"Wait!" Before the doctor's hand touched the cold noodles, Xuan stopped him with a voice, and then stepped forward and took the lead in putting his hand on the pulse of the cold noodles, and it was only for a moment, and he quickly withdrew his hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The old man was a little puzzled as to why he did this, but he didn't ask much with great interest, and when he saw Xuan's body retreating, he stepped forward again and began to diagnose the pulse.

Xuan retreated to the side, his eyes obviously nervous, and he looked at the doctor's movements. The reason why he stopped the doctor's movements was because he was worried that if there was any touch from the outside world, his cold-faced body would definitely defend himself, and he was worried that if this was the case, he would not be able to hurt the doctor.

The doctor's movements were very fast, his hands were soaked in the cold water on the side, and then he dried them, and then began to check the pulse of the cold noodles.

Lying on the bed with a cold face, except for his pale complexion, the rest looked extremely normal, that is, even his breathing was smooth and heavy.

The doctor's eyebrows moved slightly, his hand rested on Leng Mian's wrist, and his heart began to make a careful diagnosis.

After half a quarter of an hour, the doctor's hand slowly retracted, his brows were not furrowed, but he looked relieved, turned his head, and looked at Xuan.

"This commander, I'm afraid that he will fall ill because of the wind and cold, and his body is overworked." The old man's voice came out, and people's hearts suddenly settled down a lot.

Hearing what the old man said, Xuan suddenly had doubts in his heart, stepped forward, looked at the cold noodles, and then looked at the old man, and asked with obvious distrust: "It's just a cold?" ”

The brows that had been relaxed before suddenly frowned again when they heard Xuan's words, and their bodies stood up suddenly, and the doctor's expression looked very unhappy: "What does Commander Xuan mean by not trusting the old medical skills?" Although the words were inquiring, they could be clearly heard, and the displeasure in his tone was palpable.

Xuan's words froze, his expression was obviously a little embarrassed, he avoided the doctor's eyes, and did not speak for a long time.

The healer, who has never allowed others to doubt, is his own medical skills.

As for himself, he asked the words of questioning, which is obviously a taboo.

After a long pause, Xuan Cai raised his eyes again and looked at the doctor, only to see the doctor with his back to him, walked to the position of the window, obviously angry, so he had to step forward, and came out respectfully, and his words were also a lot more restrained: "Doctor, just now, I was rude." I hope the doctor doesn't take it to heart. ”

For a long time, the doctor did not speak, and he did not even reply.

Xuan felt that his situation was extremely embarrassing, his eyebrows were full of helplessness, and he stepped forward again, wanting to speak and continue to speak, and the next moment, the door was pushed open all of a sudden, and the sound was so loud that Xuan and the doctor looked in the direction of the door at the same time.

The person who came was Su Wushuang.

"Peerless Son!" Xuan's voice sounded suddenly, and the old man's eyes instantly condensed on Su Wushuang's body.

The world's first doctor, how could he not know about this reputation?

The step stepped forward suddenly and wanted to support Su Wushuang, but it was just like in the ladderless building, Su Wushuang raised his hand suddenly, stopped Xuan's movements, looked at the doctor standing by the window, and then landed on Leng Mian's body.

Without a pause, he walked straight to the bed.

The old man's steps were obviously a little restrained, and he took a small step forward, his eyes were obviously bright, and he wanted to say a word to Su Wushuang.

The number one doctor in the world is such a young man, which the old man did not expect, but in his heart, he still has great respect, and he wants to step forward and say a word.

For doctors, there is no greater satisfaction than being able to learn more powerful medical skills.

Su Wushuang's eyes always looked in the direction of Leng Mian, his body bent down on the side of the bed, looked at Leng Mian's bare wrist outside the quilt, and swept his white hair again, just wanted to say something, but he only felt that his mind was surging with chaos, and even the things in front of him were blurred.

He stumbled and was about to fall, he shook his head again suddenly, sobered up his thoughts, Su Wushuang's hand grabbed the bed frame, paused for a moment, and then suddenly knelt down!

Xuan Zi was shocked, but he didn't show it, but frowned, stood aside, and watched Su Wushuang's movements.

The old man was still standing near the window, he didn't move for a long time, his face was full of surprise, he didn't expect that in order to diagnose and treat the disease, Su Wushuang would kneel down all of a sudden!

Su Wu's hands did not stop, and he took it away from the bed frame and already caught the pulse of the cold face.

After only a moment's effort, Su Wushuang's hand was still diagnosing the pulse, but he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the old man.

"How's the diagnosis?"

The old man didn't seem to expect Su Wushuang to ask himself, and he was stunned for a long time before he suddenly came back to his senses, took a few steps forward, and bent his body respectfully: "Old and untalented, diagnosed with wind and cold." ”

Listening to the old man's answer, Su Wushuang's gaze fell on Leng Mian's body again, and for a long time, he didn't speak.

Xuan's brows were also full of anxiety and worry, but because he didn't know anything about medical skills, he had to stand aside and watch quietly.

"Tired doctor, prescribe a medicine to nourish qi and calm the nerves." Almost a moment later, Su Wushuang was still kneeling on the ground, withdrawing his hand to diagnose the pulse, but he was suddenly propped up on the edge of the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to suppress the chaos in front of him, his voice was steady but a little heavy.

The old man obviously didn't expect that the world's first doctor would ask him to prescribe medicine, and his heart was already excited, and he saluted again and again in his hand, and replied repeatedly: "Yes, yes, old man, let's go ......" As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the house.

Xuan still stood in place, without any intention of going out, his eyes drooped slightly, and he looked in Su Wushuang's direction.

In the next moment, he suddenly felt Su Wushuang's gaze turn and fall on him.

Xuan was stunned for a moment, but saw that Su Wushuang had been staring at him, so he slowly reacted, nodded heavily, and retreated with the doctor.

For a moment, the room was silent.

Su Wushuang's kneeling body still didn't get up, his eyes looked at Leng Mian's white hair, his brows furrowed heavily, his hands kept moving, and he flipped over Leng Mian's body with one hand, tearing the clothes on his back, and in an instant, a scarred scar was revealed.

If you look closely, the scar, like a gossip diagram, is right in the center of Leng Mian's back.