Comprehensive Martial Arts: Relying on Pili Martial Arts to Achieve Dimensionality Reduction Attack

Chapter 645: Meeting the Ghost Doctor Again
Uncle Guisun is a bad old man.

When Lu Ping followed Lu Xiaofeng to see this person, he found that he was not only dressed in tattered clothes and reeked of alcohol, but was also lying drunk on the table.

If it weren't for the loud snoring, Lu Ping would almost have thought that this was a dead person.

"How long has Grandpa Guisun been here?" Lu Xiaofeng asked a maid who was serving wine and food.

The maid replied, "It has been four hours since I started drinking in the afternoon."

Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised: "He's drunk to such an extent, but he's not planning to leave yet?"

The maid covered her mouth and laughed, "Because today is the day when Miss Qiulu will perform on stage, of course he is reluctant to leave early."

That's it!

Lu Xiaofeng suddenly realized and turned to look at Lu Ping, seeming to be in a much happier mood: "It is said that Ling Qiulu only goes on stage once every three days. We came at the right time today!"

After saying that, he was not in a hurry to wake up Mr. Guisun. He just told the maid to continue serving wine and meat, pulled Lu Ping to sit down, and ate and drank while waiting for Ling Qiulu's performance.

After a while, Uncle Turtle slowly woke up.

His eyes fell on Lu Xiaofeng first: "Lu Xiaofeng? Why are you here?"

"I have something to ask Dazhi Datong, and I would like to ask you to help lead the way."

Hearing that there was a business coming, Uncle Guisun's eyes suddenly became much clearer. He stretched his arms and yawned, saying, "It's no problem for you to lead the way, but we have to wait until we finish watching Miss Qiulu's performance today."

"Also, today's meal..."

"I'll cover it!"

When it comes to social skills, Lu Xiaofeng is pretty good.

The two of them drank a glass while talking.

Uncle Guisun then shifted his gaze to Lu Ping, and his pupils shrank instantly.

"you you……"

He hesitated for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking of, and suddenly changed his tone: "What do you want, hero? Are you also going to ask Dazhi Datong for information?"

Lu Ping shook his head: "I just came here with Lu Xiaofeng to join in the fun."

He knew why Grandpa Guisun changed his name to "Hero". It was because he came back so low-key that the other party would naturally think that he did not want to attract attention, so he did not dare to rashly say the word "Lu Ping".

After a while, the candles in Meixiangwu went out, leaving only a dim light on the stage.

Then a graceful figure appeared behind the curtain. Her face could not be seen clearly, but one could see that she was holding a pipa.

All the guests shut up and stopped what they were doing at the same time, and the whole place was instantly silent.

Soon, music sounded like the sound of a clear spring, and at the same time, beautiful singing arose. The lyrics and melody were gentle, containing countless sorrows, like crying and longing, and everyone who heard it was intoxicated by it.

Lu Ping listened to the music, and his eyes fell on the performers through the layers of curtains.

Ling Qiulu, or should we call her Wan Shuoye.

I don't know if her schizophrenia has been cured?
Logically speaking, Yi Wuxin is already twenty-one years old, and the timeline has reached six years after the "Nine Dragons Change".

But because the rebellion of the Western Sword School was not serious at that time, and there were no subsequent disasters such as the invasion of the Demon World and the Mo Luan Buddha Tribulation, the development trajectories of Ling Qiulu, Lian Hongmei and even the entire Meixiangwu are different from the original ones.

Maybe she hasn't recovered yet.

Maybe she is still searching for the one-eyed man.

Lian Hongmei was in the same situation. According to the time, her blood loss should have occurred a long time ago, but now she is still fine...

After an unknown amount of time, Ling Qiulu finished her performance and quietly left the stage.

After several minutes, the audience came to their senses and continued eating and drinking.

"let's go."

Lu Ping was about to get up and leave when he suddenly saw a familiar figure sitting in the corner. He waved and said, "You guys go ahead. I met someone I know and I'm going to say hello."

"alright."

Lu Xiaofeng paid the bill and left with Uncle Guisun.

Lu Ping stood up and walked to another wine table.

"It's been a long time, Doctor of the Underworld."

