seems to be the shortest one among the people she knows.

Grand Master Mu suddenly felt very hurt. She help her elder sister's wrist to be padded, and then briefly checked the gold thread tied on her wrist to confirm that everything is correct. Behind Xiyin.

At this moment, Mu Xiyin's eyes were locked tightly to the gold thread on her wrist, so she didn't notice this little abnormality in her.

Mu Xici took the opportunity to be a little presumptuous, shook his hand at the young man on the other side of the desk, and gestured for him to take his pulse.

Seeing that gesture, Heling recalled for no reason the pain that covered his body that day, he shivered subconsciously, sat up straight in a hurry, and felt his pulse in a decent manner.

The golden thread hanging in mid-air trembled slightly, Mu Xiyin felt a slight itching and numbness at the pulse point, after a while the golden thread was suddenly retracted, and she also immediately retracted it.

"Sir, how is it?" Mu Xiyin closed her eyes and straightened her sleeves, quietly waiting for the Taoist's reply.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Miss's disease is indeed caused by fetal belt." He Ling sighed.

Mu Xiyin's pulse condition was so weak that even a person with a little knowledge of medicine felt panicked. No wonder the Duke took her to seek medical treatment for many years, but she couldn't be cured.

If you put it in the eyes of ordinary people, it is no different from the fact that there is no cure.

That is Miss Namu, who is proficient in Xuanmen Yishu and holds Taoist medical principles, so she can find these prescriptions that he has never seen or heard of.

"So?" The girl raised her eyebrows lightly. After all these years, she was tired of hearing about her illness.

She wants to know now, is there any way for this Taoist to cure her illness——

Mu Xiyin pursed her lips, and her pale, almost transparent lips became pale as paper, her hands on her knees suddenly clenched into fists, and the hem of her clothes wrinkled from her grasp.

Mu Xici held her shoulder calmly, and shook his head slightly at her: "Sister."

"No problem." Mu Xiyin closed her eyes, and the person on the other side of the curtain finally made a movement: "It's a bit tricky."

The girl's complexion turned pale.

"But it's not completely hopeless." He Ling bent his eyes, grabbed the rice paper on the table, picked up a pen and quickly copied down the prescriptions, "Miss, don't panic, wait for the poor doctor to prescribe two medicines."

Not... not totally hopeless?
Mu Xiyin was slightly startled, her beautiful black pupils shrank suddenly, it had been so many years... so many years, this was the first time she heard someone tell her "it's not completely hopeless".

"Sir, what do you mean..." Her lips trembled uncontrollably, and her usual gentle voice trembled - she, what else did she have?

"It means that your illness can be cured." After copying the prescription, He Ling dried the ink on the paper, folded the prescription neatly, and slid it out along the small slit under the screen. .

"Take these two medicines in the morning and at night, once a day. Take them for a month first, and then continue to take them after seeing the effect."

"Miss Mu, your disease came from your mother's womb. If you want to cure it, you have to take this medicine for a year or so. After the medicine has completely lost its effect, you come here again, and I will change the follow-up prescription for you."

　Unlucky Heling, the strong man will also be scolded

　　
　
(End of this chapter)