Huang Lao heard the shouts from the third floor and also walked up.

"Huang Lao?" Huang Xuechu looked at Huang Lao without a master.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Huang Xuechu hurriedly went over to help Huang Lao over, Huang Lao glanced at Xiao Xiong who was lying on the bed, and a frightened look appeared on his face.

When Huang Xuechu saw the old man's expression, his soul was scattered, he couldn't stand, and he propped his hands tightly on the side of the bed.

Huang Lao is the Taishan Beidou of Haicheng's medical community, even if you look at the whole country, it is estimated that you can't find a few people who are as highly respected as him.

"Is the situation serious?" Huang Xuechu's voice was intermittent.

Huang Lao's right hand trembled and touched Xiao Xiong's pulse, and the other hand gently pressed on his jade pool acupoint.

"The pulse is weak and the breath is not continuous, how can it be like this?" said Huang Lao's eyebrows.

"Just now...... Just now I used Guanyin's hand to massage the lady, and he taught me the true qi, but as soon as I finished it, he suddenly did this.

Huang Lao's eyes were wide open, and his hands were tightly attached to the acupuncture points on both sides of Xiao Xiong's neck, and there were words in his mouth.

Huang Xuechu was anxious and said hurriedly: "Save him!"

The old man didn't answer, and the shape of his hands slowly changed on Xiao Xiong's neck.

"Guanyin hand!" Although Huang Xuechu couldn't believe it, the technique of Huang Lao in front of him was somewhat similar to Guanyin's hand, and then looked at Huang Lao's expression, and his solemn expression gradually eased.

Xiao Xiong was saved, and Huang Xuechu was overjoyed.

"Doom...... Adversity....... Huang Lao suddenly let out a low moan, and his legs shook irregularly, as if he was about to fall.

Huang Xuechu went up to help, and Huang Lao suddenly yelled: "Don't come here!"

After staying in Haicheng Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine for a few years, Huang Xuechu has never seen Huang Lao like this, and this retreat is not either, nor is it advancement, so he can only stay aside.

"Okay, good Xiao Xiong, you can still have such medical skills!" Huang Lao said with a strange expression and a stupid tone.

"Old Huang, what's wrong with you?" asked Huang Xuechu timidly.

Huang Lao didn't answer, he shook his head, but his body seemed to shake even more violently. Huang Xuechu stood behind the old man with his hands outstretched, always ready to follow the unsteady Huang Lao.

"What is this?" Xiao Xiong slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but be startled, Huang Lao touched his neck with both hands, gritting his teeth, and his face was already purple.

Xiao Xiong was shocked, thinking that the old gentleman was pinching his neck and wanted to send him to Elysium, so he got up suddenly, but as soon as he jumped out of bed, his legs were like two noodles, and the whole person fell to the ground.

And Huang Lao, holding the position of his heart with his hand, leaned on the bed and gasped.

When Huang Xue first saw Xiao Xiong wake up again, there seemed to be some tears in his eyes, and he rushed over and went to help him.

Xiao Xiong was also puzzled in his heart, trying his best to recall it in his head, seeing Huang Xuechu coming to help, he reached out to pull, but the right hand was so shaky that he couldn't raise it.

Huang Xue first saw Xiao Xiong's shocked expression, and seemed to understand, leaned down and hugged him tightly, and dragged him to the bed again.

Xiao Xiong sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his arms and limbs, although he didn't feel half pain, he couldn't exert his strength, and he couldn't even control his hands and feet freely, and his consciousness had become blurred.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with you?" asked Huang Xuechu cautiously.

Xiao Xiong's heart was like a mess, and his mind was even more blank, and at this moment, Huang Lao beside him suddenly laughed.

Xiao Xiong's heart froze, what was Huang Lao laughing at? How could he feel a sense of horror?

"Xiao Xiong, I have heard from my master's mouth, Chinese medicine for 5,000 years, has always been the Yellow Emperor's internal classics as the origin of medical skills, although countless descendants have devoted themselves to study, but also to add some marks to the Yellow Emperor's internal classics, only one person, I don't know in which dynasty, he has superb medical skills, compiled a strange book. ”

Xiao Xiong had already calmed down, and thought to himself, wasn't he talking about the immortal doctor Xiaoxiong himself in his previous life, but he didn't expect Huang Lao to know this, so he pretended to be dazed and asked with a blank look: "What book?"

The old man's face was cold, and he shook his head helplessly, "I'm ashamed to say that my master doesn't even know the title of the book, he was fortunate enough to secretly read the fragments in the book, and then devoted himself to cultivation. ”

Xiao Xiong was startled and hurriedly asked, "Then what." ”

Huang Lao suddenly looked at Xiao Xiong and Huang Xuechu with a smile, "My master has practiced for three years and achieved nothing, but he recorded the body's reaction after practicing. ”

Saying that, Huang Lao stretched out his hand and gently put it on Xiao Xiong's pulse, and said leisurely: "The pulse has changed from rapid to stagnant, and the whole body is like falling into ice. ”

Xiao Xiong was shocked, this immortal doctor true scripture, he had already practiced in the previous life, how could he come to this life, he didn't even reach the realm of hope, and he would return to the west as the old man said.

"Old man, are you true or false?" Xiao Xiong couldn't help but ask.

Huang Lao looked at Xiao Xiong's eyes with a serious face and said: "How could I lie to you when I am old, my master and mother just wanted to help the master practice, and finally died of cold poison in her body!"

Xiao Xiong saved countless people in his previous life, cured diseases and saved people, and his medical skills were inevitably glimpsed by his peers, but the higher the ability to save people, if his heart is not good, it is easy to save people, and it is easier to kill people.

"Old Huang, have you also practiced this kind of kung fu?" Xiao Xiong asked vigilantly.

Huang Xuechu stood beside her at the moment, seeing the two of them talking to each other, she herself was like listening to a book from heaven, but she didn't dare to interrupt.

"No, my master has been practicing this kung fu for three years, and every time he practices, it is like being in an ice cellar, and he can also use some massage techniques, but without this kung fu complementing each other, he still achieved nothing in the end. ”

When Xiao Xiong heard this, he suddenly realized that he needed to cultivate his body first, this Xiao Xuan's body was originally bad at home, just now he forcibly exerted his strength in order to be able to penetrate the body, and finally his true qi was exhausted, and he began to use the essence of the person himself, without the true qi to resist, and the essence was withdrawn little by little, no wonder it was like falling into the freezer. Thinking of Huang Lao grabbing his neck with both hands just now, he suddenly realized.

Xiao Xiong wanted to get up, but he couldn't do anything, he wanted to clench his fists with both hands, and in the end, his hands just twitched a few times like Wu Laoer. Shaking his head and sighing, he then said to Huang Lao with a smile: "Thank you Huang Lao for coming to the rescue just now, otherwise I would have been able to resist the cold poison alone, and I am afraid that I would have gone to the west by now." ”

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