Immortal Voices Chapter 325: Heavy water
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After Rong Yu left, Rong Xian raised her head with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, but her clear eyes carried a faint sadness.
She sighed: "Everything is fate, I can't help it at all."
Her voice is like the Sanskrit singing from a Buddhist temple, so light, so light, like a misty echo in the air, like a Buddha's pity and pity for all things in the red dust.
Just like the selfless holy monk, even if he abandons his Buddha, he can't save his beloved girl.
As for her, she couldn't save Amei back then, and now she can't save Emperor Rong.
Rong Xian is not a god, so how can she do things that so many powerful people can't do.
After Rong Yu stepped into this world, he would always get used to this separation of life and death.
Rong Xian lowered her head and continued to write the prescription.
The only thing she can do is to protect these sincere people for Emperor Rong.
Not far away, Shu Lao and Qi Lao sighed, their expressions faintly regretful.
"People's hearts are available." The old man murmured.
Old Qi smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that God is jealous."
Emperor Rong is too good. His aptitude and comprehension are terrifying, and he is jealous of God. That's why he died early, and he didn't want to embark on the path of longevity and detachment.
Suddenly, an old man dressed in wealthy, kind eyebrows and good-looking eyes sat quietly across from Rong Xian, and even Shu Lao and Qi Lao didn't notice.
When Rong Xian put down the pen, she discovered the existence of this person. A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she quickly disappeared.
This shameless old man turned out to be a strong man.
"Does the old man see a doctor?" Rong Xian asked gently.
The old man consciously put his hand on the pulse pillow on the table, and the old voice could not hear the slightest emotion: "I was seriously injured a hundred years ago. I thought I had healed. Who ever thought that the dark illness is still there? Doctor Rong, help me see."
Rong Xian's fingertips moved slightly, and the gold thread from her wrist flew out and wrapped around the old man's wrist.
The old man was stunned. He was still able to diagnose the pulse at such a short distance. Is this a doctor's quirk?
He didn't know that this was just a simple defense by Rong Xian.
Others send their own lifeline to Rong Xian's hands. To a certain extent, when Rong Xian takes the pulse, his lifeline is also sent to other people's hands.
Of course, Rong Xian will not be relieved, she will not bet on the goodness of human nature, and she will be relieved if she is vigilant.
Rong Xian sits calmly with brows and eyes, and gently presses her fingertips on the silk thread, and a weak force of power penetrates the old man's body along the silk thread.
After sensing this, the old man hurriedly let go of his guardian power, lest the weak doctor be stunned by his own power.
Rong Xian nodded slightly at the old man to express his gratitude, and then he closed his eyes and looked closely.
After Banzhuxiang, Rong Xian's wrist moved slightly, and the gold thread loosened the old man's wrist and returned to Rong Xian's hand.
The old man's body is indeed as he said, there is a dark illness inside.
This dark illness is not a scar, but a feeling of cold and heavy.
This force freezes the old man's body and lungs, and then slowly collapses.
If it is not for the old man to have a high level of cultivation, he has been fighting with all his strength, for fear of his death.
But this is also the limit. The old man can't hold it anymore, so he came to her to seek medical advice with the idea of a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Rong Xian carefully felt the powerful force of coldness, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
Having both heavy and cold characteristics at the same time, Xuanming heavy water can't be wrong.
This is really nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes.
When Rong Xian raised her head, her eyes had changed back to clear and gentle.
"The old man can be cured of this injury." Rong Xian said gently.
The old man stood up abruptly, extremely excited.
It can be cured, it can be cured.
For so many years, he thought that he could only wait to die slowly, but he knew that there was a ray of life when he was about to die.
The old man tried his best to calm his mood, and then apologized to Rong Xian: "Please don't blame Dr. Rong, I'm the one who lost my mind."
Rong Xian shook his head, and said with a look of understanding: "Mr., before he is healed, remember to be happy and compassionate. When you are better, you can do anything."
The old man nodded, a big smile appeared involuntarily on his face, and the haze in his eyes completely disappeared.
Rong Xian took the package on the table. Inside the package were silver needles.
She was about to administer the needle to the old man, but from the corner of her eye she saw that the medicine on the stove was ready.
She put down the silver needle, just turned around to pour the medicine into the bowl, a figure rushed in quickly, skillfully lifted the casserole and poured the medicine into the bowl on the side.
With a flick of his hand, the hot concoction became warm.
He picked up the medicine bowl and walked to a short distance in front of the patient sitting in the corner, and handed him the medicine bowl.
The curvature of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth slowly rose a lot, and Yuer still figured it out.
Rong Xian let go and looked serious.
She picked up the silver needle and walked to the old man, piercing the needle quickly with both hands on the old man, locking in the cold and powerful force.
She was moved, and the Water Lingzhu released a strong light in the Sea of Consciousness.
The power in the old man's body seemed to be feeling something, and the dangling movement seemed to show signs of breaking out of his body.
The violent pain made the old man's face pale instantly, and his hand on the wooden table was also tightly clenched, and veins appeared on it.
But even so, he still resisted.
The pain means the effect is effective, and the effect is good. What he fears most is that there is no movement.
Seeing that the old man was distracted by the pain, Rong Xian lowered her eyes, a drop of clear water condensed from her fingertips.
There is a strong source of energy hidden in this drop of water, which makes people coveted.
With the appearance of this drop of water, the hidden power in the old man's body became more turbulent.
Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and she suddenly stretched out her hand to pat the old man's back, a silver needle directly penetrated into his body, and followed the meridian blood flow to the affected area.
With the traction of this silver needle, Rong Xian's fingertip swiped the old man's back, and the silver needle turned down with her movements, emitting a faint water vapor, dividing the wound into two.
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth raised slightly, and a gleam of aqua light flashed in her eyes. She stretched out her hand and pulled it in the air, and the silver needle flew out of her body with half of the cold power.
Rong Xian just stretched out her hand to pinch the silver needle, and her body fell down involuntarily.
It was just a half drop of water, so heavy that she almost pierced the palm of her hand.
"Teacher!" Rong Yu, who was always paying attention to Rong Xian, rushed over for the first time.
But the old man reacted faster. He found that Doctor Rong was standing unsteadily and fell to the ground, and quickly threw out a source of strength to lift him up.
Rong Xian exhausted all the vitality of his body to hold the silver needle, and the hand under the long sleeves quickly formed a series of seals, locking the force on the silver needle, and then putting the silver needle into the mustard space without a trace. Only then did he raise his head and said: "Old gentleman, don't worry, I'm just exhausted and tired."
But the old man looked at her pale face but didn't think so. Feeling the long-lost relaxation and warmth in his body, he knew that Doctor Rong really had a way to cure his dark illness.
At this time, the old man is most afraid of Rong Xian's accident. He hurriedly said: "Dr. Rong can rest and rest. I have been waiting for a hundred years. Don't worry about these days."