Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1113 1104. Cheating Jacques (Part )
Jacques’s “as soon as possible” request has been kept for several days but there has been no news.

There was no way. There were too many people in Dubai with higher status than him, so he had to queue up slowly.

Fortunately, he was lucky. He put in a lot of effort and used several connections to get a seat in the queue.

Mr. Shi agreed to take two hours to meet with him.

The meeting place was arranged by Jacques early on, in a hotel suite.

Because the matter was confidential, only he and Mr. Shi were there at the meeting. As they did not speak the same language, they used a translator to communicate.

Mr. Shi didn't mind this at all, as he had seen it a lot these days.

After a few polite words, Mr. Shi asked Jacques to sit down and stretched out his left wrist.

Then Mr. Shi shook off his robe, sat down opposite Jacques, and placed three fingers on his wrist.

He was calm and composed, and even had the leisure to chat with Jacques, "Don't panic, let me feel your pulse first to see if you have any symptoms. You will be fine in a moment."

Jacques has done his homework in the past two days and knows that Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, and now is working on "palpation".

Although I felt a little weird, I didn't show it on my face and even smiled and nodded.

But gradually, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Mr. Shi started his performance.

I saw Mr. Shi feeling Jacques' pulse. At first he crossed his legs and looked relaxed.

But after a few seconds, Mr. Shi put down his legs, straightened his back, sat up straight, and the smile on his face disappeared.

After that, Mr. Shi asked Jacques to use his right hand and took the pulse again, and then changed to his left hand.

After repeating it twice, Mr. Shi's expression became more and more solemn, and his long eyebrows began to frown.

The more Jacques looked at him, the more nervous he became. Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He asked anxiously, "Mr. Shi, my illness..."

After he spoke, Mr. Shi withdrew his fingers.

He stroked his beard, smiled and shook his head, and returned to his calm and composed appearance. He supported the translator that was similar to a Bluetooth headset and said, "Heart and spleen deficiency, heart and kidney disharmony, liver fire disturbing the heart, depression, and fatigue. It's nothing."

However, the translator made a mess of the Chinese medicine terms, and Jacques didn't understand at all. He asked, "What did you say? The heart is virtual? The liver is on fire?"

Mr. Shi chuckled and said again: "In modern medical terms, you have some neurasthenia and lack of sleep. You need to rest more."

Jacques was greatly disappointed when he heard this. It was exactly the same as what the doctors he had seen had said. He had been worried and frightened for more than a month. How could he not suffer from neurasthenia?

"Then why are you frowning?" Jacques' tone was a little unfriendly and his emotions fluctuated greatly, which was also a sign of neurasthenia.

Mr. Shi still looked calm and composed. He smiled and replied, "Your male function is normal. There is no need to be so private."

As he spoke, he pointed at Jacques and then at himself.

It means there are only two people, and not even a translator.

Then he asked again: "Or do you have any other feelings?"

The previous parts were all performed by Mr. Shi, just to arouse Jacques' emotions.

Jacques suddenly realized and nodded quickly, "Yes, I feel something is wrong..."

Then he told the story about how he unconsciously bumped into the corner of the table while walking.

Mr. Shi has prepared two plans here. Since Jacques asked for it himself, that is plan one.

Mr. Shi asked Jacques to stand up, stand in the middle of the living room, and walked around him twice.

Then have Jacques turn around in a circle and walk back and forth in the living room a few times.

This time Jacques was conscious and walked normally.

It doesn’t matter what kind of love turns out to be, the rest of the story will be the same anyway.

Halfway through the third lap, Mr. Shi suddenly said in a deep voice, "Stop, come here." Jacques turned around and found that Mr. Shi was frowning again and looking him up and down.

Jacques came back in a hurry and asked even more hurriedly: "What did you see?"

Mr. Shi did not answer, but ordered again in a very serious tone, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Jacques quickly stuck out his tongue, trying so hard that his throat was visible, and there was a foul odor.

Excessive liver fire causes bad breath.

But Mr. Shi even performed a gasp...

Ouch, Mr. Shi felt so disgusted that he stepped back several steps, his face as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

He was full of resentment, feeling that he had suffered a great loss. "Luo Yihang, if you don't give me a medicinal field on that hilltop, this matter will never be resolved!"

But Jacques didn't know that. He was so scared that he stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to take it back. He mumbled something and the translator couldn't translate it.

Mr. Shi calmed down and murmured, "The tongue is dark purple, the pulse is stringy and astringent; the tongue coating is white and greasy, the pulse is soft and slow..."

These words couldn't be translated either, which made Jacques anxious.

Then I saw Mr. Shi's long beard suddenly tremble, his eyes widened, and he rolled up his sleeves. He looked very angry and kept muttering, "Damn, there are still diseases that I haven't diagnosed!"

This time the translation came out. The translator didn't work when it should have, and worked surprisingly well when it shouldn't have, and the swear words were translated clearly.

This oriental doctor had always kept a calm expression, at most frowning, but at this moment he lost his composure.

Jacques was even more horrified. He recalled the scene more than a month ago when he was pinched by that "Eastern Devil" and his whole body was numb and he couldn't move at all. He was as helpless as a baby.

He was so frightened that he didn't hear clearly what Mr. Shi said.

"What did you say?" Jacques asked back after coming to his senses.

Mr. Shi pointed at the sofa and ordered again: "Take off your shirt and lie down."

"Okay." Jacques was very obedient. He took off his coat and shirt, revealing a body of soft, white flesh. He lay straight on the sofa, motionless, like a dead body.

Mr. Shi walked up to him and pinched his shoulder blade with his hand, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Pinch the back of your neck again, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Then the back, spine, ribs...

Jacques said it didn't hurt.

All the way to the end of the ribs, Mr. Shi used his bone-setting technique with a grim smile, pressing and lifting there.

"Ah!!!" Jacques screamed in pain and rolled around on the sofa like a fish thrown ashore.

After a long time, Jacques' shouting slowly stopped. He gasped heavily, his face was pale, and his head and face were covered with sweat.

After he recovered a little, Mr. Shi helped him sit up and handed him his coat.

He pulled up a chair and sat opposite Jacques, then asked seriously, "Have you ever served in the military?"

Jacques shook his head. He came from an elite French family, so how could he possibly join the army?

"When you were young, did you do heavy physical work all year round and only used your right shoulder to carry heavy objects?" Mr. Shi asked again.

Jacques continued to shake his head. He had been pampered since childhood, and the heaviest work he had ever done was mowing the lawn at home. Looking at his fair skin, he didn't look like someone who did physical work.

"Have you ever suffered any external injuries?" Mr. Shi asked for the third time.

This time Jacques nodded, like a chicken eating rice, "Yes, fifty-six days ago, I was attacked in this position."

(End of this chapter)