The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

Tao Yanbai nodded vigorously: "I heard it, his heart is beating, it is beating on its own!"

"Okay!" Pan Jun clapped his hands and became excited: "Then listen again to see if his liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys are still there and can they move on their own?"

Tao Yanbai frowned: "There are too many noises, I may not be able to hear it, but I will try my best."

"Try your best, try your best, Miaohe." Pan Yun pulled Miaohe, who was staring eagerly, up and pushed her, saying, "You should also go up and listen, and learn from your third brother."

Miaohe agreed immediately.

Tao Yanbai carefully stepped over Mu Xi, lay on the inside of the bed, and listened carefully to the pulse of his left hand.

Miaohe sat in the seat in front of Tao Yanbai, holding his right hand to feel his pulse.

When Mu Ang walked in with a knife in hand, he saw two young boys, a boy and a girl, lying on the bed and taking the pulse of his naked son.

Mu Ang: ...

Mu Ang’s grip on the knife tightened and his face turned ashen.

Mu Lin was afraid that his grandfather would disturb them, so he knelt down in front of him before he could speak, hugged his knees, and begged, "Grandfather, that talisman was given by Taoist Pan, please let them try it."

Mu Ang stretched out his hands and grabbed his shoulders to lift him up. Mu Lin felt pain, but he still knelt there motionless.

Mu Ang's face turned pale. He pointed at the two people on the bed and said in a low voice, "We have invited many famous doctors, monks, and Taoist priests, but they all said that he can't be saved. His body is full of worms. How can we save him? Rather than letting him live in humiliation and suffering, it is better to give him a quick death!"

Mu Ang regretted deeply: "If I had known this would happen, I should have let him die on the battlefield. He would have died a quick death and would not have been humiliated by two young boys today!"

Pan Jun held two talismans between his fingers and shot them at the pillars with two "pa pa" sounds. He waved his hand and an invisible barrier split the room into two, preventing any sound from entering.

Pan Yun was very respectful to Mu Ang and clasped his fists and said, "Left Commander, my two nephews are taking Mu Xi's pulse. They are doctors, not humiliating him."

Mu Ang's face was grim: "Stripped clean and watched by all of you, men, women, and even two beasts, how is this different from being humiliated by being fucked?"

Pan Yun: "In the eyes of doctors, there is no distinction between male and female patients, and naturally there is no distinction between male and female doctors."

Mu Ang sneered: "You are also a doctor? Then why don't you go and take the pulse?"

Pan Yun: "Taoism, witchcraft, and medicine have been inseparable since ancient times. I am a little worse at taking pulses, but I am not incapable of it."

She said, "It's just that I'm a little different from others. I can't touch Mu Xi."

Mu Ang: "Why?"

Pan Jun raised his hand, and a ball of golden light appeared in the palm of his hand. When Mu Ang saw the golden light, his eyes widened. He unconsciously loosened his grip on his grandson's arm, and his hand holding the knife loosened slightly. He walked forward with the knife in his hand...

Mu Lin had his back to Pan Yun and didn't see the golden light in her palm. He looked up with a puzzled look on his face: "Grandfather?"

Mu Ang seemed to come back to his senses and shook his head violently to wake up.

Pan Jun held his hand, and the golden light ball disappeared. Zhang Ziming came back to his senses, while Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua were still in a daze.

Li Wenying's face also looked bad.

Mu Ang took two steps back, grabbed his grandson and pulled him behind him, looking at Pan Yun warily: "What is this?"

Pan Yun smiled at him: "Merit is gained by being a good person and doing good deeds."

Mu Ang looked doubtful: "Then why am I... powerless against it?" Zhang Ziming said with an unclear expression: "The gods and Buddhas show their holiness for this thing, and the gods and Buddhas who show their holiness naturally attract all things, including humans."

He looked at Pan Yun, then at Mu Ang, with a complicated expression: "It's amazing that you can show your merits, but it's even more amazing that General Mu can wake up as soon as he is called."