The ghost doctor Xinghuajun can be considered as Lu Ping's half-teacher in medicine.

It was precisely because he learned the life-saving needle from him that Lu Ping’s study of medicine had been so smooth over the years.

"Um... is it you?!"

Xinghua Jun stared at Lu Ping for a long time, and finally recognized him: "I haven't seen you for several years. I heard that you went to another martial arts world. Is this true?"

"Of course it's true!" "So you're back now?"

"came back."

"Will you leave later?"

"I haven't made any plans yet, but I'm definitely not leaving in the short term."

"The world is so lively right now. Even if I want to leave, I should at least play until I get bored."

Lu Ping smiled and asked, "How have you been these years?"

The doctor took a sip of wine and said, "It's just ordinary. It's still the same as before. I charge money to treat patients and barely make a living."

As for your method of charging people, is it too modest to describe it as "barely making a living"?
"For so many years, you have only been healing people? Didn't you find a successor or something?"

Hearing this, the Hell Doctor snorted coldly and said, "It's not that easy to become my Hell Doctor's disciple. At least so far, I haven't seen a suitable candidate."

Without the invasion of the demon world, Guyue Peak is still alive and well, so Xiuru's family has not been destroyed, and of course, he has not been accepted as a disciple by the underworld doctor.

"That's a shame."

"You are already quite old, and you don't even have a disciple. If you can't pass on your medical skills after a hundred years, wouldn't it be a waste?"

The doctor asked curiously, "Didn't I teach you a few tricks before?"

Lu Ping rolled his eyes: "I'm not a full-time doctor."

"Besides, I have also learned other medical skills in other martial arts circles in the past few years. I have already learned from many others and brought forth new ideas. They are very different from your life-weaving needles."

Hearing this, the ghost doctor instantly became interested and his eyes lit up.

"Eh... learning from others and bringing forth something new?"

"Now that you've mentioned that, I'm curious about your current medical skills. Why don't you find an opportunity for me to see them?"

Since ancient times, warriors like to discuss martial arts, and doctors like to discuss medicine.

As the top doctor in the world, Doctor Ming is of course also very interested in the medical skills of other martial arts.

"Hahahaha...of course there's nothing wrong with that!"

"Do you have any patients on hand right now? If so, we can have a sparring match right now!"

Lu Ping agreed very readily.

In terms of martial arts, he is almost invincible, and only in other fields can he find the pleasure and excitement of competing with others.

The doctor sighed and said with difficulty: "There is a patient, but she may not be willing to let me treat her."

Lu Ping could probably guess who he was talking about, but he still asked knowingly: "Oh? There are people in this world who don't want to be treated? Who is it?"

"It's the proprietress here, Lian Hongmei."

Sure enough it was her...

"What's her illness?"

"Hemorrhagic disease!"

"Hemorrhagic disease... a hereditary incurable disease?"

"good."

The ghost doctor nodded, and then told the story of how he had treated the other person's son in the past.

At that time, Lian Hongmei's son Wan Shaoguang suffered from hemorrhagic disease. He had a high fever and continuous bleeding every day. His health was getting worse and worse, and his condition became very serious.

Hematuria is an incurable disease, but Wan Shaoguang himself and his father Wan Shutian did not give up hope of living. The father and son asked the underworld doctor to treat him.

The ghost doctor agreed.

During the treatment, Wan Shaoguang took medicine and had blood drawn every day and endured all kinds of torture, but to no avail.

As a mother, Lian Hongmei couldn't bear to see her son suffer like this, so she suggested stopping the treatment and letting her son spend the remaining time in peace.

Although Wan Shaoguang was young, he had a chivalrous heart.

He believed that even if the doctor could not cure him, he could accumulate treatment experience on himself and increase the hope of survival for people with the same disease in the future, so he insisted on continuing the treatment.

The ghost doctor had originally planned to give up, but was so shocked after hearing this that he agreed with tears in his eyes. However, in the end he still failed to cure the patient.

After Wan Shaoguang died, Lian Hongmei became resentful of the ghost doctor.

Even though he already knew this story, Lu Ping still felt sad when he heard it again: "So... has the lady boss's blood loss disease already occurred?"

"Not yet, but from what I've observed, it should be soon."

(End of this chapter)