Chapter 325: heavy water

After Rong Yu left, Rong Xian raised her head, a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, but a slight sadness in her clear eyes.
She sighed: "Everything is fatal, nothing can help people."
Her voice is like the Brahma singing from the Buddhist temple, so light, so light, the air echoes like a sigh, like a sigh of pity for all things.
Just like the sacred monk without self, even if he betrays his Buddha, he cannot save the beloved girl.
As for her, she couldn't save A Mei, but now she can't save Rongdi.
Rong Xian she is not a god, so many powerful things can't be done, how can she do it.
After Rong Yu stepped into this world, he would slowly get used to this life and death.
Rong Xian lowered her head and continued to write the prescription.
The only thing she can do is to protect this honest people for Rongdi.
Not far away, Shu Lao and Qi Lao sighed, their faces faintly regretful.
"People's hearts are available," the old book muttered.
Qi Lao smiled bitterly: "Unfortunately, jealous."
Emperor Rong is too good. His talents are so terrible that he is jealous of heaven. That's why he was killed early, and he didn't want to take him to the path of transcendence.
Suddenly, an old man dressed in riches, kind eyes, and good intentions sat silently opposite Rong Xian, not even Shu Lao and Qi Lao.
When Rong Xian set aside her pen, she discovered the person's existence. She felt a little shock in her eyes, but quickly disappeared.
The shabby old man was still a strong man.
"Is the old man seeing a doctor?" Rong Xian asked warmly.
The old man consciously put his hands 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 and thought that I had recovered. Whoever wanted to have a dark illness still needs help I have a look. "
Rong Xian's fingertips moved slightly, and the gold thread on his wrist immediately flew out and wrapped around the old man's wrist.
The old man froze, even at such a close distance, there is still a thread diagnosis, is this a doctor's quirk?
He didn't know, this was just a simple precaution for Rong Xian.
Others put their lifeline into the hands of Rong Xian. To a certain extent, when Rong Xian took the pulse, his lifeline was also sent to others.
Of course, Rong Xian won't rest assured. She won't bet on the goodness of humanity, but she must be vigilant.
Rong Xian sat quietly, pressing his fingertips lightly on the silk thread, and a weak element of force penetrated the old man's body along the silk thread.
When the old man sensed it, he let go of his guardian power, lest the weak doctor be stunned by his power.
Rong Xian nodded slightly towards the old man and expressed his gratitude.
After half a column of incense, Rong Xian's wrist moved slightly, the gold thread loosened the old man's wrist, and returned to Rong Xian's hand.
The old man's body does have dark diseases as he said.
The dark illness was not a scar, but a heavy coldness.
This force slowly freezes the lungs of the old man's body.
If the old man had not cultivated to a high level, he would have been fighting hard to resist, fearing that he would have lost his life.
But this is also the limit. The old man can't hold it anymore, so he held the mind of a dead horse as a living horse doctor and came to her for medical treatment.
Rong Xian felt the cold and powerful power carefully, and there was a gleam of light in her eyes.
With both heavy and cold characteristics, Xuanming heavy water can't be wrong.
This is really nothing to break through iron shoes.
When Rong Xian raised her head, her eyes had changed back to clear and gentle.
"The old man can cure this injury." Rong Xian said gently.
The old man stood up suddenly, very excited.
Can cure, can cure.
For so many years, he thought that he could only wait for death slowly. Who knows that the peaks and turns were coming, and there was a glimmer of vitality when he was dying.
The old man worked hard to calm down his feelings, and then said apologetically to Rong Xian, "Please ask Dr. Rong not to blame, I am out of order."
Rong Xian shook her head and understood with a look: "Sir, please remember that you will be happy and sad before you recover. You can do whatever you want," he said.
The old man nodded, a big smile involuntarily revealed on his face, and the haze under his eyes completely dissipated.
Rong Xian took the parcel on the table. Inside it was a silver needle.
She was preparing to give the old man a needle, but Yu Guang in the corner of her eye saw that the medicine on the stove had already been boiled.
She put down the silver needle, and just turned around to pour the medicine into the bowl, a figure came in quickly, and she skillfully lifted the casserole to pour the medicine into the side bowl.
With a flick of his hand, the hot medicine became warm.
He took the medicine bowl and walked to the patient who was not far from the corner, and handed him the medicine bowl.
The arc of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth slowly increased a lot, Yuer still figured it out.
Rong Xian put down his heart, and looked serious.
She picked up the silver needle and walked in front of the old man, and quickly pierced the needle with the hands on the old man, locking the cold and powerful power.
When she was attentive, the water spirit beads emitted a strong light in the sea of ​​knowledge.
The power in the old man's body seemed to feel something, and there seemed to be signs of breaking out.
The severe pain made the old man's face pale for a moment, and his hands on the wooden table were also clenched tightly.
But even so, he still stood still.
Pain means that it is effective, it is effective, and what he fears most is that there is no movement.
Seeing that the old man was distracted by the pain, Rong Xian lowered his eyes, and a clear drop of water droplets condensed on his fingertips.
There is a strong element of power in this drop of water, which makes people covet.
With the emergence of this drop of water, the underlying force in the old man's body became more turbulent.
Rong Xian's eyes flashed, and he reached out and patted the old man's back, and a silver needle penetrated directly into his body, flowing along the meridian blood to the affected area.
By the traction of this silver needle, Rong Xian's fingertips were swiped on the old man's back, and the silver needle turned downward with her movements, emitting a faint water vapor, dividing the wound into two.
The corner of Rong Xian's mouth was slightly raised, and a gleam of aqua in her eyes flashed. She reached out and yanked, and the silver needle flew out of the body with half the cold power.
Rong Xian just reached out and pinched the silver needle.
It was only half a drop of water, and it was so heavy that she almost pierced her palm.
"Teacher!" Rong Yu, who was always concerned about Rong Xian, rushed over the first time.
But the old man reacted faster. He found that Dr. Rong was standing unsteadily and fell towards the ground, and quickly thrown out a force to hold people up.
Rong Xian used all the power of her body to hold the silver needle, and the hands under the long sleeves quickly formed a seal to lock the force on the silver needle, and then put the silver needle into the mustard space without any trace. Then he raised his head and said, "The old gentleman is in a hurry, I am just exhausted and tired."
But the old man looked at her pale face but didn't think so, feeling the long-lost looseness and warmth in his body, he knew that the doctor Rong really had a way to cure his dark illness.
At this time, the old man was most afraid of Rong Xian's accident. He was busy: "Doctor Rong can rest and rest. I have waited for a hundred years. Don't worry about these times."