Pan Yun: "What's so strange about that? Although he is a mortal, he is a great general. He has been in the military all his life. What kind of scenes has he not seen?"

"People with a firm mind and character will remain firm and resolute even if they believe in the existence of gods and Buddhas. Such people will not be easily deceived by gods and Buddhas, let alone by me," Pan Yun said. "As for me, it's even simpler. I can show my merits because of my master."

Pan Yun said: "Brother Zhang, if you want to learn, why not come to my Sanqing Mountain? As long as you can worship my master as your teacher, he will definitely teach you the method of manifestation."

Zhang Ziming looked at her with a complicated expression: "You shouldn't be a Taoist priest, you should be a nun. Buddhism has the law of reincarnation. If you combine the two sets of skills, you will be immortal. Maybe you can really ascend to become a saint as the ancient books say."

Pan Jun seemed to be thinking about something, stroking his chin and muttering, "It's not impossible, Senior Brother Zhang, do you have any connections?"

Li Wenying said quietly, "Wang Cong is still here. You should at least stay away from him. Zhang Ziming, be careful or Wang Feiyin will come after you."

Wang Cong, who had been listening blankly, immediately said, "It doesn't matter. If Dean Zhang has any connections, you can introduce her to my junior uncle. If she can achieve enlightenment in the future, our entire Sanqing Mountain will be grateful to you."

Zhang Ziming: …

"Okay, stop talking nonsense," Pan Yun brought the topic back to Mu Ang, "General Mu, I'm letting you read this to tell you why I can't take Mu Xi's pulse."

"The good qualities in me are liked by humans, monsters, and naturally, insects as well."

Pan Yun said: "Humans and monsters still have reason and can control themselves to a certain extent, but insects don't. Especially these corpse insects are cultivated to absorb Yuanli and absorb people's essence and blood. They only have the desire to devour all beautiful things. So in order not to alarm them, I have to stay away from Mu Xi."

Pan Yun's uniqueness and the skills he displayed gave Mu Ang a glimmer of hope. He handed the knife to the servant behind him and asked solemnly, "Master Pan, how confident are you that you can save my son?"

Pan Jun shook his head: "Not sure."

Mu Ang's heart sank.

Pan Yun said: "If he was parasitized by corpse worms, my second senior brother could have saved him at that time if he had been discovered earlier. He could have just cut a few cuts on his body, used his energy to draw the worms out of his body, and then killed the eggs in his body. But as far as I know, when my second senior brother rescued him, the corpse worms had already grown in his body for a while, so he couldn't draw them out completely, or even if he did, the person wouldn't have survived."

Mu Ang was silent for a moment and then nodded: "Yes, that's what Lord Yin said. We have consulted the imperial physician, famous doctors, the witch doctor in Yunnan, and the famous monks and Taoists in the Central Plains, and they all said there is no way."

Pan Yun: "Me too."

Mu Ang clenched his fists and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate," Pan Yun said, "I came here on your orders, so I have to give it a try."

She spoke softly but firmly: "God likes to make people suffer, but he always likes to leave people a glimmer of hope. Maybe we can find this glimmer of hope and catch it?"

Mu Ang was torn between two options. He looked at his son on the bed, then tilted his head to look at his grandson who was staring at him eagerly. Finally, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "I don't care about you anymore!"

After saying that, he turned around and left, but stopped at the door and turned back with a sullen face: "Master Pan, you'd better not make my son suffer too much, otherwise, I will kill him myself. He is a human being, not a tool for your experiments."

Pan Yun said solemnly: "General Mu, in our eyes, he is not an experimental subject, but a patient. We are the doctors."

Mu Ang let out a breath and strode out.

The servant hurriedly followed: "Left Commander, Left Commander, then this..."

Mu Ang turned his head slightly to look at him, took the knife from his hand, and said coldly: "Hospitate them well, have someone clean up the guest room, and send a few more people to serve them." (End of this chapter)