Chapter 212: The True Recipe for Cultivating Demons

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"Next."

Bing Xiaoshu has been sitting in the clinic for almost half a month, from the initial nervousness and jerkiness, to the current calm response, he has the demeanor of a rookie in Xinglin.

Crunch.

The door opened, and an old man in coarse cloth sat opposite Bing Xiaoshu, without waiting for Bing Xiaoshu to speak, he took the initiative to put his dry hand on the consultation table, and said with a smile: "Little girl, grandpa, I've been a little unwell recently, you can help me take a look." ”

"Why are you uncomfortable?"

Bing Xiaoshu raised his head when he asked, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

This old man, who looks to be in his seventies, has few hairs on the top of his head, his face is full of wrinkles, his mouth is a little crooked, and it is upturned, giving people a very arrogant and disdainful feeling, and he is very hateful.

Especially the eyes that are like rats, very thief-like, dripping and circling.

At first glance, he doesn't look like a good person.

"I can't tell what is uncomfortable, it's just that sometimes my heartbeat is fast and sometimes slow, you can help me see it." The old man said.

Bing Xiaoshu pursed his lips.

The old man's eyes rolled around her, giving her the feeling that she was undressed, and goosebumps on her arms.

Very repulsive, very disgusting.

However, she is a doctor.

Holding back his irritability, Bing Xiaoshu stretched out two fingers and gently pressed them against the old man's pulse.

"Oh~"

The old man suddenly let out a strange sound, and this sound made Bing Xiaoshu's scalp almost explode, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, grandpa, I'm sensitive." The old man said apologetically.

Bing Xiaoshu's breathing was a little chaotic, he forcibly held his breath and concentrated, eliminated all interference, felt it, his big eyes were dazed, and he subconsciously sighed.

"Little girl, am I sick, grandpa? What disease? Does it matter? The old man hurriedly asked.

Bing Xiaoshu shook his head and said, "You change hands, in addition to irregular heartbeat, do you have any other symptoms?" ”

"Yes, I'm very comfortable when I see beautiful women, like a little girl like you, I feel uncomfortable when I can't see it." The old man laughed.

This smile is extremely obscene!

Bing Xiaoshu's hands trembled, and hurriedly said, "You're not sick, just go back and have a good rest, next one." ”

"Don't, I'm really sick, I feel quite serious, can't you cure it?" The old man said displeased.

"There is something wrong with your pulse, but it's not a big problem, just go back and have a good rest......" Bing Xiaoshu couldn't wait to get rid of this obscene old man.

"I don't believe it! Are you deliberately fooling me when you see that I'm old? ”

"Uncle, you really ......"

"I don't care! If you can't see it, find someone who can see it! The old man said almost as a fool.

Bing Xiaoshu clenched his teeth, got up and said, "Okay, you wait a minute, I'll find my master to see you." ”

"Then I'll wait, don't let grandpa wait for a long time, I feel uncomfortable not seeing such a beautiful little girl as you......"

Bing Xiaoshu felt disgusted and anxious, and hurriedly ran to find Yu Hansong, and whispered, "Master, there is a lewd old man who has come to make trouble." ”

"Lewd old man?"

Yu Hansong immediately glared: "You didn't suffer a loss, did you?" ”

"I didn't ...... He's just lip service...... Nothing actually was done. ”

Yu Hansong got up and said, "I'll take a look, by the way, you call your Uncle Zuo to prevent accidents." ”

"Okay."

Yu Hansong and Zuo Quan entered Bing Xiaoshu's consultation room almost front and back.

Looking at the obscene old man in front of him who was shaking his legs, Yu Hansong said lightly: "I'm Yu Hansong, where are you uncomfortable?" ”

The corners of the old man's mouth, which were already raised, rose even higher: "I'm not feeling well anywhere, I'm afraid you won't be able to cure it." ”

"Brother, you don't have to worry about this, if Doctor Yu can't cure the disease, there are few people in the world who can cure it." Zuo Quan said lightly.

"Really? Then give it a try. ”

The old man held out his hand.

Yu Hansong checked the pulse, and his brows were also furrowed: "Why is this pulse so messy?" But it's chaotic and orderly, not like it's sick. ”

"Look, what am I talking about? You can't cure my disease! The old man said with a sigh.

It looked like he was showing off how good he was.

Zuo Quan doesn't understand, he has a disease that Yu Shen can't cure, what's there to be arrogant?

"Your pulse is messy, it should be because of bad rest, go back and rest."

Yu Hansong has treated more diseases than Bing Xiaoshu has eaten, not to mention that this old man is not acting normally, and immediately let Yu Hansong judge that this is to make trouble.

"I'm sick! If you can't cure it, just say that I'm not sick, you're a quack, right? The old man said.

"Brother, Tiannan Medical Hall, it's not a place to make trouble, you better go." Zuo Quan stepped forward and prepared to pick up the old man.

But the next moment, Zuo Quan's pupils shrank sharply.

He found himself scratching the air!

Obviously aimed at the old man's arm, he also sat there motionless, but he always caught the air.

And from Yu Hansong's point of view, Zuo Quan always reached out to grab the air.

His eyes became strange, and he immediately became solemn.

Zuo Quan is a martial artist, immersed in martial arts for decades, and his strength is extremely strong, so it is impossible to make such a joke.

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and called Xu Nan.

At this time, Xu Nan was reading a book on the sofa, and after receiving the call, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Wait for me to come." ”