Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 159 Medicine, the last game
The conversation between the two was only half a stick of incense.

The altar suddenly emitted a green light and enveloped the two monks in the audience. They noticed their own light and immediately stepped onto the stage.

Jiang Su looked at these two completely unfamiliar faces and thought to himself, "There will never be a tie this time. There must be a winner or loser between the two of us."

The reputation of Qingchen Medical Immortal is by no means empty. After two competitions, Jiang Su still doesn't know his common methods and characteristics of treating diseases.

He knows a lot, so he can face any disease with ease without revealing the depth.

The patient this time is a beautiful female sword cultivator. She always holds a bamboo sword in her hand, with a slight look at Jiang Su on her face, and a cold and stern voice.
"I see that you look a little small, is it possible? My arm cannot grow after taking all kinds of flesh and blood pills. I have found one or two doctors but they are unable to help."

The man had no right arm, and the right sleeve was hanging down and empty.

Even in the world of cultivation, the appearance of medical cultivators is generally that of young male nuns in their late twenties or late thirties.

Jiang Su's eyebrows obviously didn't grow long, and although her chin was pointed, her face still had a childish look. At first glance, she looked like a young girl.

In the past, such monks, unless they took the Zhuyan Pill, would be promoted to the second generation of immortals at a young age.

Jiang Supi raised the corners of his mouth with a smile and said openly, "I am nineteen years old this year. The first half of your sentence is very accurate."

The female cultivator frowned slightly, her eyes mixed with light and dark, and she took a long breath before she exhaled, "Fate is like this, I still thought that I could cure the disease with a little medical practice this time, but it seems that I overestimated myself. This Fellow Taoist, my illness is too serious and you can’t cure it at your young age.”

"You sword cultivators are all dull-minded," Jiang Su said suddenly.

The female cultivator's tone suddenly changed and she was quite coercive, "What do you mean?"

Jiang Su grabbed her other hand and took her pulse, "I ascended to the upper world four years ago. I was only fifteen years old at the time."

"You have to know that any profession requires talent. The person who is diagnosing you now is not a young sister, but a genius who can advance in medicine at the age of only fifteen."

The sword cultivator's eyes changed. After thinking about the reason, he sighed, "Why are you so arrogant?"

Jiang Su suddenly pinched her neck with his hands. The swordsman reacted quickly and immediately grasped the bamboo sword tightly, raising it to cut off her head.

"Bang--" The bamboo sword fell to the ground.

"Knock-" The glass bottle was placed lightly on the table.

"You've been poisoned and your luck is useless. How can you have the strength to lift the sword?"

"You poisoned me?! I'm here to diagnose a disease. What do you want to do? Who do you belong to?!"

The female cultivator's eyes widened and she stared fiercely at the glass bottle of fragrance on the table.

When she said these words, Jiang Su's expression was extremely calm. He retracted his fingers with ease, stood up and stood next to the person, and grabbed the person's Ying point behind her throat.

You can feel the rising and falling of the pulse under your fingers.

At a certain moment, the swordsman suddenly struggled and bit Jiang Su's wrist.

"Hey - why are you a dog?" Jiang Su did not move his hand away.

Yuanli was injected under his fingers, and his throat felt like it was soaked in ice-cold stream water, washing straight down from top to bottom. The original blockage somewhere was like a broken embankment, and the Yuanli flowed down.

This cold feeling rushed straight into her upper body and reached the broken arm of her right hand.

"So... so cold." She murmured.

Jiang Su didn't say anything, and used Yuan Power to flush the meridians of her upper body again and again, until after a stick of incense, the skin and flesh of the severed limb suddenly burst, blood flowed out of the flesh, and the white bones were looming.

The swordsman stared blankly as his sleeves were dyed red. The next second, the girl in green held a bamboo sword in her hand and cut through the material of her clothes. Black blood clots fell from her sleeves to the ground, making a sizzling sound when they met the stone slabs of the arena.

"What is this?" she asked weakly.

Jiang Su pinched her chin and stuffed a Blood and Flesh Pill and a Big Tonic Pill, "Poison, you were poisoned, that's why the previous Blood and Flesh Pill had no effect. Now that the poison is forced out, you can continue to take it to grow arms." of medicine.”

Jiang Suji thought about cleaning up the remaining poison in her body. She put her finger to her mouth and was about to bite it, but her movements suddenly froze.

The method she chooses now is not the method of the Bodhisattva incarnate body mentioned by Qingchen Medical Immortal just now, to save the world with the body.

But she is not a Bodhisattva, she is an ordinary medical practitioner.

etc! How can ordinary medical practitioners bite their fingers and use their own blood to detoxify others? Although the blood of medical cultivators will have the ability to suppress poisons, everyone's first choice is... to use needles and medicine.

For the sake of speed, she now chooses to physically detoxify. Isn’t it because of her own shortcomings in medical skills?

She is a medical practitioner, why can't she use ordinary medical methods to save people? !
Jiang Su suddenly stopped moving, turned around and glanced at Qingchen Medical Immortal who was performing an acupuncture, and silently clenched his fists.

The next moment, her palms spread out, and countless silver needles appeared behind the girl in green.

As he moved the needle, the silver needle simultaneously pierced the sword cultivator's specific acupuncture points, and suddenly pulled it out, causing blood to flow out.

Black blood mixed with red blood soaked the sword cultivator's robe.

"Medical Fairy, it hurts."

Jian Xiu suddenly grasped Jiang Su Weiliang's fingertips, his expression was resolute, but the corners of his eyes were slightly red, his lips were pursed into a line, and veins appeared on his forehead.

Jiang Su said casually, "Bear it."

Then he added, "Don't bite me."

The next moment, the sword cultivator's originally severed limb began to grow granulation, with white bones extending downwards in the granulation.

The skin and flesh covered the bones, and blood dripped down.

Two breaths later, a fair and slightly slender hand grew back. The sword cultivator's face was filled with joy, "Mr. Jiang, thank you very much."

"Get down here quickly!"

Jiang Su suddenly kicked the wooden chair where the man was sitting. She didn't know where she got the strength to kick the swordsman off the ring.

"boom--"

Jiang Su panted and looked at the monk who was about to step down, with a proud smile on his lips, "Hey, I'll finish the treatment first."

The female swordsman who fell on the edge of the ring had a complicated expression. Looking at the excited and proud girl on the stage with her hands on her waist, she sighed deeply and patted the dirt on her butt, "Mr. Jiang, my sword."

Jiang Su nodded, turned around and took the sword cultivator's bamboo sword, and walked over to hand it to her, "Nuo, don't bite next time."

The female swordsman blushed instantly, and the sharp alienation in her eyebrows disappeared, and she said softly, "I'm sorry."

"By the way, Doctor Jiang, why did you choke me just now?"

Jiang Su stared at the increasingly intense light on the Taoist Ceremony Stone not far away and returned, "Your poison is hidden there. Cut off the blood flow for a while so that the poison can be washed away."

The female sword cultivator nodded thoughtfully, looked at the proof stone beside her, then cupped her hands in salute and said, "Congratulations, Medical Immortal Jiang."