After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Jiang Su frowned and remained silent, thinking to himself.

The emotion when he spoke made me feel that he was suffering from some incurable disease... But when I took his pulse before, I didn't find any incurable disease.

His body was indeed weak, but it was just pure weakness.

The accumulation of cold and dampness in his body should not keep him in this weak state for decades or even centuries.

Jiang Su imagined this and vaguely guessed that there was a lot of inside information.

I can't just impulsively say for sure that I will be able to cure it. The diseases of monks are much easier to follow than the patterns of ordinary people.

"Let's go. After returning to your Sword Sect, you can come directly to our residence."

Qi Wu heard that Jiang Su didn't refuse, which meant she agreed.

----

After a stick of incense.

In the room, the two of them were sitting opposite each other on the floor, one of them occupying a futon, while Fang Zhe was holding his own Zhanhan Broken Sword, standing alone in the courtyard, looking a little lonely.

"Tell me, there must be a cause, what is it." Jiang Su sat cross-legged and straightened his back, with a solemn expression.

Now that the sun was setting, Qi Wu took the initiative to light a candle.

His voice came softly.

"I fell into water once when I was young. This water is the cold water used to temper swords in the sect. There are few cold water in the world. Since then, my body has been far worse than before, and my spiritual orifice has become even more... It took more time and effort than ordinary people.”

"The speed of cultivation is far inferior to that of several other brothers. Even...even my seventh sister Zhizhi, after opening her spiritual aperture, it took several years for her cultivation to far surpass mine."

"Now I am the lowest among the seven of us."

Qi Wu smiled silently. As the fifth eldest brother, he was born decades, even nearly a hundred years earlier than his own bloodline.

But his cultivation level was indeed at the bottom, and he was even treated with pity and pity from them all day long.

In just a few days of getting along with Jiang Su, he felt very comfortable, whether it was her sudden attack on him or her pushing him to the point of death.

Qi Wu felt that everything was equal.

He saw no mercy in the blind man's eyes, nor could he feel the burning pity in the man's cold attitude.

"You still have something to hide?" Jiang Su asked coldly, her face was serious and even a little bored.

This man sought medical treatment, but kept his illness history vague.

"What? Mr. Qi Wu, do you want me to guess? You said the cause of the disease was water. How long did you stay in the water?"

"Also, do you know that you already have the bud of inner demons?"

After hearing this, Qi Wu was slightly startled and said to himself:
"Inner demons... I really should have inner demons."

Jiang Su suddenly broke out at this moment. She grabbed Qi Wu's collar angrily and asked: "I ask you how long you have been in the water?!! After you fell into the water, you flopped a few times and then left the water. , there will never be such a root cause of the disease?! What are you hiding? If you don’t tell everything clearly, how can I give you the cure?!"

Medical practice is not just a type of doctor among monks.

Whether it is in this world or in the world of cultivation, it has its own deep-seated reasons for its existence.

Doctors, first heal the heart and then the disease. Among the thousands of children in the world, the heart disease is the most difficult to cure!

Qi Wu was so secretive, it was clear that something was wrong in his heart, but he was not unwilling to talk to Jiang Su.

Firstly, he did not regard Jiang Su purely as a medical practitioner, and secondly, he did not regard Jiang Su as a teammate or a friend!

What Jiang Su hates is that this person clearly deliberately designed to have an unusual friendship with him, but he is also timid and unwilling to accept his own past.

She now understands that Qi Wu is really timid.

"I..." Qi Wu choked up as he spoke.

"Three numbers, if you don't tell me, I will strangle you to death, and you won't need to treat the disease, so as not to smear my medical name, Jiang Su." "It's not me, Jiang Su, that you don't accept, but yourself."

The girl in green knelt down and leaned forward. She pinched Qi Wu's neck with both hands and wanted to crush the bones in it.

Her fingers were cold, and the flesh of the man's neck was also cold when she pinched it.

How could someone be so cold yet pretend to wear warm clothes?
He Qi Wu can't even be called hot. He is warm on the outside and cold on the inside, as cold as ice.

The monk in white clothes huddled in the corner. The suffocating feeling of imminent death suffocated his forehead and went straight down to his nasal cavity. The pressure on his neck was like a lock, locking up his blood, spiritual energy, his...

past.

The cold fingertips touch another person's cold.

Qi Wu's slender knuckles touched her wrist, and he struggled and shook his head.

"……just kill me."

"..."

Jiang Su was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth suddenly turned up, and his voice was sweet and gentle: "Okay."

True to her word, her men worked harder and harder, and she really looked like she was going to kill this man.

Qi Wu's eyes were in a trance. He couldn't see the blind man's eyes clearly. Tears were aroused from the corners of his eyes. He raised his head and tears flowed down his cheeks. He straightened his thin white neck. His clothes were messy and flowed into his collarbone.

He is like a white swan in a lotus pond.

Brother, if I am about to die, will you come to me?

Brother, if I become a cold corpse, will you regret it...

"Boom-"

Between the sleeves of the monk in white, a silver blade fell to the ground and rolled down at the feet of the two of them.

"..."

Silent.

The next moment, Jiang Su suddenly let go of his hand and turned around to pick up the small silver blade at his feet.

"It seems you are disappointed." Jiang Su said calmly.

Her fingers touched the silver blade, and her fingertips traced the texture of the handle.

"Well... you and I are both disappointed."

Jiang Su sat cross-legged on the futon again, upright, playing with the silver blade in his hand. After getting bored, he stretched out his hand again and handed it to Qi Wu.

"When you are dying, will this thing glow or absorb spiritual energy? I don't feel any change in the spiritual energy around you. Is it because your brother didn't feel your situation, or did he not plan to come?"

Qi Wu took it, his eyes were solemn and painful, and the sadness and bitterness almost gathered around him to form a unique aura.

"It glows...it glows, but everything is as usual. It seems that my brother...has no intention of coming."

Jiang Su was surprised and said: "You brother, you can't do it. I gave you something and said I was coming to save you in times of crisis, but in the end, I didn't keep my word."

"I thought he could show up so that my little senior sister could come with him. It's so exciting. If the little senior sister sees me cheating and trying to strangle you to death, will she criticize me?"

Jiang Su felt a little sour in her heart. Compared with Qi Wu's pain, she felt helpless.

The old monk Shanyu said that he has not been able to see his little senior sister recently, that is, he cannot see her.

But almost a month has passed since he arrived in the Western Region.The discussion meeting is about to begin, and I should be able to see my junior sister at this time...

The scene between her and Qi Wu was just for her own entertainment.There was no audience as expected, and no lively ending.