He Weitong returned to the little girl, sat on the stone bench beside him, and then took the pulse.

He Weitong didn't learn anything from Cui Daoning, but he learned a little bit about the pulse.

Pinching the little girl's pulse, He Weitong frowned, Tang Yunlong looked at He Weitong's expression, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

He Weitong didn't know Tang Yunlong's mental activities, and the reason why he frowned was not as he imagined Tang Yunlong to think.

The reason why he was so bad was because he forgot the basis of the diagnosis, he only felt that the little girl's pulse was very weak, but he didn't diagnose what disease he had.

He Weitong has treated several patients with wind chill in Cui Daoning Medical Center, and he knows the pulse of the wind chill patient very well, but he really can't get out of this unknown disease.

He Weitong felt it carefully for a while, and after he really couldn't get it out, He Weitong simply extinguished this thought.

"Dao Chief, how is Ning'er?"

He Weitong looked at Tang Yunlong and said, "It's not good, I'll do my best." ”

"Little girl, wait a minute, I'll get a breath from the top of his head, don't you resist." He Weitong got up and came behind Tang Ning.

Tang Ning didn't agree immediately, but glanced at Tang Yunlong, and when she saw Tang Yunlong nodding, she said, "But according to the Dao Chief's orders." ”

Hearing this, He Weitong wanted to laugh inexplicably, firstly, it didn't sound like a little girl could say it, and secondly, with the little girl's current state, even if it was like resisting her, he just said it politely, but he didn't expect to get a response.

He Weitong stood behind the little girl, began to relax his body, and slowly closed his eyes to mobilize the internal qi in his body.

In the first ten years, although he did not specialize in the Taoist scriptures too much, because he practiced the formal Taoist foundation building technique, the internal qi in his body naturally carried the characteristics of Taoism, the middle was peaceful, naturally gentle, and there was pure essence in it.

Although he does not have the inheritance of Neidanshu, most of Taoism's current practice is to practice himself, using himself as a melting pot to practice the great medicine of heaven and earth.

Although his internal qi is not the great medicine, it may have a little effect.

He Weitong just wanted to see if this internal qi could play a role in saving people.

He Weitong tried to use the method of combining the nine dragons to slowly draw out the internal qi in the body, because it was to save people, so it couldn't be so fast.

So just the process of preparation, He Weitong took a quarter of an hour.

A quarter of an hour later, He Weitong slowly opened his eyes, and then slowly stretched his hand to the top of Tang Ning's head.

A lineless and colorless gas began to flow out of He Weitongde's palm, and then entered through the Mud Pill Palace above Tang Ning's head.

Although Tang Yunlong on the side couldn't see it, he felt the change in the air flow and knew that He Weitong was doing something mysterious.

He didn't bother, but held his breath and waited quietly.

Tang Ning on the recliner frowned, and when the internal qi entered, it seemed that the crowded brain was stuffed with a lot of things, which was very uncomfortable.

It was getting dark, Tang Yunlong went back to the house cleanly, lit a few oil lamps and walked out, and put them on the stone table.

He Weitong's consciousness is all on Tang Ning at the moment, although he can't enter other people's bodies like in the novel, but the reaction of internal qi can be sensed.

He Weitong walked in the little girl's hundred veins with the internal qi, expelling the dead qi inside and nourishing the organs that were already on the verge of death.

In this way, after the feedback of internal qi, He Weitong gradually gained an understanding of the situation inside the little girl's body.

He Weitong tended to his inner qi, and turned around the little girl's inner body, and after about an hour, He Weitong stopped.

He withdrew his hand, but did not retract the small amount of internal qi that had flowed into the little girl's body.

He Weitong got the result, that is, he had no choice, he couldn't save her, and now this situation is the best he can do.

"Dao Chief, how is it?" Tang Yunlong saw He Weitong withdraw his hand, and then hurriedly asked.

He Weitong looked at Tang Yunlong's dim face, and did not rush to answer, but walked to the side, and Tang Yunlong also followed when he saw this.

"Dao Chief, can Ning'er still be saved?"

He Weitong shook his head, and then said, "My cultivation is limited, and I can't cure her." ”

"But I have left some of my internal qi in her body, which may allow her to live as a normal person for the rest of her life." He Weitong replied.

Hearing this, Tang Yunlong's face collapsed suddenly, and he looked at his daughter's direction and was silent for a long time.

"How long will my daughter live?"

"January." He Weitong replied.

"You can choose to continue to take her to seek treatment this month, or you can choose to spend her last days with her, at least for the next month, he is healthy."

"That's all I say, Tang Jushi can choose for himself."

Tang Yunlong looked in his daughter's direction and said calmly, "Thank you, Daoist, I know." ”

"Hmm." He Weitong nodded, and then stopped paying attention to them, but walked towards his house.

He Weitong has tried his best, and it has nothing to do with him as for how their father and daughter arrange it later.

The reason why He Weitong made a move was that he was unexpected, he happened to encounter Tang Ning's illness, and second, he happened to want to try his own methods.

It's not that he is a virgin, he wants to save anyone he meets, he and the two have known each other for less than a day, and they can't even be called friends, so the reason why he shot was an accident.

Although he came to the rescue now and formed a good fate, if they stopped him from taking the golden pill in the end, He Weitong would not keep his hand either.

Everyone wants Jindan, so take it by ability.

He Weitong walked into the room, took off his shoes and went to bed, meditating and closing his eyes.

He is now anxious to comprehend the insights he has realized in the library or to combine them with his own practice.

He Weitong quickly let go of his empty mind, and the operation of the foundation building technique gradually entered a state of concentration, and it was empty.

At this time, if someone is on the side, they will find that He Weitong's pulse has weakened, almost insensible, and his breathing has also weakened and slowed down, and it often takes several minutes for a breath.

Of course, He Weitong himself didn't know his state, he was in a deep cultivation at the moment, unless he encountered something harmful to himself, otherwise he would be completely cut off from the outside world.

"Ning'er, what do you think?" Tang Yunlong asked.

"Daddy, I think it's better than ever!" Tang Ning jumped up from the recliner and punched a few times in the courtyard, shouting with extreme excitement.

"I feel like I'm getting better, my body is more relaxed than ever, and it's full of strength." Tang Ning retracted his movements, looked at Tang Yunlong excitedly and said.

"It's okay." Tang Yunlong looked at his daughter who was running around in the yard and her face had become rosy again, and he was also quite happy.

No matter what happens in the future, at least she's happy now.

"Daddy, that Taoist priest is really powerful, and he can cure the disease that everyone can't cure, and he can cure it so easily." Downing said.

Tang Yunlong looked at the dim house, thoughtful, and did not answer his daughter's words.