"Haha, you little brat, don't you think Old Man Tu introduced your granddaughter to you, do you?"

Long Pingtian found it a little funny.

Isn't it?

Zhang Yi stood there in a daze, and he was puzzled.

Mr. Tu didn't take these words in his heart at all, but stared at Zhang Yi's eyes and asked, "Since you have seen Xiaoqing, can't you tell she is sick?"

"ah?

She is sick?”

Zhang Yi was surprised.

"You are still a disciple of Tianjizi. I really suspect that you are a fake one."

Mr. Tu rolled his eyes speechlessly.

He felt that Zhang Yi was superb in medical skills, and the most basic common sense of traditional Chinese medicine was to look, listen, ask and touch.

Looking, you can diagnose the condition by observing your complexion.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Old Tu's eyes.

"What's going on? Please tell me about it."

Zhang Yi smiled awkwardly.

Actually, now that Tu Qing is a little different from an ordinary person, that is her white hair.

She is still very young, how could she have white hair?

You can't go to dye it, right?

"Oh, it's all my fault."

Mr. Tu sighed and said, "If I hadn't insisted on letting that girl practice, I wouldn't have gotten this disease."

According to Mr. Tu, in the 1950s, not long after Jun Yin was founded, he obtained a martial arts secret book in a deep mountain site in the south.

This magical skill is called "Incomplete Divine Art".

Jun Yin obtained the incomplete magical power and sealed it up.

After decades, it was not long after Tu Qing was born that Tu Lao untied the seal of the incomplete magical power.

The Tu family was originally a military family, and Mr. Tu hoped that a real martial artist would appear in the Tu family.

He put his hope on Tu Qing and let Tu Qing practice the incomplete magical skills since childhood.

Unfortunately, although the incomplete magical skills have progressed rapidly, they have irreparable flaws.

And this flaw is that the vitality of the practitioner will burn when practicing.

Tu Qing's pale hair is a good proof.

Mr. Tu looked at Zhang Yi with a complicated look and smiled faintly: "You have obtained the medical inheritance of Tianjizi, and I think you will definitely be able to cure Xiaoqing's disease."

"Old Tu, to be honest, I really can't help."

Zhang Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Her illness was caused by the defects of that magical skill. It is not an ordinary disease. To be honest, she is not a disease!"

"Others have no choice, I believe you will definitely have a choice."

Mr. Tu smiled slightly and said, "Of course, as long as you can cure Xiaoqing's disease, I can promise you any conditions."

"Old Tu, it's not that I don't want to help, but that I'm really powerless."

Zhang Yidan was in great pain.

"This--" Old Tu fell silent in an instant and said nothing.

As Tu Lao's silence was gone, the atmosphere in the entire attic became solidified.

At this moment, Long Pingtian suddenly stood up and waved to Zhang Yi: "Boy, come with me."

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment and followed Long Pingtian to the side.

As soon as he arrived here, Long Pingtian immediately cursed: "You guy, this is a good opportunity for you."

"Chance?

What opportunity?"

Zhang Yi became more confused the more he listened.

"I believe you should be very clear about what kind of organization Junyin is."

Long Pingtian said lightly: "As long as you can cure the old man's children and granddaughters, Junyin may be able to help you."

Hearing words.

Zhang Yi was stunned on the spot.

Yes, Junyin is a very mysterious institution, with greater energy than the gantry.

If you can get the support of Jun Yin, you will probably be fine to fight against the gods.

Besides, if he has to face the Jiang family in the future, his confidence will become more strong.

This is an opportunity.

But—Zhang Yi cried and said, “Old Long, I think so too, but I really can’t do anything about it.”

"There's no way, then I'll find a way."

Long Ping was so angry that he stared at him, and said angrily: "As the descendant of Tianjizi's medical skills, you have no choice but to do it. Let me ask, who else in this world will have a solution?"

"This—" Zhang Yi's expression suddenly became entangled. He thought for a long time and gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll think of a solution."

"That's right!"

Long Pingtian patted Zhang Yi's shoulder with satisfaction, then turned around and walked back, laughing and said, "Old man Tu, Zhang Yi has promised you that he will do his best to cure Xiaoqing's disease."

"real?"

Tu Lao's eyes lit up slightly.

"Old Tu, I can only say do my best."

Zhang Yi sighed and then said, "Under the premise, I need to take Miss Tu's pulse."

"No problem, I'll call that girl here."

Mr. Tu happily took out his cell phone and notified Tu Qing to come over.

A moment later, Tu Qing came to the attic and asked in confusion: "Grandpa, are you doing something?"

"You sit down and stick your wrist out."

Mr. Tu ordered.

Tu Qing was slightly stunned when she heard this. She seemed to have realized something, and then she sat down very simply.

Zhang Yi sat opposite Tu Qing and said lightly: "Give me your wrist."

Tu Qing rolled up his sleeves and reached his wrist on the table.

Zhang Yi put his hand on Tu Qing's wrist and began to take the pulse.

While taking the pulse, Mr. Tu looked at him nervously and did not dare to disturb him.

After a long time, Zhang Yi let go of his hand.

"How about it?"

Mr. Tu asked impatiently.

“The situation is not optimistic.”

Zhang Yi thought for a moment, and his expression became serious: "I just diagnosed that Miss Tu's life was almost exhausted. If you practice that magical skill, you may not live for ten years."

What?

As soon as these words were spoken, Tu Lao's head buzzed and he almost fell to the ground.

Tu Qing's face was also very bad.

She had long understood her physical condition, but she still couldn't accept it when she heard that she had not lived for ten years.

Mr. Tu tried hard to calm himself down, and then couldn't help asking: "Then can you cure Xiaoqing's disease?"

"There's no way."

Zhang Yi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If you want to live for a few more years, you must give up practicing that magical skill."

Hearing words.

Mr. Tu sat down decadently, as if all his strength had been drained.

Long Pingtian asked worriedly: "Old man Tu, don't you worry?"

"I'm fine."
To be continued...